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He never knows what to say in these situations, particularly since right now she's the epitome of despair, eyes bleeding grief he's afraid to touch. But he also knows what it's like to lose your brother, even if he managed to get Sam back again, so armed with this knowledge he tries to talk her off the proverbial ledge.
"It's gonna be okay," he starts, wincing at how lame the remark sounds aloud.
She shakes her head insistently, weeping openly.
"No, not it won't. I was meant to look after him and he's gone," she sobs. "And now he's - he's just gone! I have no family left! They're all six feet under the ground." She falls to her knees, sobbing into her hands. "I can't do this anymore! I can't! I can't!"
He drops to his knees, catching her as she falls apart in front of him, pulling her to his chest.
"You'll get over this. You're the strongest person I know," he murmurs into her hair.
Her body shakes under his grip, and her skin is pale, paler than it's ever been. In that moment, he forgets she's a vampire, because she's showing so much raw emotion it's easy to drown out that instinctual voice which screams at him to be careful because of who she is now.
But it's Elena. No voice, no matter how loud it gets, can ever drown out that fact. It's the girl he's loved longer than he can remember, and right now he hurts for her, hurts alongside her, and he knows if she gets through this, it'll change her. She won't ever be able to fully recover from losing her family, and he wonders if this time he'll be able to walk away knowing that.
Maybe this time he needs to stay to help her through it.
Maybe this time he actually will. ___
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From the moment they entered the diner, Dean's eyes had been glued on a doe eyed, brunette waitress. Lucky for him, they were sat in her section.
Her attention automatically landed on Sam. His extra-large frame wasn't something she saw everyday, not to mention he wasn't bad on the eyes. "Hello, I'm Elena," she says eyes on Sam. "What can I get for you guys?" She asks, barely taking a glance at Dean.
