Sam ran the warm washcloth over his brother's face, carefully removing every last smear and drop of blood.
He rinsed the cloth in a bowl of water, and wrung it out. The water in the bowl was now pink.
Running the cloth along his brother's neck, he gently wiped away the blood gathered at the base of Dean's throat. The wounds on his chest were next. Thread and needle waited.
Faint sunlight filtered in through the curtains.
Sam was numb, no tears left in him to roll down his cheeks.
It was Friday, May 2, 2008.
Dean Winchester was dead.