Sam slumped in the back of the Impala. Dean disappeared two months ago. What if dad can't find him? What if I never see Dean again? What if Dean left 'cause he didn't want to be near me anymore? What if Dean hates me!?
Tears welled up in Sam's eyes, but he wouldn't cry. "Winchester's don't cry!" Dad said. He picked up one of Dean's favorite toys; the one Dean gave him for his birthday, wanting to be close to his big brother. The Impala parked in front of a building, and John left the car. Sam perked up leaning out the window, watching the door with hope filled eyes. Waiting for Dean to walk out following their dad out of the farmhouse.
John walked out alone.
Sam slumped down half out the window. He would never see Dean again. Dean was all he had; now he was all alone.
The horn blared, but Sam didn't care. The door opened, but Sam didn't notice. Sam was dead to the world, and only Dean could bring him back. But Dean was gone. Tears started to prickle his eyes, and this time he did cry.
"Sammy?" a familiar voice said. Sam spun around, and buried his face in Dean's chest as his arms tightly wrapped around his brothers neck. He wasn't going to let go, if he did Dean might leave again.
"I'm sorry Dean." He sobbed, "Please don't leave again!" Dean rubbed soothing circles on Sam's back.
"It wasn't your fault Sammy. I could never leave you."
