pathossam:

“I remember the way your soul looked when Death had it in his hand, after he brought you back from, from that, that place. I remember feelin’ jealous that he got to hold you in the palm of his hand like that, remember thinkin’ that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Sam, your soul was so bright that it was shinin’ out of his fingers; I had to close my eyes against it. All those hundreds of years of torture, and it was just, just so bright, like a star, like all those stars we used to look up at, and there you were, just. Nothin’ has ever been able to take away that light, Sammy.”

—Dean, to Sam.