"So, tell me. What could you possibly say to make that all right?"
Well fuck Thought Sam. Like our family needs more drama, more guilt. What can I say Dean? Can I say I'm sorry dad died, I'm not sorry you're alive? I'm sorry one of you had to go, but if it was a choice, I'm glad you're the one left standing? Does that make me a bad son? Would I even care? I've lost so much; I don't want to lose you. I've already come too close, and this last time was a doozy. Fuck Dean, I can't say anything to make that better, only that, whoever made the choice, I'm glad it was you they chose to live.