"Nah, I'm good." He tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel for a few more minutes of silent driving, and then glanced over at Sam again. He hated this, when they just sat and stewed in things that had gone wrong. It was always the same heavy, emotional atmosphere that hung over them when they lost people they loved, and they'd only just got to know Henry. He'd been so god damn awesome, once they'd cooled off their problems with each other too.
He could remember this silence when Jessica died, when John died, and then when Ellen and Jo died, and again after Bobby died. He remembered this silence when they drove to Detroit to let Sam say yes to Lucifer, and after they drove back from losing Adam. Nothing ever good came from this silence.