It took Sam weeks to stop flinching at the sight of Dean, but the twitching whenever he said something after a silence stuck around even longer. Dean curses the skin-walker every day for a long time. After everything that had happened to the kid.
Mom, Jess, Dad, and then the Dean-not-Dean. Going to kill him. Intellectually, he knew that Sam knew he would never hurt him. On purpose anyway. And he would always make it right. He HAD always made it right.
But he had no clue what to do to fix this. Mostly because he didn't know what the walker had done/said to his little brother. If only Sam would talk about it. Then he could fix it. He was the big brother, the glue that held his damn fool family together. If he could make things ok between dad and Sam, then -
But he couldn't. Not really. Dad was still missing and until he was found there was nothing he could do. Looking over at Sam curled up on the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean smiled. He was a cute kid.
When he wasn't being pig-headed or any of the other traits that ran in his family. His dad could NOT have found a more stubborn, lovable, charming, caring woman to marry. And Sam took after them both in equal measures. It was good to see. After dad had tried his best and failed (miserably) to quell anything of mom that showed. In either of them.
Spying a plastic spoon he began to have an idea. He picked it up and eyed Sam for a couple of seconds. Knowing that it would take Sam's mind off the skin-walker, He'd be too busy plotting revenge to think of it, he gently stuck the spoon in Sam's mouth, took a photo, then turned the music all the way up.
Sam woke up in a rush. Spitting the spoon out he glowered at Dean for a minute before he stacked and started laughing.
Dean just smiled and turned his eyes back to the road. Sam was happy, he was happy, and they were in the Impala driving down a road that seemed to stretch for miles. Sure, he and his pain-in-the-ass little brother had their issues.
But for now, all was good in the world.