Sam was curled up on his bed, book in hand. Though really he wasn't focused on the words at all. He had too much on his mind to read. But he held onto the book, huddled in on himself every bit like a much younger Sammy after a bad nightmare.
He lifted his head and set the book aside, forcing himself to sit up. "Hey Dean."
Why couldn't they ever get a break? Why did the crap just keep piling up on top of them? If the universe was doing tests to find out just how far they could be pushed... well, the limit was close.