"Donno." Dean sighed softly, and finally his arms loosened; his hands rested as her shoulders for a moment before sliding down her arms, stopping long enough to give her upper arms a soft rub. He stepped away because now they had to talk.
"Hell, Sam's supposedly been here for years or a year. And, Cas. He doesn't remember the shit storm we went through to stop the apocalypse. He thinks I'm crazy or I don't understand. Sam..." The eldest of John's boys shook his head. He really was lost without Sam; he didn't know what to do about the guy. "It's like we're not what we were. Not that it was great all the time, but it's just different."
"Shit, Jo, I'm sorry." His hand lifted to rub at the back of his neck as he realized he really shouldn't complain; at least he had family here even if he wasn't exactly getting along with them at the moment. "This place is just wrong on so many levels."