"Screwdriver."
Dean held out a hand and waited. One second later the tool was placed in his hand. With a nod he went back to work.
There was silence again. Sam sat on a chair, watching his brother fiddling with his car. It was something he saw every day. Something, that was normal. Dean's hobby.
"You alright?", Dean asked glancing over to his little brother.
Sam raised a single eyebrow. "Yeah, sure. Why're you asking?"
The older one shrugged and stood up properly. "You're really quiet."
"I am a quiet kind of guy", answered Sam, still a little confused, though he knew, what Dean was hinting at.
He threw the screwdriver away and looked at his brother with seriousness in his eyes. "Come on, Sammy. Tell me."
There was silence again. Sam didn't know how to answer. Of course there was something wrong. There was always something wrong, wasn't there? If you're hunting monsters something wrong is clutching onto you like a vampire to a human being.
Still, they exchanged looks and Sam sighed. How could he think, he could hide it from his own brother? After all, he's always been the only one to look right through him.
"Good", said the younger brother finally. "If you want to know it so badly, I'll tell you. But you won't like it."
The older shrugged. "I'm listening."
Another sigh. "It's about Cas."
Annoyed Dean turned away. "Oh, not that again, Sam. I said we forget about it didn't I?"
"You know that I can't. 'Cause he's my friend. And yours, too. Don't even try to pretend that you don't give a damn about him anymore. It's getting ridiculous!"
The older brother looked at Sam in despise. "No, don't you dare talk to me like that. Cas is old story. He's gone, that's it. I really don't feel the need to talk about a dead Angel right now."
Sam stood up abruptly. "We don't know if he's dead. I don't believe that he is, Dean. It's still Cas and he's strong!"
Dean slammed the hood and groaned. "Whatever. I'm inside if you need me", he said, while returning to the bunker.
After he left, Sam just sat back down on the chair. He tried to breathe, but there was something that wouldn't let him. Why did they always have to fight? About Cas even. He was Dean's best friend and even though Sam was sometimes pretty jealous because of him, he was still family. And he was Sam's best friend, too, to be honest.
A few minutes passed and the young man was staring into the sky. Soon he folded his hands in his lap and closed his eyes. "Uhm… Cas? It's me, Sam. Y'know… I've been thinking… Can you even hear me? Are you okay?" He waited a little, then he continued. "Hey, I know things are tough in heaven, but…" Sam opened his eyes. He couldn't take it further. These were the only words he could get to. Never could he tell Cas what he has been thinking.
Shaking off the feeling, Sam made his way back to the bunker as well, as he noticed something odd.
A car. Near the bunker. With no one around. Yeah, that wasn't suspicious at all.
Sam made his way to it, when he remembered something. Something, from when he and Dean had just been children…
"Dean, I don't think this is a good idea…", murmured Sam, as he followed Dean to a car that stood all by its own.
The older brother turned to the younger. "Well, I told you, to stay in. But you wouldn't listen. So let's go check it out."
Sam was nervous. He didn't like it, when Dad got angry. And he got that really often, when Dean had some stupid ideas. "Can't we just go back…?"
Dean let out an annoyed sigh. "If you're scared then go back in!"
"I'm not scared!", Sam disagreed and hurried a little. "I'm just having a bad feeling."
"Nah, you're just scared", answered Dean with a cheeky grin. "Like a little girl."
Sam kept following his brother, now with a pout on his face. "I'm not a girl", he whispered.
He could see his older brother chuckle even though it was pitch black all around them.
After they reached the car, Dean touched the car and his eyes got big and large and they began to glitter. "Look at that baby…"
Sam reached for his brothers t-shirt. "Seriously, Dean… Can't we go back now…?"
Dean tried to shake him off. "Oh, come on, Sammy! It's not like we're doing something evil here."
But it felt wrong and dangerous to Sam. Then suddenly a groan ran through the dark. Both brothers jumped.
"Dean…?", the younger brother asked, but the older was faster. He grabbed Sam's wrist and started running.
Sam snapped out of that flashback. He made his way to the car – it was the exact same one. The young man didn't know well about cars, but he could tell that this was an old Chevrolet.
He was close to touch it, when he felt something odd. He turned around, but there was no one. He was alone.
With fast steps he made his way back to the bunker. Once he was inside, he yelled: "Dean?! Hey, we gotta talk!"
A sigh made its way through the room, as Dean entered it. "What's the matter, little brother?", he asked. "Have you seen a clown?"
"That was never funny", answered Sam, as he rolled his eyes. "Listen, you remember when we were kids? I was eight, you were twelve?"
Dean just kept staring at him. "Yeah, because nothing odd ever happened in our lives. Be a bit more specific, man."
But Sam just took his arm and dragged him out. They made their way to the car, but it was gone already. "But…"
"What's wrong with you?", the older brother asked, while he freed himself from Sam's grip.
But fear began to rage in Sam's body. "Oh, please don't…"
"Sammy?", Dean asked as he noticed his little brother becoming all pale. "You okay?"
Suddenly Sam's legs gave in. Luckily Dean was able to catch him, before he hit the ground. Still, everything went black and Sam noticed how every feeling vanished. The last thing he heard was Dean yelling his name, followed by a creepy groan.