Compromise
Things have gotten out of hand, though the world turns, revolutions per deaths. And the compromises they've come to are as fragile and unsteady as a bouquet of dead flowers.
When a vision hits Sam, sick and wrong and unwanted, Dean touches his shoulder, leading him to safety.
When Dean stares off, cold, Sam- eyes down and unobtrusive- pulls him to food, or beer, or the car, knowing the guilt by name- knowing it cannot be exorcised.
Sam nearly blacks out, Dean turns grave. They're lost.
But they aren't alone. While they have each other, the world still can turn.
