The Ducks at Downers Grove

No matter how much he looked like the carefree Sammy from his dreams, the one who'd been rolling around in the grass with the awkward grace of a giant octopus baby, the one who'd grinned impishly when Dean spit out his first mouthful of ice-cream on tasting that the topping wasn't chocolate sauce but BBQ, the Sam sitting beside his bed no longer was that little brother. 4x16 Coda