"I am," says Dean, "I am one," because this might be all that he gets, nine months of waiting and then nothing to hold but air, and he's keeping all of it. It's his. He wants it with everything he has, and that might not be enough, and he just -

"I don't know what to do. I want to talk to my dad," Dean exhales, throat closing up. "I want to talk to my fucking brother."