Being a Winchester was definitely a fucked up thing. Death, destruction, heartache and chaos followed them around everywhere, but there was something about that special family bond that no one else seemed to understand. Sam had craved normalcy all his life, but the thought of not being as close to Dean as they were when they were hunting and at their best? No white picket fence and dog could be worth that, could they?
Sam's breathing evened out as he finally relaxed enough to drift to sleep. The emotional turmoil had really drained his batteries.