Dean had been crying in his sleep again. He didn't say anything but Sam could tell, his eyes had that blood-shot look to them. He had seen Dean hurt 1000 times but this was different. Blood and bruises he could deal with, but it was Dean's heart that was hurting and Sam couldn't fix that.
The kettle boiled and Sam poured the steaming water into a mug. Warm drinks were supposed to comfort people. He placed the mug next to Dean.
"Dude, tea? Seriously?"
Sam smiled, knowing it was lame. It wasn't much, but it was all he could do.