[ There's a distinct feeling of dread that sits like a rock in the pit of his stomach at Sam's description, and despite the cheery sunshine and the nice picnic they were having, Dean suddenly, desperately, wants to get out of here.
Now.
But he's drawn to follow his kid brother, he's little and vulnerable and Dean's scrambling after him, shouting-- ]
Sammy, wait! Come back, get back here--
[ He pulls a face, because the smell is foul and disgusting, and it's familiar, and his heart drops all the way down to his toes as his dread (and terror) grows. ]
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Now.
But he's drawn to follow his kid brother, he's little and vulnerable and Dean's scrambling after him, shouting-- ]
Sammy, wait! Come back, get back here--
[ He pulls a face, because the smell is foul and disgusting, and it's familiar, and his heart drops all the way down to his toes as his dread (and terror) grows. ]
Sam, wait!