And for just a moment, Sam decides that maybe the what-ifs aren't so important after all. He smiles and drops the bottle of Advil into his bag. "Never mind."

Dean shrugs and hefts his bag out to the car.

I love how most of what happens in this story happen in between the words -- they don't talk and they don't analyze and they don't examine but a lot gets said all the same. Just lovely.