Eventually, Sam scooted a little bit closer to Dean because really, what did it matter now? No one to hide it from now that didn't already know. He reached out to rest a hand on Dean's leg, just to touch him.

He didn't know what to say. He was sorry wouldn't cut it and Dean'd never accept it anyway and whining about what they'd just lost, crying about it, wouldn't change it. It'd just get Dean apologizing again. So he just breathed out a soft sigh and tilted his head to rest on Dean's shoulder, trying to think.