Dean couldn't stand talking to his brother any longer, so he got out of the small motel room, mumbling that he's going to be back soon. He went out, got into the Impala and locked the door. He sighed. Then, he started to drive. He drove fast. Dean just wanted to get away from Sam and everything around him as fast as possible. His hands held the steering wheel in a tight grip, which made his arms look even more muscular. His eyes were fixed on the street. Getting away was all Dean could think of.
When he had found a quiet place he parked the Impala and got out of it. Around him were a lot of mountains, the sky above was light grey. Dean started walking. His feet led him to a lake with a waterfall. He sat down at the shore, looked at the water and took a deep breath. Dean was relaxed for not more than a second, when the memories and thoughts from the last weeks hit him.
Sam had changed so much in those weeks. The way he talks, acts and thinks about the world. Everything was different. He obviously wasn't Dean's little brother anymore. Dean wasn't even sure if you could still consider him to be human. Soulless. That's what he was.
Dean remembered the pain he felt when Castiel told him that Sammys soul is missing. Cas. Dean wished he would be there. He felt like Cas was the only one who could help in that situation. And besides that, he needed someone to be there for him now. There where tears in his hazel-green eyes and he bit his lower lip, trying not to cry.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.