Part II
"Ok, here's a case", Sam said as he finally was done checking all the news sides.
Dean looked up. "Yeah?" he sounded way too eager and he finished polishing his gun with way too much enthusiasm. Sam knew that his rips still hurt and he was still favoring his left hand.
"Four people died. One was stomped to death by a horse, three died of a viscous dog attack." Dean frowned. "How's that our kind of thing?" Sam tipped on his laptop.
"According to the news all of these deaths happened at night, the person was always alone and traveling, it's in the middle of a swampy field and on top of that it's a crossroad."
"That's totally worth a trip."
Dean was already gathering the few things that were scattered all over the motel room. Sam sighed.
He really missed the bunker.
It had already started to feel like home there and Dean had seemed happier. He even had cooked for Sam. But since Cas was gone they had one hunt after another and Sam didn't dare to mention the bunker.
He had seen the chair that stood in Dean's room and he wasn't stupid. He knew that it was there for Cas. And now the angel was gone and Dean chased around the whole country killing things. He didn't want to face a home without Cas there.
And Sam understood that.
When Dean had trickster-died he didn't rest either. He totally lost it. The second time Dean died, fist time he really died, it was somehow easier after some time because he had Ruby. And when Dean and Cas had vanished? He supposed that they were together, wherever that was, so it couldn't be all that bad. And it seemed indeed like purgatory hadn't been that bad for Dean like hell had been. Probably because of Cas.
So, yeah, Sam had expected his brother to lose it after Cas' death but it had gone on too long.
It was nearly half a year now and Dean was still a reckless and constantly drunk as on the first day. Sam hoped that after this case they maybe could drop by the bunker.
"You coming or what?" Dean's head peeked into the room and Sam noticed that everything was packed and the Impala was already purring.
"Shouldn't we tell Arathiel or something?", he asked as he got up.
Dean's face got hard. "Just get your stupid laptop and then let's hit the road."
When Sam finally slipped in his seat Dean was tapping impatiently at the wheel.
"I would appreciate it if you hurried a bit more. People could be dying."
'Or you could be alone long enough to actually start dealing with your feelings' Sam thought but he didn't say anything.
