so well-written, so intricate and detailed. a very focused look on dean in that moment of knee-jerk grief.

Sam would have loved it.

But the clink-clank of silverware on china is too loud and the whiskey isn’t strong enough and this isn’t family dinner for Dean.

Family dinner is the grease stain along the bottom of the takeout bag, the slurp of a plastic straw followed by the hollow shake and crunch of ice against a cardboard cup. It’s the small popping noise beside him as the clear lid to a wilted salad comes off.

no truer words ever spoken! fantastic eye for detail. thank you.