The fire licked upward towards the sky lapping at the air as if desperate for it. The heat from the flames caused sweat to drip off of the lone watcher's brow and travel down his nose. The sweat gave him chills in the cold air but he ignored them. It was nothing compared to the pain he felt throughout his entire body. The pain that came from his heart.
His brother left him to the flames a while ago and even now the flames were dying down. Eventually it would be nothing but ash left for Dean to stand next to and he wondered how long he would have to wait before the pain went away. His father was gone from the world and Dean couldn't help but think he had part to play in his death. Would his father still be here if it wasn't for Dean and his previous predicament? Dean's heart said yes but his mind was telling him not to be a fool. His father was dead because of him and Dean wasn't sure how much his heart could take.
He heard the footsteps from far away and he immediately shielded his face into the mask it always was. Dean remembered his brother breaking down earlier and Dean knew it was because Sam regretted the relationship he had with his father. The young Winchester regretted the fights he caused with their father. Sam came up next to him and stopped to stare at the remaining embers burning in the field. Dean then only realized that the fire was gone and the chill was starting to sink into his bones. Started to freeze him from the inside out.
"Dean?" Sam's voice was slightly above a whisper and Dean could hear the crack that made its way into his question. Sam's emotion ran high and Dean couldn't help but make sure his face was made of stone in order to fight against it. Dean didn't respond to his brother but he continued to stand still watching the last few flames die down from lack of things to burn. Dean only wanted to stand here forever and wait for his father to show up and show him this wasn't reality. Show him that Dean wasn't to blame for his death.
"Dean?" The second time was stronger than the first as Sam seemed to ask his brother for a response. Any response that his brother would give him. Dean turned and looked at his young brother's face seeing that he was on the verge of breaking again. Sam's eyes were big and the moonlight lit them up in the darkness of the night. Dean's emotion threatened to emerge and he knew once it did he would be lost. Dean didn't bother with any response especially since Sam seemed to beg for it. Beg for his brother's support. He couldn't give it to him. Too little too late.
Dean turned and went back away from his brother and started toward the waiting car. Some random car they picked up until they fixed the waiting Impala. The Impala that his father gave him and lay broken in Bobby's scrapyard. Dean knew he would spend time getting it back on its feet and he didn't want to do anything but that. Anything but look again at Sam's guilt stricken face. He opened the door to the car and climbed in to wait. He didn't have to wait long as he saw his brother open the passenger side door a minute later. Sam slide into the passenger seat awkwardly and Dean never felt more out of place. He started the car and continued their trip to Bobby's house. Sam said nothing the entire way there and Dean was thrilled for his brother's silence. Silence was what Dean wanted and he hoped that Sam would realize that. Dean hoped Sam would leave him alone to drown in his grief.