Sam could tell by the way his brother obsessively scoured the newspapers, his restless movements about the motel room and his constant checking of his cell phone 20 times an hour that Dean was ready to move on. Ready to move on to the next hunt, to find their father and to destroy the monster that took their mother, took Jess, away from them. But Sam wasn't ready to move on just yet.

"Jess's funeral is in two days." He said quietly as he sat opposite his brother at the scarred table.

"Mmmm hmm." Dean replied as he scanned the paper for the third time that day.

"You'll stay with me won't you Dean? Until it's over?" Sam asked picking at a small gouge in the table top.

Dean raised his head and observed his brother. After a moment he smiled. It was the smile reserved only for Sam when he needed re-assurance and support. The one that said 'I got you'.

"Of course I will Sammy."