"Let's hit the road", Dean said as Sam followed him to the parking lot. "You're driving". Those were the only words he said since turning his back on Cas.
Sam noticed there was something wrong.
"Well, that's been one hell of a hunt!", he said cheerfully anticipating some reaction. Any.
"Yup," Dean replied with great lack of emotion. He seemed quite calm on the outside… well, at least he was freakin` trying to. He knew, however, that Sam wouldn't be taken in by it. He'll figure it out eventually.
Dean felt vulnerable when he thought pretty much about everything. Because everything, that came to his mind, was just about HIM. And it was unbearable… like balancing on the rope with every thought being just within a hairbreadth of becoming a prayer.
Damnit, Cas… why the holy freakin` hell did you have to stay there, when I just…
"Ok, dude. It's just about time you admit it" Dean heard Sam's voice and opened one eye frowning with annoyance.
"Admit what?" he asked suspiciously.
"You're a mess, Dean", Sam sounded like a twisted shrink from a cheap thriller movie.
"Yeah? And why is that?"
"You sure as hell know why, dude".
He knew it, allright. Cause Cas wasn't riding shotgun right next to him and he was too fucking proud to ask again.