He could feel the rise and fall of his chest against his brother's.

He could feel the wet tears soaking through the fabric of Dean's thin cotton shirt, but it didn't matter one bit.

Sam's breath hitched and he shuddered.

He had yet to lift himself from the comfort and safety of his brother's arms.

His head nestled on Dean's shoulder like a child, the tears flowing freely, unstoppable.

He didn't care what kind of ribbing he would take for this later, right now it was what he needed, and Dean was letting him.

As long as he was in Dean's arms, Sam felt safe.