[Dean knew it was bad. He had just enough memory from the self he'd been on that other Barge, just enough hints from Castiel, just enough belief in his family's luck and poor decision making combined. He'd been ready for it, he though, ready since he heard from Iris that the Dean aboard the Barge now hadn't even tried to find Sam, hadn't asked for him, hadn't tried to reach out to him.
He's not ready for that, though, and a deep, twisting kind of pain flashes through his face before Dean actually drops the phone to his side. His fingers are still visible around it, and the plastic of the phone creaks as he tightens his grip, but it takes him several moments before he pulls himself back together enough to talk.
The good mood from before is gone. He's more convinced, now, than ever that he did the right thing going to the Barge, stopping that from happening to his Sam, but he feels sick to think there's another Sam that ended up there anyway. His voice is flat if a little rough, his eyes steady.]
Private
He's not ready for that, though, and a deep, twisting kind of pain flashes through his face before Dean actually drops the phone to his side. His fingers are still visible around it, and the plastic of the phone creaks as he tightens his grip, but it takes him several moments before he pulls himself back together enough to talk.
The good mood from before is gone. He's more convinced, now, than ever that he did the right thing going to the Barge, stopping that from happening to his Sam, but he feels sick to think there's another Sam that ended up there anyway. His voice is flat if a little rough, his eyes steady.]
How can I help?