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Sam looked around and couldn't help but think of how screwed they were. Heaven and Hell were both against them. He looked over at Dean and saw just how tense he was; they shared the same thoughts. Sam watched a bead of sweat roll down his brother's temple. He stood and grabbed his jacket off the bed. "I'm going out.", Sam said, putting his hand on the door knob of their motel room. "Where you goin'?", Dean asked, turning to his younger brother, his eyes filled with worry. He wondered if Sam was bolting out, because he could take what he had told him about his time in Hell. Maybe he had said too much. Hell, he shouldn't have said a word. But

we are the best at exploiting weakness. the night you took a scalpel to my chest & fed my heart to the stars, you told me i could hate you if i needed to. with an exorcism i tried to cast you out of my body.   i was contorted limbs: the language of tongues trying to find myself in the cosmos of lit kerosene fingertips, & the kinds of habits that only choke me at 3am - when my eyes aren’t yet heavy enough for sleep; my mind tells me to do awful things. between fucking & i-don’t-know-who-i-am- anymore, you are the calories in the mathematical equation scribbled &     scratched out of me. i think of shy moons an