[That right there is enough to break his heart to pieces. He wants to call Dean right now and have him listen to this; to how she pleads him to forgive that jerk. How could he? How could he ever?]

You're a better person than I ever was. [He whispers it against the forge, holding the device close to his face, leaning his forehead against it. The next part is nothing more than a sedated whisper, possibly lost in the wind.]

I love you. [Will he remember saying it? Doubtful. Will he regret it if he does? Definitely. But for the moments alcohol is humoring him, and he presses a soft kiss to the screen, pretending her face is not just an image.]

[ Men say many things that are nonsensical things after too much wine, she knows it well. She remember Arthur telling her of telling her of his drunken conversation with Gwen and how she scolded him for even having it to begin with in that state. She should tell Sam the same thing; but her conversation with Arthur took place wen he was already sober and right now she doesn't dare to be too strict, she won't push his mood too far.

She acts as if she heard only the first part even though her hands tight into fists and it hurts, and it's not fair for something to hurt her this badly. She was known for being emotional, true, she feels far too much but she usually controls it better. She smiles, though it is a forced one. ]

I am only trying to be what I expect others to be. You should return home, Sam, and sleep lest you will say things you will come to regret.

[ carefully. ]

The only thing I regret is being to goddamn weak to tell him to go fuck himself.

[Self loathing flashes across his features and his voice]

I miss you...

You miss him, too.

[ A smile, she knows you well enough by now. ]

So bad.

[And that cracks open the dam; tears flow freely now. Missing her breaks his heart, missing Dean is killing him.]

Then try and forgive him, find it in you. For his sake and yours, and my own.

[ A look. ]

[ In the long run, Morgana figures herself the last person who needs to give anyone advice on that subject. She lost her family at twelve and while she loved Arthur, she loved her peace of mind more and was willing to leave him behind and join the Druids. She thinks that even now, she loves him with all her heart and would still leave him behind, if she could.

She smiles; how can she be the better person if she was willing to leave all those she had love behind? Her gaze draws to the window, isn't Wynn the same thing? ]

I was fortunate enough to share the bond you have with your brother Sam but if I did, if I had something to hold me down, a sense of home I would have done anything to keep it.

[ Because as much as loved some of it, Camelot was not her home, was never her home and to be truthful, she never had anything or anyone to call home. Arthur would be king and Gwen would marry and she would love them both but it still wouldn't be home. ]

He's wrong here - he's wrong.

[It's a weak excuse to cling to, even to his hazed mind, but he clings to it like a stubborn 5 year old, because that's all he has to hold on to. It's all that keeps him from calling his brother back. That, and the fact that Dean didn't want him bothering him.]

He is. But -

[ she sighs. ]

I once forgave someone for something very terrible because I have realized that in his own eyes that act was an act of protection and love.

[ She sugar coats it, not wanting to tell him her forgiveness including not murdering her guardian but as it stands, she had tried to forgive him for all those people, all the blood that was on his hand out of the small understanding that this man thought he was sheltering her, protecting them all. ]

If I was to love people who were never wrong I would find myself quite lonely. Forgive him despite of it.

If I'll only have contact with people he approves of, I'll be damn lonely too!

[It's so frustrating, he loses if he does - loses if he doesn't. Either way he loses. His choices seem to be to lose his brother - or to lose everyone else. What kind of choice is that?]

[ He's right, she knows that. It's absurd and ridiculous and if it was anybody else she'd tell them to do the opposite. To go and be free and leave whatever it is that binds you, whether it is to a person or to the throne halls of Camelot, leave it all behind.

It occurs to her that it might only be this easy for her. ]

Yes.

[ She won't lie to him. Everything in this life is a choice. Merlin never escaped Camelot he found a home there, a home she never found. Years and years of standing by windows and wanting out and not in. Love binds; for a moment, she looks just as lost as he is, her facade crumbling before she pulls herself together. ]

It's a choice. You can believe that he will change and perhaps he will. But not if he feels that he is about to lose you, it will make him more stubborn.

And if I come back - if he just wins - what'll make him want to change?

[His head leans against the wall to his side, his mind fogging up with sleep alongside the alcohol]

If he even wants to talk to me again...

He does, of course he does.

It will wait for the morning, though. Go home, rest.

[Go home? Don't make him laugh. That's the sensible thing to do! Does he look sensible to you?]

Not so sure 'bout that.

[He snuggles against that wall, cuddling into his coat. It's cold outside, but that won't drive him in.]

Go back to Cas' house, Sam. Do it or I will not sleep either out of worry. I cannot force you, not from here; but I plead you. Please go home.

I can't go home...

[And suddenly he feels like that woman in white...like that first hunt back with Dean. He can never go home because home is where Dean is and Dean doesn't want him...]

[And it's like that thought lends him clarity for a second, and he shakes his head]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. Sleep well...[He leans down to press another kiss to the screen before fumbling with it to turn the feed off. The night is young and there are so many stupid things to do.]