The heavy curly haired vampire pushed Dean's head back and smeared his blood on the Hunter's lips. "Here, drink this."
Sam crouched behind the motel sign and poured the last of the demon's blood into his hand. Ruby had said, "Here, drink this."
Sam took the wrench in his hand. Looking at Dean sitting in little brother's usual spot where he had watched Dean work on the car for years Sam handed off his beer to his doomed brother. "Here, drink this."
They drank tears, blood and beer for all of their years. The most bitter of drinks was sorrow.
