Stolen
Numbness was perhaps the one sensation that made Sam realize that he was living despite a hole in his heart that paralyzed him. Dean said something about getting gas for the car, but he could focus on nothing other than the pain that was there in spurts.
"Sam," Dean said, clearing his throat. "You know-" there was never a time his brother was at a loss for words until then.
"Just don't, Dean."
Dean would never be able to understand the mountain of grief that was climbing up his moose-like frame. He knew pain, they all did, but Dean had never been in love before.
"We'll find this thing, Sammy. Together."