You couldn't believe what Sam was telling you. He didn't feel anything anymore. He didn't feel remorse, or joy, or sadness, or love.

"I'm sorry."

He says, patting your shoulder. It was robotic. It wasn't him. Dean stood beside you, just as shocked but more enraged by Sam's revelation.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I know something's wrong with me and…and I need help. But I don't know how.."

Sam sighs, brushing a hand through his hair.

"D'you love me?"

You whisper, needing to know the truth. Sam nods right away, his eyes wide.

"Of course I-"

"Do you feel love for me right now? I didn't ask if you remember feeling it before."

Sam falls silent, and his silence tells you all you need to know.

"You son of a bitch."

Dean grits out, his eyes unmoving from Sam.

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?!"

Sam frowns, his expression returning to neutral.

"I didn't think it was important."