"Dean, come on, we can't just bury our heads in the sand on this one. It needs to be said." Sam didn't want to talk about it, heck, he didn't even want to think about it. But it was important they got it out in the open air.
"Promise me. Promise me you won't try to bring me back if I die." Sam trailed his fingers along Dean's arm. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't even want to think about it. But it had to be said. "Dean... Promise me..."