Five Months Earlier
Sam put a steadying hand on his brother's shoulder and an involuntary shiver ran through the older man's figure. He could feel the pressure of Sam's hand, knew it was there, but that was it. No warmth, no love, no tenderness. Nothing from that touch, not even within his own heart.
He was empty, only filled with the strong urge to protect what he had left, all he had left. He had to save Sammy. That freakin' light could wait.