Sam had been mad. Very, very mad. And he knew he had a right to be mad, his brother had violated his body by letting in Gadreel, and it had gotten Kevin killed.
But what he had said... Sam knew it wasn't justified. He would die for his brother in a heartbeat, and he tried to get Dean to understand that. But like this... his brother, the man who loved him, who had taken care of him, who had Died for him, was beyond reach.
He had said awful things, told Dean they weren't brothers anymore, and he thought it was true. But after seeing Dean die in front of him, after getting his now black-eyed brother into the Impala, he remembered how much he had hurt Dean. And Sam wondered how he could say that to his brother. Because he knew now that Dean would always be his family.
But Sam hadn't been there when Dean had needed to hear that. And when he had said they were brothers in that abandoned bar, he could feel the anger radiating off of Dean.
Sam had been to late. All of the pain and loneliness Dean had been through was now twisted into anger. Into hate. His family was lost to him now.
He wished he could say all this, and more, wished that Dean would just hug him one more time, call him Sammy just one more time.
Sam needed that cure. He needed it desperately. And as he shut off the Impala's engine to bring Dean into the bunker, he hoped with all of his being that the words he hadn't spoken, could be said to his brother. To his family.
