Sam would have bathed in holy water if he could have, but he had a feeling he would still feel dirty, after where he'd been. What he'd been through.
What he'd done while Lucifer had been inside of him.
He hugged his brother like his life depended on it, squeezing his eyes shut against the flashes of memory that threatened to appear behind his eyes every time he even blinked. Dean was real; solid. Everything else was behind him.