Dean paused at the door, looking down at the keys in his hand. Fiddled with them anxiously.

"I love you. You're my brother. You're, literally, all I have." He sighed. "I don't even have me anymore. The pieces of myself I've held onto? I've had to fight like hell for and they're always inches from slipping away."

He looked back over, finally. "I feel good when I drink from you, because I can feel you. I feel your breathing, your warmth, your heart beating. For a minute or two, I get to be part of you. I get to be alive."