The next day I was sitting in the sun as Dean finished up on Kaz. Sam appeared from nowhere, the apologetic puppy dog look on his face that I used all the time.
"You were right." He muttered.
"About what?"
"About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it is too little. It's too late." He shrugged before the tears came. "I miss him, man. And I feel as guilty as hell. And I'm not all right. Not at all. But neither are you. That much I know." He was waiting for an answer but none came. "I'll let you get back to work." He nodded and left us.
"Dean..." I waited for the answer which came in the shape of him smashing the car window. Then, he took it out on the car's boot lid, creating the biggest hole ever. I waited for him to calm down, for me to not be petrified before I jumped from my perch and went to him.
"Dean?" I asked him before he hugged me to him tightly and cried it out on my shoulder.
