I love the feeling of years behind them that you give us in the beginning of this chapter. Sam remembers being tucked in from lifetimes ago. Eight decades familiar breathing next to his ear. Just gorgeous. And Dean IS trying. If he wasn't Sam wouldn't have been able to stop him at the Gas Mart. And the beauty of the image of Dean taking his hand and not letting go, and trying so hard to talk to Sam. *Cries* *Then goes and takes a cold shower from the scene in the back of the Impala.* And I may have said this in a comment on the prequel, but you actually write a Ruby I don't hate. Can't wait for the next update!