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[gavemea_45]

[From here.]

It's still cool this early in the morning, here in Wyoming in late spring. The eastern sky is only beginning to lighten with the brightness of false dawn, but it's enough to see the dark shape of the Impala a few yards away, parked beside the road.

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[stilljustandrew]

He blinks at Sam -- and then his gaze shifts, looking past Sam to the mausoleum.

And stares in shock.

The entire gate is slagged over: the thorned pentacle of the lock, the steel bindings with their crescent-ornamented crosspieces, the doors themselves, all melted together into a single slab of blistered metal, unrecognizeable.

[gavemea_45]

Sam doesn't turn to look again. Not yet. He'd seen enough in the first quick glance.

(It'll take months of work to try to even get through the damage, and even if the locking mechanism's intact beneath, he still doesn't have the Colt.

Nor any other way in.)

His gaze drifts aimlessly aside instead, down at the nearest grave.

It's not all that different from Dean's, really. Just another mound of dirt, sealing a body away into the dark.

[stilljustandrew]

I broke it.

Andrew swallows. There's the taste of blood in his mouth.

No wonder there are tears in Sam's eyes. No wonder Sam isn't looking at him.

(He can't stop shivering.)

[gavemea_45]

It takes a few moments to notice that the subtle vibration under the supporting hand he's got on the other guy's back isn't out of tension in his own body; Andrew's shuddering.

Sam looks quickly back up at him.

"You okay? Cold?"

Just after dawn on a Wyoming May morning isn't exactly warm, after all.

[stilljustandrew]

"I --"

Sometime in the past however many minutes, he discovers, he bit the inside of his cheek rather badly. He swallows salt blood, and turns to Sam with a look of frantic pleading in his eyes.

"I can fix it. I -- let me try again, I'll, I can f-find out what I did wrong --"

[gavemea_45]

He shakes his head, looking away toward the gate.

"... I don't think it's going to open again anytime soon," he says, very quietly.

A beat.

"And since you damn near died trying the first time..."

[stilljustandrew]

He blinks.

"... I what?"

[gavemea_45]

"You stopped breathing."

Sam finally looks away from the tomb, at him.

"I thought you were gonna die. I thought I'd killed--"

He chokes on the words, and leaves it at that.

[stilljustandrew]

(killed your friend)

He stares.

(to open a gate to hell)

"Oh."

[gavemea_45]

He glances away again.

"Yeah."

A pause.

"Think you can stand?"

[stilljustandrew]

He tries.

"... gimme a minute?"

[gavemea_45]

"Sure."

Low; barely audible. Sam's still looking away, staring at the sealed tomb.

"Take all the time you need."