Nodding her head in Sams direction the waitress asked, "That your kid brother?"

Dean gave a small smile, "Yeah that's my Sammy." The ginger frowned at Dean.

"Why does he look so sad? No offense, but he looks like a kicked puppy."

Dean sighed, but didn't protest her metaphor. It was true, Sam did look a lot like a kicked puppy. "He has survivors guilt. His girlfriend recently died in a fire." As Dean explained the waitress' face fell.

"How horrible!" She cried.

"Yeah, but he'll be okay. He always is." Dean picked that moment to take his leave.

*****motel*****

"Come on Sam you need to eat!" Dean begged

"Not hungry." Sam curtly replied.

"You haven't eaten in weeks!" Dean exaggerated.

Sam called him out on it, "It's been like a day."

"A granola bar doesn't count. If you don't eat I'm gonna have to have you hospitalized." Threatened Dean.

Sam sat up on his bed, "Like you could ever afford that."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. " I'll manager. Why wont you eat? Or sleep for that matter?" He questioned.

"I sleep!"

"Yeah? Two hours every other day does not count! I know you're upset and I'm not gonna pretend like I know how you feel 'cause I don't. But you need to move on, it's what she would've wanted." Dean's voice softened.

Sam moved his gaze to the puke green carpet. "I know. It's just hard...not knowing." Sam explained sorrowfully.

"Not knowing what? You know she was gonna say yes to marrying you, her dad gave you the note with her wedding vows on it. You know you couldn't have saved her..."

"I know!" Sam shouted. "I know I couldn't save her and I know she was going to say yes!"

Dean was growing impatient with his baby brothers guessing game. "Than what? What is it you want to know so damn badly!?"

Dean instantly regretted yelling once he saw Sam wipe his eyes with his sleeve. For a minute, as Sam gathered his stuff to shower, he didn't think he was going to get an answer.

"Sammy what do you want to know?" Dean begged desperately.

Sam froze in the bathroom doorway, his broken voice was barely a whisper, "Whether it was a boy or a girl." He shut the door behind him, leaving Dean staring at the spot he stood. Dean could hear the shower running, drowning out Sam's sobs.

Dean was frozen to the bed, with one sob running through his head: 'Maybe he wont be okay.'