He held your hand tighter. That was the first thing you noticed. The second was when he lingered too long at a particular building on campus, watching the entrance like he was waiting for someone. A case had brought you, Sam, and Dean back to Stanford. You knew Sam hadn't been back since Jess's funeral and you'd told him it was okay not to go. He deserved a break anyways. But he'd insisted.

"Y'okay?"

You murmur, breaking him from his trance. Sam's brows furrow, looking down at the cement before nodding and giving you a smile.

"Yeah. It's just weird being back here. How can something change so little when I've changed so much?"

He murmurs, almost to himself.

"Very philosophical."

You joke, earning a real grin from him.

"You're not funny.”