A memory surfaced then, of sitting beside Jimmy in his car as he bent over his steering wheel and cried; of being so close and yet so completely far away from him and utterly helpless. I wasn't used to Jimmy breaking down like that, and I certainly wasn't used to Dean showing any weakness. I think that actually hit me harder than the news about Sam.

"Shit," I sighed, wrapping my arm around his and pressing my face in against his shoulder. "Is it the anti-Christ stuff?"