He gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn white as the impala's engine roared through the small town of Fillmore Utah. He hadn't spoken anything more than a sentence to Sam since Sam's second visit to the demon proof room in Bobby's basement and he wasn't planning on it, especially after his latest breakdown.

Dean felt like the only person he had to talk to lately was Castiel and even that was hard because Cas didn't understand half the things Dean was saying. The words that came out of Dean's mouth were like the gurgling of an infant to Cas at times and he made it all too clear to Dean when he was confused which was more than Dean Winchester could stand.

Dean looked over at Sam who was staring out the window with tired eyes, he hadn't dared to say anything, neither had Dean.

"Dea…" Sam said quietly, almost as if the word was hard to get out but Dean quickly cut him off.

"Don't… just don't Sam."

Sam bit his lip knowing Dean was serious about this, especially since he called him Sam and not Sammy.

Looking over at Dean, his eyes pained and droopy he sighed "Dean I was under the influence of…"

"I don't want to hear it Sammy, I know what it wasn't, doesn't mean I like it." He said clicking his tongue against his teeth.

Sam nearly whimpered, it was barely audible but he knew he did it; he just wanted things to be okay again. "Dean I couldn't control myself, I didn't mean to do it, any of it." He was talking about the bigger picture now.

Sighing Dean kept his eyes on the road, the one long road that felt like it had been going forever. "You never do…look Sam, seriously, can we not? I'm sick of it, of all of it. I don't want to talk. I want to drive to this place, get it over with and keep doing the same thing, hunting, what I'm good at. What I don't want to do is this touchy feely soul saving crap, I'm done. Been done, nothing's changed."

"Nothing?" Sam asked looking at the road that Dean's deep green eyes were transfixed upon.

"Nothing" Muttered his brother as he drove along the road.

The path was paved with anything but good intentions.

Pulling into town, the sun shone through the windows of the impala making Sam and Dean squint collectively, their hands shielding their eyes from the harsh rays of the overbearing sun.

"Dean what are we doing here anyway?" Sam asked shuffling to the trunk of the car grabbing his duffel bag as they made their way into the doors of the Capital motel. "I mean this doesn't feel like our kind of job."

Dean smirked looking over his shoulder as he watched his brother struggle with the bags, a strap caught on something else in the trunk. "Ah do you know why they call this place the Capital Motel? Because it's top of the line…"

"Dean." Sam growled wanting to get back on track with the subject on hand.

"This is our kind of job, trust me… it sounds creepy I'm down, it's low key, I'm there." He said grabbing his back from the trunk, his body placed next to Sam's taller frame.

Sam paused leaned on the bumper of the car "I mean why did you take it, with everything going on?"

Dean crossed his arms, bags not yet in hand "Look its normal and that's what I need right now something normal or next to normal and Cas told me about it, said we should at least look into it and that's what we're doing. Cool?" He asked grabbing his heavy luggage.

Sam nodded "Yeah, fine, whatever and at least we're not far from Bobby in case something else happens…"

Dean nodded letting his brother follow him as he walked into the motel that was anything but top of the line, a smell of sour pickles near the entrance.

"Whew! Can you smell that fresh air!?" Dean asked his younger brother as he opened the door. "Smells like home."