I'm still all Oh, Dean about this. I love it though. There are some beautiful turns of phrases in this.

It's always just him and his brother in the Impala, some familiar song on the radio, and the plains placid and impressionistic outside. Dean would crack a joke or make some observation, and Sam would laugh, his laugh like a gunshot, his presence radiant, burned into Dean's mind like a brand.

That one just breaks my heart a bit.