Dean Winchester wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer (even though he thought he was because he had the sharpest knife in the drawer) but he knew some things.

He knew about demons and angels and God and the Devil. He knew about hunting and guns and evil sons of bitches. He knew about bars and sluts and dirty motel rooms.

He understood that the apocalypse was happening. He understood that he was supposed to be an archangel's earthly vessel, and that his part in the end of the world was bigger than him.

He realized that it was his destiny. He realized he didn't care.

The words all melted together in his brain: demons, angels, God, sluts, Devil, apocalypse, destiny. They stopped meaning anything. Everything stopped having meaning, except Sam.

Dean knew Sam. He understood Sam. He realized Sam was everything, more important than the words that meant nothing, the people that meant nothing; everything was nothing when Sam was on his mind.

Dean did not comprehend happiness or tenderness or love. But he comprended Sam, and that was everything.

A/N: This is my first fic ever, so even though it's a ficlet, please be gentle, yes?