"I'm lost," he said softly, unaware that it was audible, unaware that Sam made a sudden motion toward him as if to grab him or just touch him, but then ran his hands through his own damp hair instead, eyes wrenched shut.

Sam said, face raised to the sky to keep tears at bay.


"Geologically speaking," Sam agreed, and if he ever loved Dean more than he did right then, he wasn't sure he would be able to remember it.

Only you could make staying up until 2 a.m. worth it. I actually teared up a little at those.

"And I hate string theory, so don't start." (and this is just a feel-good bonus for me. :) )

*Hugs you* And once again - please, don't ever stop writing!