I find it absolutely heartbreaking that Sam, the little brother, is cradling Dean's face in his hands and resting his head below his chin. Almost imitating the way an adult might cradle a young, upset, vulnerable child. Heartbreaking.
Whenever I think about Gray, I have this mental image of tons of his clothes just randomly scattered all of the Guild Hall. It's like Mira walks into his room and dumps three laundry baskets full of his clothes on the floor with an upset face and Gray just sits there because he doesn't know how to apologize for his stripping habit! :)