and he knows it'll be a struggle


Cas seated himself heavily next to Sam and let the silence stretch for a long time. He could tell that Sam was barely holding something in. He looked as if he was having some kind of internal struggle.

“Sam,” Cas started.

“Don’t. Just don’t,” Sam said. He sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face, his elbows resting on his knees. “I know. Alright? I know…”