Sam sat in the car for a long time, thinking about what he'd seen.
He'd thought he had resigned himself to losing Amelia. But seeing her with Don, their easy familiarity, how comfortable they were with each other – it hurt.
Was, in fact, doubly painful, given how bad things had gotten between him and Dean.
Sam sighed, rubbing at the ever-present pain in his temples. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He had nothing and no one. No one except a brother who acted as if he despised him.
He needed a drink.
Sam started the car.