He turned his head to look at her. His hazel eyes were so scared, afraid that he was going to be the death of her. That he wouldn't be able to save her just like all the other women he cared about.

He had to be strong for Dean. He couldn't be weak, and yet here he was, crying on Lana's floor, shaking and afraid because he knew he did love Lana from the first moment they had kissed, and he just wanted her to hold him and make all the bad monsters go away.

Things Dean used to do for him as a kid. Things Dean couldn't anymore because they knew the monsters intimately. Monsters inside of them. And they wouldn't ever go away, and day by day Dean became weaker and Sam became the stronger...

But he still needed someone to hold him and tell him things were going to be alright and find a way to make him believe it, if only for a moment.