Chapter 10
Sam froze on the doorstep. He had his hand raised, and curled, ready to knock on Dean’s door, but he couldn’t do it. A coldness swept through him at the thought of being on the sofa, with Dean across from him on his throne-like armchair. All that Sam wanted, but forever out of his reach. Nausea swelled in his stomach, and he rocked back on his heels and turned to leave.
The door opened, and a stern voice halted his escape. “Come inside.”
Sam looked at his car, waited a few seconds, then turned to Dean, but he had gone from the doorway. He scratched the back of his head, then walked solemnly into the house. He shot his car one last glance, then closed the door behind him.
Dean smiled and rubbed his hands together. “They say it’s got an unexpected ending.”
“Do they…” Sam mumb
