Dean drummed his fingers on the table. He felt… agitated.
Lisa asked him if he was okay and of course he said he was. Why wouldn't he be? She was perfect, and young Ben was a cool kid.
He was living the life he'd promised Sam he would.
Ben chattered happily while they ate and afterwards Dean kissed Lisa and told her he was going to go through Sam's things. She understood.
He found a small box. Inside was Sam's student ID card, some faded photographs, and…
"Sammy."
Outside, Sam watched, impassively, as Dean curled the Amulet into his palm.