Angua pulled Dean against her, hand tightening in his hair and shirt. "I know," she said, voice cracking until a few tears escaped her tightly closed eyes. What she knew was that if given the choice, Dean would go where Sam was. She couldn't be mad about that, they were family, more than family. She just wanted Dean here, to stay, and to not have his whole life fall apart because Sam was gone. She was afraid of what this would do to him, more than what it already had.

"I'll take care of you," she said into his hair. "It'll be okay, I promise."