This is my first drabble. I'm still figuring things out around here. :)

So much pain. Would it ever end? Sam leaned against the crude cross marking his brother's grave, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Dean's amulet in the other.

He hadn't been able to burn his brother's remains no matter what his instincts told him. His heart told him something else.

Sam struggled to his feet and stumbled toward the Impala. He knew what he had to do. The only way to make this pain fade. He was going to get his brother back if it was the last thing he ever did.

Now where was the nearest crossroad?