Sam had been quiet all day, lying on the motel bed
watching TV and sleeping on and off.
He hadn't lifted a finger to help Dean research..
When Dean had gone out for food, Sam hadn't answered when Dean asked what he wanted.
Dean swore that he was faking sleep.
But the thing was, he didn't really know how to read Sam anymore.
Not since…
He had always read Sam right.
So how had it gone so wrong?
He had to fix it.
He entered the motel room and shook Sam's leg.
"C'mon princess, we're goin' on a road trip."