"Stop the car or I will."
Sam looked away from Dean, tears slowly filing his eyes.
His request was abrupt, but necessary, the pain consuming him like fuel to fire.
In all his years of heartache and pain, nothing had cut so deep, hurt so badly as those few words from Dean's mouth.
" Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate."
Everything he had known, felt, even admired in his brother for the last 24 years, was stripped away.
Just like that.
Sam had never felt like such an outsider.
Felt so alone.
Now the real war was starting…