Dean didn't fight the pull in. He just wrapped his arms around the larger Winchester; he felt very comfortable standing there. He really didn't care that some of the guys from the garage could see them. The guys understood the loss. This was Dean's baby, and it was gone for...possibly forever.
Dean hated that thought. To lose something forever. They had lost their mom and dad, and who knew what else they'd lose. But, the Impala had always been there, even when he had to keep her in the garage. The Impala had never given up on them, and yet now he was standing by a jungle where his baby use to rest. Sam's knowledge that the Impala was gone only made it more real.
He stayed in the hug a little longer, but soon he couldn't handle it. He broke off the hug and stepped back, refusing to look at the jungle.
"I'm so-sorry." His voice caught. It always caught when he was dealing with some serious emotions. "I gotta go." He looked up at Sam, hoping his little brother wouldn't make him stay.