He looks at her again and there's something-- else in his gaze. Open, like the shades have been drawn and for a brief moment, there's an intense vulnerability there. Like the first time he ever looked at her, young and still hurting from the loss of his father.

Sam almost turns her down by rote, habit. If it's not Dean, they shouldn't be in the car. But it's the Porsche that's waiting and a town filled with mirrors and Dean shouldn't have to go back to a place that makes him look like that.



A shrug, a nod toward the car painted midnight blue.