. I'm Sorry
The door opened into the shabby motel room and in stormed Dean Winchester followed by his little brother Sam.
"C'mon Dean! I said I was sorry!" cried Sam. "It's not like I did it on purpose!"
"You know Sam, all I asked was for a few minutes of shut eye, and what do you do!? You wreck my baby!" shouted Dean.
"Dean, I can't help it if a deer jumps into the road right in front of me!"
"You could, let's see, try to avoid hitting it!"
"Dean, it was either the deer or the trees! Which would you prefer?"
"I would have preferred neither!"
"Look, I said I was sorry! What else do you want from me?"
" I want for you to get out of my sight before I make your face look like my baby!" Dean retorted.
A look of shock and sadness crossed Sam's face and Dean almost regretted what he had said. Almost.
"You know Dean, it seems as though sometimes you care more about the Impala than you do about me!" Sam said sadly.
"Yeah, well at least she doesn't talk back to me! And she sure as hell doesn't get me into all the trouble you seem to find so effortlessly!" Dean replied.
Sam had no reply for this. It wasn't like he had any control over the evil son's of bitches that were forever drawn to him. He didn't really think that Dean cared more for the Impala before, but now he wasn't so sure. The look in Dean's eyes made him back away slightly.
"You know, maybe I will get out of your sight for awhile Dean! Maybe then you'll cool off a little and we can talk about this like adults." Sam said quietly.
"Yeah? Well don't hold your breath. And make it long while will ya!" Dean snapped.
With that, Sam turned and walked out of the room into the early morning sun.
If Dean had known what was lurking out there, watching and waiting, he would never have let Sam out of his sight. But, of course he didn't know so he went about his business of being pissed. And tired. God, he was tired.
He and Sam had been on the hunt for a phantom cat that had been wreaking havoc on the locals. At first it was chickens and other small farm animals that had turned up dead, their small bodies torn apart. Then it had escalated to family pets. Finally, a small child had been found, and the local police were at a loss as to what was happening. There were no footprints of any kind. It was obvious that some animal was to blame, but where were the damned footprints? Sam and Dean had shown up and found the location where the child had been found. The EMF had gone off the chart so they knew it was their kind of gig. All of the events had happened around the same area so they set about staking out the area in hopes of sending whatever back to where it had come. Sam hadn't been getting much sleep as per usual so Dean had taken the first watch. About 2 hours in the EMF had started going off so Dean woke Sam up. It didn't take long for the spirit to show itself. Once it did it became apparent that they were dealing with something that could be destroyed with consecrated rounds. With Dean as the bait, they were able to trap the huge catlike thing and Sam sent it back to hell, or wherever, with a perfect shot to the heart.
By the time they were ready to head back to town, Dean was dog tired, so he reluctantly agreed to let Sam drive. The plan was to get a little sleep before the big sleep to come at the motel. And for Sam to not fall asleep and drive off the road. About 20 minutes after falling asleep, Dean was awakened by screeching tires and a loud thud. When his eyes finally focused he could see the dead deer lying in the middle of the narrow road. He had jumped out of the car to find the passenger side bumper smashed and the headlight broken and dangling from the socket. The argument that followed was one you would expect and had ended with the slam of the motel door.
Once Dean thought about it, the damage really wasn't that bad and could easily be fixed with a trip to the junkyard and parts supply store. Now the guilt was starting the creep in and all he could picture was the hurt look in his baby brother's eyes. Of course, he didn't care more about the Impala than he did about Sam. He didn't care about anything more than he did about Sam. He'd set things right once Sam returned. Sam would forgive him, again, they would fix the car and get the hell out of dodge. But, for right now, Dean was tired. He could barely thing straight, so he collapsed on his bed. He figured Sam would return soon and fall into his own bed and when they both woke up, he would apologize and everything would be back to normal. So he shut his eyes and was asleep instantly. What Dean didn't realize was it would be a lot longer than he thought before he would be able to apologize. If he ever saw Sam again that is.