-- well, Sam couldn't argue with that. He would, indeed, be doing the same exact thing Dean was doing, and he probably would've done it a lot sooner. Between that and seeing Dean's expression, he relaxed slightly to just frown at him.

"I'm sorry," Sam said finally, crossing his arms over his chest. "I just -- it's us, now, and that's -- it."

No Cas. No Bobby. Just Sam and Dean Winchester on the highway to Hell. And Sam is silent for a moment before he continued, oddly subdued.

"I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted before we had to go home. I mean -- well, Cas told you what happened, until the Leviathan killed him."

Sam rested his head back against the chair.

"Not even Crowley wants a thing to do with us and he's usually stalking us all over the country."