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"Dean," She looked up, hoping he might see her, not the man in the mirror, the man covering her skin. "I'm Amelia."
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"Please, stop speaking in riddles, dude." Dean said. He was worried about his brother now. There was the whisper in his mind saying that Sam was going insane again. He pushed the thought away.
Sam stared into his soul, like he was expecting something to dawn on him. He was expecting Dean to understand.
Dean didn't understand. He didn't understand why his brother was sobbing infront of a mirror, asking if he looked like a girl, saying he was-
Oh
Oh
Sam had his hair grown out to his shoulders. Sam wore more and more shirts Dean knew came from the girl's section. Sam looked up at him with a quivering lip and that same, stupid, hopeful look.
That wasn't Sam.
Sam wasn't real.
"Oh, kiddo," He hugged the girl infront of him. She hugged back tighter.
"Dean-"
"Shh, it's ok, its ok." He rubbed her back, letting her cry into his shoulder. The angle made his back hurt, but she needed at least this.
"No- no- you- you're gonna hate me more, and I'm gonna be alone again-" Amelia stuttered.
Dean disconnected the hug, holding her shoulders. "When did I ever say I hated you?"
"I didn't look for you, a- and you hate me now," Sniffles made it harder and harder for her to speak.
"Kiddo, I never hated you. I was pissed, which you deserve, by the way, but I don't hate you."
The air caught in her throat. She held onto her brother's arms, catching her breath. "You don't hate me?"
"No, Sa- Amelia. I don't. You're still my kid. I could never hate you."
She hugged him again, fully getting off the chair to tackle him. He let her crash into him, only shifting to make sure they didnt fall.
"Thank you," She cried into his shirt. "Thank you"
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Dean finally got Amelia to stop crying after half an hour of on and off tears. Covering the mirror with a towel helped a bit.
"So, is it little sister, or do you still wanna be my little brother." Dean tried to tease.
She started crying all over again.