Genre: gen, angst, hurt/comfort (kind of)
Characters: Sam, Dean, some Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2300
Warnings: Possibly triggering material. Allusions to self-harm.
Spoilers: Up to 5x16.
Summary: Sam doesn't miss the way Dean's fingers brush down the inside of his forearm.
Notes: This is a remix of I Can't by

Castiel tells them he will leave them to their self-destructions. Dean snorts.
unrelated: So, I realized that at some point this summer, but for a few exceptions, I kind of forgot to post fic here. Don't ask, honestly I don't even know. I've developed some strange aversion to it, lolwtf.
And because this is how I solve most things, I cleaned up a bit. I left a bunch of communities I don't follow, trimmed my fandom comm flist section, privatized all of my entries from 2005-2009 and a bunch from 2010. Now I feel more organized and ready for a fresh start, so we'll see how that works for me.