Sam nods, pulling himself up off the couch and stripping off his tie and shirt. Normally fastidious about his clothes and keeping things neat, he tosses them over a chair in their bedroom for now. He's too tired, too emotionally wrung out to worry about things like neatness.

Their Dad was gone. He was gone and all they had now was each other and the code he'd given them to live by. Save people. Kill demons.

He stretches out on the bed, briefly toying with the idea of reading or going over their hunting gear before discarding both. Not tonight. His head wasn't in the game. He needed Dean and some time to regroup.