Oh God. I started tearing up at we walk the distance back to that damned car that's been their cradle, their ambulance, their playground as children, and is now Sam's hearse.

Bobby's grief, his memories of the two of them as boys, all the make-work around town as he breaths in some life before going back to the death at the farmhouse, that unbreakable bond between Dean and Sam's CORPSE. This was so painful, ans so good.

Thank you.