A/N: I own nothing.
Word Count: 108
Sam looked at Jess's picture, the only one he had left after the fire. The frame was blackened by soot of the fire.
As he watched Sam stare at the photo in his hand he didn't know how to comfort the man that his brother had grown up to. Sam turned towards him and for a split second, Dean could see that heartbroken expression in his brother's hazel eyes. Only for a second though. Soon, his brother's red, puffy eyes became expressionless as he shoved the photo back into his duffel. Dean could only watch Sam, as he turned towards the door.
"Let's go hunt that damn wendigo."