It's a drink so absurd that no one else has ever ordered it, or ever will. This is the last such cup in the world and there will never be another. Not ever.

You broke my heart a little bit right there.

Also, the section about the ghost boy and the couple with the blue lips? Chilling. Especially with the last line, where Sam just didn't want to.

When he's writing Brother on the form, and decides, and the pen snaps, and the blot erases everything but brother? I read a novel in those few sentences. If you separated them from the story, I think anyone who read it would be like, "Yeah. Yes."

There was one bit I don't think I understood: Ben cries. Dean curses the dog for blowing his cover, sabotaging him. He's trying, here. He's trying. Any chance you'd give me a hint of what's he really saying here? Is it that tragedy is still intruding on his pretend happiness?

I wish you could be writing the season for us. I could get behind this Sammycage idea.