Maybe he should have left cleaning the Impala for Dean to do when he was feeling more himself, somehow though Sam didn't think it would make a difference. The damage had been done and whether he dealt with it now, or let Dean worry about it later, it wouldn't change the fact that it had happened. Walking away while Dean was chained up in the dungeon was almost as hard as looking at the car and seeing the physical proof that his brother was no longer the man he had been. He took comfort in the fact most of the damage was superficial, what it really needed was a good cleaning.

He threw himself into cleaning the car making sure every beer can and candy wrapper was gone. He debated taking her to a car wash, but choose against leaving Dean alone in the bunker. Instead he washed it the hard way, with a water hose outside.

It was worth it, when Dean saw the car shining in it's normal spot in the garage. He almost look like he was going to cry moving toward it with hesitancy, like he didn't know exactly what to expect. He didn't say thank you, but the relief on his face was obvious. "You missed a spot," he muttered grabbing the rag where it had been left and fixing whatever spot he imagined he saw. Sam shrugged and leaned against one of the columns, watching Dean inspect the car. Sam finally cleared his throat, "would you two like to be alone?"

Dean smiled slightly finally turning to face him, the smile faultered "I didn't mean it you know?"

"Which part?" Sam asked skeptically.

"The part about it just being a car." He looked down, "or that other stuff either."

"I know, I get it, it was the demon talking." He held back, with the faintest hope that maybe Dean was going to actually talk to him this time. The smile came back though, too bright to be geniune, "I'm starving, what do you say we go find some decent food."

Sam threw him the keys walking around to his side of the car. They faced each other over the top of the car. Dean hesitated, then asked, "are we okay?"

It was the opening he wanted, the chance to say all the things and ways they'd gone wrong, instead he said, "we'll get there." They got into the car, for Sam it felt like coming home, but Dean looked half like it might bite him. He turned the key and a smile spread across his lips as the engine roared to life. "It's good to have you back," Sam said unable to stop his own smile from matching his brother's.

Dean cranked the radio up louder and they took off, leaving rubber, and the recent nightmare behind them.