"Come on Dean."
"What?"
"Just …come on."
"Oh! Home? Should we go home Sammy? Cos, where's that?"
"Whatever, I'm driving. Move."
"Oh right, the big super powers boss has spoken...."
"You're an asshole when you're drunk Dean."
Sam didn't understand Dean's reply; he was just glad he wasn't making a fuss.
Dean fell off the bar stool and followed Sam to the car, stumbling into the passenger seat.
"Can't see it."
Sam sighed and pulled out.
"What can't you see?"
"The light."
"And that light would be?"
"The one Dad went to. Mom. Don't think I'll be seeing that Sammy."
