Sam made a face and he shook his head. If he had an appetite before, which he didn't, he didn't anymore. "Dean." he rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head, trying to get those images out of his head. "Too much information." he swept away his tears, and tried to act as if he'd tried to rub away a headache. Once the coffee was finished brewing, he brought the whole pot over to the table and poured some in his cup. It looked like he intended to down the whole pot. It was at least eight cups.
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