"I know," he said quietly. He knew better than a lot of people did. He'd lost Jess, he'd lost Dad...even Dean, for a good while. He knew it was like to have loved and lost. The pain was indescribable.
"Come on," he said again, nodding off toward the streets ahead. "I'll get you a room for tonight. We'll pick up some food on the way there and tomorrow we'll figure out how to keep you from doing something like...well," he gestured around them, "this again."