[Somehow Cami can't find herself surprised when Sam pulls another beer out from his stash. She nods her thanks when she accepts, stealing a drink herself while she waits for Sam to break the silence. He needs to figure out for himself what he wants to tell her; she'll push, but only if she has to.
She doesn't think it'll come to that. It's been nearly a month since Dean left, but the reality of that seems to have gripped him all the harder today than it had even when Sam made the announcement.]
I can only imagine. I'm guessing you used to travel a lot together. Just you, him, and the car? [So few constants in his life. All the greater is the ache when one of them is absent.]
unless they're standing in front of each other, typing away. they don't need words.
She doesn't think it'll come to that. It's been nearly a month since Dean left, but the reality of that seems to have gripped him all the harder today than it had even when Sam made the announcement.]
I can only imagine. I'm guessing you used to travel a lot together. Just you, him, and the car? [So few constants in his life. All the greater is the ache when one of them is absent.]