Jess is dead.
No more college.
No more being normal.
All he had now was his brother.
And that old piece of shit car he loved so much. The one where they spent most of his childhood in. driving around with his father and honorable brother. Saving people, hunting things. Always searching for something worth keeping but never finding anything worth holding onto.
Until Jess.
The Impala squeaked slightly when the breaks were pressed. It was like one big rush of childhood memories swimming in. The car had it's usual smell of old leather and fast good, like when he was a kid.
A tight smile fit onto Dean's face when he saw Sam was looking over at him. He quickly looked away.
Dean was trying so hard.
He was absent mindingly humming to an AC/DC song and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Every so often he would try to start up a conversation with Sam or say a quirky comment. He always thought his jokes cheered Sammy up. But every attempt was quickly knocked down.
Sam didn't want be here. With a brother who did everything their father commanded. And looking for that very man who made him into a freak. All he could think about was Jess.
But she was dead.
They stopped at over 50 motels. and Drove over 10,000 miles. But occasionally they couldn't find a motel or they were too tired to drive, so they slept in the impala. And Sam swore, it was the best nights of sleep he has ever gotten. But he would never admit that to Dean.
Dean was always there to get Sammy's back. He kept telling him to 'hold on' and to 'forget about the Demons that fill you with fear'. Even though Dean and Sam had been separated for so long. They knew each other so well. Fear of Mom, Fear of Jess. For hunting wasn't what scared them. It was the thought of losing someone.
They keeped going down familiar roads. But nothing stayed the same. Except Dean and the car.
One night. A very bad night. After a long hard hunt. Sam broke down in the impala. Hands on his eyes, covering the tears which threatened to break out. He couldn't help himself. He had lost track day. Jess' birthday. He would have do anything to be with her at that moment. trade his soul, be killed by a Djin, even sell his own brother. He didn't care anymore. All he knew was he had lost everything.
'Sammy" Dean whispered at the sight of his brother. curled up on the passenger seat , vulnerable, like a child. he didn't touch him. He just sat next to Sam's trembling body. 'I'm so sorry Sam,' he paused. 'Just know your not alone, Im going to make this place your home.'
But it was already to late. And he already did.