A/N: Apparently writing angsty-Sam is a good way of procrastinating doing school work... Who knew, right? So yeah, this chapter is pathetically short, but I needed it to stand alone, and there wasn't really anything more I wanted to add to it. Also, I have no idea where this is headed... So, yeah.

Enjoy.

"You told her. You told her? The secret? Our big family rule number one: we do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times, and you tell her everything? …Dean!"

"Yeah. Looks like it."

Sam glanced to the odometer.

As though daydreaming while driving wasn't bad enough, his destination didn't seem to be getting any closer, either. But then again, what did he care? He wasn't exactly pressed for time. Hell, the whole trip could be in vain, and would it really matter?

"Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said."

"Oh, okay. Yeah."

"Okay, a lot more. Maybe… And I told her the secret about what we do, and I shouldn't have."

"No, look, man, everybody's gotta open up to someone, sometime."

"Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close, and look how it ended… Would you stop? …Blink or something."

"You loved her."

"Oh, God."

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her! …Oh, wow. She dumped you."

"Get in the car… Get in the car!"

It mattered. It'd matter to her… If he could even find her.

"Sam?"

"Cassie, hey… Could I talk to you?"

"Sure, of course… Is something wrong?"

Yes. This is wrong. Everything's wrong.

"There's something I need to tell you. Ah… Why don't you sit down?"

"Sam, what's going on?"

"Just-please. Sit?"

I'm here to tell you Dean is dead. He sold his soul for me, and then I let him go to hell. But not before promising him I wouldn't.

This is wrong…

"Sam?"

"Dean's dead."

"Excuse me?"

Dead!

"He died, Cassie… A couple months ago."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No."

"Yes, you are… You are. Sam?"

"I'm not. Cassie, I'm sorry…"

"…Son of a bitch!"

"I like her."

"Yeah."

"You meet someone like her, ever make you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold; doing what we do?"

"Wake me up when it's my turn to drive."

"What happened?"

Hell hounds ripped his chest open. They crushed his heart. I watched.

Everything's wrong.

"Does it matter?"

It'd matter to her.

"I just thought-I mean, he never…"

"You thought it couldn't happen to him."

So did I…

Convincing Cassie she was better off not knowing the specifics… that had been easy. Because it wasn't going to bring him back. Nothing was bringing him back.

Convincing Sam to bring her to his grave… that had been harder. Because it wasn't going to bring him back. Nothing was bringing him back.

But he waited while she said whatever it was she needed to say to end it. To bring her closure. And in the end, he envied her.

Because he didn't know those words.