Dean looked up at Sam from the magazine he was reading and scowled. Sam looked up almost as if he had sensed his older brother's bad mood.
"So what's the matter Dean?"
The scowl vanished from his face as he snapped back into reality.
"Nothing's wrong Sammy." He said calmly.
"Dean, we're stuck in the middle of the apocalypse. There's always something wrong." Sam stated.
Dean sighed and rolled over so he could stare at the ceiling.
"Dean..." Sam called over to his brother.
Dean turned his head back towards Sam.
"I'm just tired of being Micheal's fucking vessel. The angels just keep popping up everywhere and it pisses me off. Sorry for staring off into space so often." Dean said.
Sam smiled slightly and said "Yah, I know how you feel."
Dean sighed and said "I'm going to sleep, Night Sammy." before he settled down and fell straight to sleep.
"Night." Sam said even though he knew Dean wouldn't hear him.
Sam laid down and tried to fall asleep but his raging mind wouldn't let him.
Sam got up and pulled his laptop into his lap. There was no way he was going to get any sleep until he solved this problem.
A couple hours later he shut his computer. He dressed and packed his stuff.
Sam walked over to Dean and he ghosted his fingers over Dean's cheek.
"If one of us isn't human, the entire picture that is the apocalypse changes because we wouldn't be able to be vessels. I'll see you soon, Dean." Sam whispered so as not to wake Dean.
Then Sam walked out the door and drove the Impala towards what he hoped would be a better future.