First thing, I do not own supernatural, all credit goes to Kripke and the actors. This is my first fanfic ever so go easy on me. This is rated k+ for limited language. After the events of Cas and Booby, I thought we needed a little brotherly moment. Enjoy!
Breakdown
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat. Dean hadn't been talking for a while and Sam was concerned after everything that just happened with Bobby dying. Sam knew that Dean hated chick flick moments but he had to say something. Hell, he already asked Dean a hundred times 'what's wrong?' or 'are you alright, do we need to talk?'. One more time couldn't hurt.
"Dean, I really think we should talk about this. I know you're not fine, I'm not stupid. A lot has happened and…"
Sam couldn't finish because Dean lost it. Dean slammed his fist on the steering wheel and pulled over.
"Alright! Fine, you want me to talk ill talk. Mom died, Dad died because of me, you left college because I dragged you back, your girlfriend died because I brought you back to hunting, you died because I couldn't protect you, I tortured god knows how many souls in hell because I was weak, I broke the first seal, I couldn't save Hendrickson or the virgin chick, you lost your soul because I failed to protect you again, Lisa almost died because of me, I couldn't save Ellen and Jo, Cas died because I couldn't help him, and now Bobby is dead because I got him into the Dick Roman thing. So there Sam, you happy! That's everything; you wanted me to talk so there!" Dean finished just in time to open his door and fall out before he started throwing up. It finally hit Sam how much his brother blamed himself and the stress finally got the better of Dean as he threw up on the side of the road. Tears threaten to fall; Sam got out and ran to his brothers' side. He pulled Dean up and sat him against the Impala. He forced Dean to look him straight in the eyes. "Dean, you forgot tons of things." Sam said and Dean gave a confused and sad look in return.
"You saved my ass thousands of times, you never gave up on finding dad, you lasted thirty years in HELL, you saved so many people, you got my soul back, you gave up so much for everyone, and most importantly YOU never ever gave up on me, Cas, Bobby, Dad and Mom. Dean you are the most loyal, trusting, unselfish and strongest person I will ever know. You never let anyone down, every one that died are proud they died for the same reason you fight. None of this is your fault Dean!" Sam finished with tears streaming down his face. Dean was also crying, and Dean NEVER cries. Sam pulled Dean up to his feet.
"Thanks Sammy." Dean said in a rough voice. Sam smiled, god he hated that nickname but Dean is the only one aloud to use it. Sam nodded gripping Deans shoulder the way Dean always did to Sam. "You really think that Dads proud of me?" Dean asked suddenly looking like a four year old. "Ya Dean I really do. I know I am." Sam replied climbing back into the Impala. "Right back at you little bro. And by the way… this never happened." Dean said getting behind the wheel. He started the engine and smiled as she started up like always. Turning up the music Sam and Dean started on the road. Not exactly knowing where it might lead them, but wherever it was as long as they had each other, they will make it.