I pulled Dean into my arms seeing the intense hurt that was in his eyes. He was tense but soon relaxed burrowing his face into my neck. We stayed like that for a half an hour at least with the door wide open allowing the bugs and night to get in. But I couldn't pull myself away. His pain was so evident and yet so hidden.
I finally eased myself away from him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand gently, easing him into the house and guiding him toward the kitchen. I let go of his hand as we reached the kitchen and pulled a couple beers out of the fridge.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything stronger than this." I stated as I turned toward where I had left Dean thinking that he would have sat at one of the bar stools but instead he was only a few feet from where I stood.
"Thanks." Dean said quietly his voice low and rough. I motioned toward the bar stools as I walked toward him; paying close attention to the movement of Dean's body, looking for any injuries that he could be hiding but failed to see anything out of the ordinary.
After about a half of the beer Dean cleared his throat, "Where's Ben?"
"He's staying at an overnight camp this week with his class. He'll be back on Sunday." I replied quietly matching the tone of Dean's voice. Dean nodded again and fell back into silence his eyes becoming distant.
"It's Sam." I stated gently not needing to question, placing my hand over Dean's larger one. Nothing weighed more heavily on Dean than his brother. Dean's eyes filled with tears and he hung his head. The amount of sorrow written there made it obvious; Sam was dead.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I wanted to stop his pain but I knew that I couldn't, knew that this pain went so much deeper than anything that I could help with but I also knew that I needed to do something. I stood gently encircling the broken hunter in my arms holding Dean as I would my son. As Dean's tears struck my shoulder my own tears started to flow; his pain becoming mine.
The rest of the night was spent like that, either of us saying anything because nothing could cover the pain he was feeling.