A/N; Just a little drabble that wouldn't leave me alone. I'll probably write a few of these since that's what my muse seems to want me to write and as we know you never argue with your muse. They'll just give you writer's block! Hope you enjoy and please review.
Disclaimer; I don't own Sam, Dean or any of the other character's or the storyline's of Supernatural, I just like to play in Eric Kripke's Sandbox.
He was driving as fast as he could, not really knowing why. He had left it four years, what was another couple of hours. He thought back. Back to that last day, even now he couldn't really explain to himself why he hadn't walked out that door after his brother. He told himself later that it was because his brother had hurt him too, not just their father. He had left Dean. But he knew that if he didn't believe that story himself he couldn't expect Sam to. He should have forgiven him, after all what were big brothers for?