"Took you about an hour to crack this time," Roger finished, sitting fully up Dean was off of him. He swiped a hand quickly through his hair to free it of displaced earth and leaves. He licked his lips in the silence, scratched at the place he'd pulled a chunk of hair out. "Not like he was around a lot. You were living without him, making your own way. You just didn't have to realize it." He canted his head to the side, gauging Dean. "It doesn't make you a bad brother. And maybe this isn't the life you always wanted...

"Listen." He stood and held a hand out to Dean. "I'll give you the time you need, just like you did for me when I lost Brian. But I'm not gonna let you stop your life. The life that you built."