There's no animosity in his tone, although there is frustration, and something else.
Something a lot like despair.
He grits out, "This wasn't -- you know what, I shouldn't have come. Sorry to bother you."
Sam turns away and takes two steps before stopping. He's staring at the floor; there's tension in the line of his shoulders, as though he's struggling with himself.
A few seconds pass.
"It's not just dreams, Lilly. That's the thing."
Slowly, Sam turns back around and forces himself to meet her eyes again.
"It's more than that." A beat. "Dean won't admit it, but there's something wrong with me."
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"See, no, I don't think you do."
There's no animosity in his tone, although there is frustration, and something else.
Something a lot like despair.
He grits out, "This wasn't -- you know what, I shouldn't have come. Sorry to bother you."
Sam turns away and takes two steps before stopping. He's staring at the floor; there's tension in the line of his shoulders, as though he's struggling with himself.
A few seconds pass.
"It's not just dreams, Lilly. That's the thing."
Slowly, Sam turns back around and forces himself to meet her eyes again.
"It's more than that." A beat. "Dean won't admit it, but there's something wrong with me."