You were always there, even dead, you were there.. you were haunting him. always. at first he thought it was the booze and he was hallucinating, he told Dean and his brother even said it was insane, it couldn’t be real. But here he was, laying on a motel bed after sobbing to himself, Dean out down the public bar. Being alone was the only time Sam could break, he had to be strong for Dean and for the life he lives with hunting. But his breaths became even and the tears poured silently when he felt someone playing with his hair. he knew it was you, it was the same thing as you did when you were alive to comfort the younger Winchester. He turns slightly and looks at you, confused puppy eyes staring at you, trying to figure you out. “what.. are you? how are you here?-“