Dean nods, finishing the rest of his glass and staring down into it, watching the last few drops swirl around at the bottom. "Yeah. It was a lot simpler. Didn't have time to think about much else but making it over the next hill, y'know?"

Sam. His chest goes tight all over again and he pours another glass. "Yeah, found him. Thought I was dead so.. so he moved on. Girl, a dog, the whole domestic thing."

And that's the one thing that always separated them. Sam could live without Dean. Dean? Was never so good at letting go. It's why he still felt adrift, disconnected from the world around him.