Dean took Sam back to the motel and handed him fresh clothes.

He had picked them up while Sam was at the funeral.

Dean hadn't really known Jessica, and wouldn't have felt right being there.

Even for Sam.

Sam looked at him with despair in his eyes.

Silent tears streaming down his cheeks.

It broke Dean's heart.

He whispered to Sam that he was going to get some food.

He didn't expect a reply, and didn't get one.

.

When he came back, he could hear the keening through the door.

And his heart broke for Sam all over again.