Disclaimer: Supernatural ain't mine.
(.moving on)
The losses weigh them down, but it's not until you were dragged further away, your vision tunneling what was everything you knew into memories, that you bear losses too.
wWw
[Dean plays with Sam, but his focus isn't there. Sam prays with church man, but the words seem harder, like these ones will need to last. Daddy makes his way back, taking Dean with him to the 'range' out back, without Sam.
And it's all going cockeyed- Sam's left alone and people are acting weird; like, something'll happen soon.
Something- Daddy drags them away.
Maybe he explains why, maybe he doesn't. Sam can't tell over the sounds of his own sobs.
He's seeing change again, but he was too young to remember before, so it feels new.
He screams for church man, for his bed, for the action figure Dean left in the sofa. Doesn't matter. Because change is all in the name and he's learning it now.
Then Dean's hand, cold and clammy, squeezes Sam's, but nothing's better.
Sam doesn't know what's going to happen next.]