Dean settled himself more comfortably, half watching his zombies and half looking at Sam. No matter how much he tried to have a ‘normal’ night, it wasn’t going to work. There was just too much going on...and too much had happened in the past. Sam, to him at least, just didn’t seem to be coping well with the mistakes he’d made. And if Dean was being brutally honest with himself…probably the only person he would be honest with…then neither was he. They had to keep trying though. If they both gave in then the things they’d fought all their lives would have won. He could never let that happen.
“Sammy, we can go tonight if you’d rather. We can watch zombies anytime.”