Dean knew death well, but he still shuddered when she took her last breath.
He hadn't heard what Pamela had said to Sam right before she died, but it couldn't have been good.
Sam's face went ghost white after she whispered to him.
Dean drew in a sharp breath and asked.
"What did she say to you?"
The response was expected, but it still hurt.
Silence.
Deceit.
More secrets. More lies.
But there was more this time, something else.
Dean caught the look in Sam's eyes as he turned away.
Fear.
No, not fear… it was worse.
Sam was terrified.