Dean was worried about Sam, since the death of their father a few months ago he felt somewhat estranged to his brother. They both had separated emotionally from each other due to their grief, and although Dean attempted constantly to connect with his brother; Sam continued to stay distant and serious.
It didn't help that Dean was cracking jokes left and right in order to get some reaction out of his brother, mainly his poor attempt to direct away his fear and sadness when he thought too hard about his father.
He was hoping that this case would help them connect again, even though he's been hoping for that on the numerous cases that they had already done since their fathers' death. They still had not found the demon that killed their mother and probably their father as well. "Ah yes I love this song!" Dean spoke up through the dark reaching over to turn the volume up. They were driving to a new and unknown place, a familiar routine for them.
Neil Diamond's song "America" blared throughout the car and Dean cocked a grin at his brother. He began to sing along and make wild gestures along with the song. Sam just looked at him and nodded through lidded eyes. Dean inwardly sighed and drew his eyes away from the sight of his brother and back to the road. He saw something flicker in the road ahead of him, sure that his eyes were playing tricks with him…he squinted in order to see the image in front of him…slowing down slightly and finally noticing it was a girl running towards their car.
Her face was obscured by an odd white veil and had her arms outstretched towards them. He slammed hard on the brakes and heard his brother curse next to him. "What the hell did you do that for?" Sam barked at him not noticing Dean still staring forward into the night. "I-I thought I saw someone…something." Muttered Dean his eyes open wide and mouth slack jawed. Sam automatically sat up straight and stared forward as well. "What was it? A ghost? Reaper? demon?" Sam asked quietly and desperately…already beginning to move to open the car door.
"No!" shouted Dean at Sam. Sam stopped and stared blankly at Dean "What? We're just supposed to ignore something like that and keep moving?" snarled Sam. Dean stared at his brother and replied "Yes, we're supposed to be helping a living innocent person right now. If we fart around here looking for something I don't even know I really saw, this person could be put into graver danger. My eyes are just tired; I doubt I really saw anything." Sam looked at his brother quickly and sat back into the car seat. "You're right. Keep going."
Dean continued to drive for a minute and then noticed that they had actually arrived at their destination; the mailbox matching the number of the paper Sam was holding. He pulled into the driveway and stared openly at the house. "I guess we might tackle both of these problems at once." Sam stated still staring at the house along with Dean. It wasn't an odd house, just old and weary looking in the night. The house was large, it had the look of neglect, the color of the house was an indefinite shade of brown and the lawn was bare. The windows were sagging and dirty, and they shook slightly in the wind.
The Winchester brothers were staring at the house with longing, because they knew they had no house of their own, no place to return to after they've avenged their parents. No one waiting for them when they returned...all they had were each other. Both Sam and Dean turned away from the house and stared at each other. They shared an understanding moment between one another; each too pained to express it outright. Sam sighs between his lips and watches Dean shrug his shoulders, brushing off all emotions and fears. They were here to do their jobs; they were here to help someone.