Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. They were created by someone who works for the CW an if I did own them, the show wouldn't be half as good.
A/N: This is the first fanfiction I have ever written. I hope to make my writing better so any critism would be highly appreciated.
Sam looked at Dean out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't said a word since they had left the asylum. Sam kept going through what happened in his mind. He could never think of hurting Dean. Dean was the only thing that made growing up bearable. Dad would never just say good job. Their dad would always criticize, but Dean would always tell him good job after their dad had left.
'If the pistol had been loaded Dean would be dead'
Sam shivered at the thought. Finally he couldn't take the silence. He needed to talk about what happened.
"Dean?"
Dean's eyes never left the road, but he answered, "What?"
"I want to talk about what happened at the asylum."
Dean didn't answer. He just kept looking at the road.
"Dean I…"
"No"
Sam blinked surprised at Dean's answer, "What?"
"No. You said you wanted to talk. I said no. There's nothing to talk about"
"But Dean I…"
"Sam, right now I am not in the mood to talk, so just let me fucking drive before I crash into something on the side of the road."
Dean's words silenced Sam midsentence. He turned his head to the side of the road. The urge to apologize was eating him up inside. He just had to talk to him, but he knew he wouldn't get anywhere now.
'I'll just wait until we get to the motel. Then we'll talk'
After 15 minutes of more silent driving, Sam felt the car slow down as Dean entered the motels parking lot. Both got out of the car in silence. They entered the motel. It was no different than any of the other motels they had entered. Dark, as if trying to hide something like rats or a bug problem. Sam watched as Dean chatted up the clerk. She was young and was quite sexy. Only about 19 or 20 she was dressed in a mini skirt and a spaghetti strap shirt with some impressive cleavage. He felt a twinge of something he couldn't recognize. He always felt odd when Dean hit on women in bars and taverns. However he pushed it aside to listen to the conversation. He was eager to talk to Dean and apologize.
"So, are you sure you don't have any room's with separate beds. I really want to get a good night's sleep."
The girl pretended to think for a moment. "Sorry, sugar, we only got rooms with single beds left."
"Well, if I have no choice, I'll take it."
"Sugar, would you like to spend the night in my room? I'm sure your brother would be fine in his own room."
Dean looked at Sam, "No, I better keep an eye on him. I promised our dad I would. Maybe some other time"
The girl pouted, "Well, what can you do? Here, let me take you to your rooms."
Dean and Sam followed her to a room in the back.
"You boys get settled. And Dean, if you need anything, my room's across the hall. Have a good night."
Dean laughed, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind"
The girl gave Dean the once over before leaving the room. Dean kept the smile on until she left. As soon as she left Sam felt the energy drain from Dean as he slumped onto the bed. Sam turned to Dean, but before he could say anything Dean beat him to it.
"I'll take the first shower. I'll make sure to leave some hot water."
"Dean I…"
"Check out the web for anything."
Sam frowned. He had forgotten how Dean's habit of talking as if he hadn't heard Sam got under his skin. He stared at the door long after Dean had entered. Sam then shook his head and began to think.
'What am I going to say? I have to apologize, but how? I have to talk to him no matter what. He's going to pretend like nothing's happened. Even if he pisses me off I'll talk to him.'
With that idea firmly on his mind, Sam sat on the bed and grabbed his computer. He sat down on his bed and began to look on the internet for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. He had just started looking when Dean came out. Sam looked at Dean as he walked out. He wore a towel which hung low on his waist. Sam turned to his computer and kept looking. He decided to let Dean get dressed before talking to him. Sam waited until Dean had put on a t-shirt and jeans before opening his mouth.
"Dean I want to…"
"Did you find anything on the internet?"
"What? Oh, um no but…"
"Well keep searching. Something's bound to come up."
Sam gritted his teeth to bite back his annoyance and tried again
"Listen Dean I…"
"I'm gonna go to the bar we passed on the way. I'm sure I can pool hustle for some money. Otherwise we won't eat tomorrow."
That statement was what broke Sam. He just couldn't take it anymore. How could Dean act as if nothing had happened?
"Damn it Dean would you just listen!! Jesus Christ."
Dean's face changed from a happy appearance to a more clouded neutral appearance.
"I already told you. There's nothing to talk about."
"What do you mean there's nothing to talk about!? What about the asylum?"
"Sam, I'm warning you, just drop it. Let it go."
Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Why don't you want to talk? Damn it Dean, we can't just leave it like this."
"Sam! God Damn it! Why can't you just fucking leave it alone?! I already told you I don't want to talk about it. Why can't you just fucking drop it?!"
"Because we need to talk about these things. Why won't y talk about it?"
"Forget this shit. I'll be back. I'm going to the bar, or do you want to talk about that too?"
Before Sam could respond Dean had grabbed his jacket and left.
'Damn it', thought Sam, 'Why couldn't I just control myself? I just had to stay calm and I blew that. If he thinks this is over, he's sorely mistaken. I can wait all night if I have to.'
Having made up his mind, Sam got on his computer and surfed the web for stories while he waited for Dean.