Dean flipped his cell phone shut and took a deep breath, swearing to himself when his chest suddenly tightened. He let out a groan as he turned towards the Impala and rested his arms on the lid of the trunk, hunching over to place his head on his hands as he tried catch his breath. The air was damp and cool, the water beading as it hit the car's glossy black finish. For a moment, all he could hear was the rain hitting the metal; but the rain and the thunder of the approaching storm did little to drown out his sadistic memories.
"Dean, you alright?" Sam called out from the back seat through the open window.
"I'm fine." Dean replied, looking over for only a moment as he pushed off from the Impala's trunk. "Close the window, you'll get the leather seat wet." He continued as he made his way to the driver's door and pulled it open, sliding in behind the wheel.
"Did you get a hold of Bobby?" Sam asked, putting a hand to his throbbing head as he lay down across the back seat.
Dean adjusted the rear view mirror to get a clear view of the other man behind him; making sure Sam wasn't giving in to what was most likely a concussion. "Yeah, he should be here within the next hour or so." He replied, brushing the rain from his wet hair. "Hey, how's your head?"
"Nothing a few pain killers won't fix." Sam replied, squinting as the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car echoed in his head. Lightning streaked across the sky and he watched in the reflection of the mirror as his older brother's eyes closed, a faint groan escaping as he put a hand up to his chest. "How are you doing?" He asked quietly.
There was a moment of silence and the thunder that followed made the Impala shake slightly. "I'll be fine, I'm not the one with the concussion." Dean replied, slipping the key back into the ignition.
"Not what I'm talking about..." Sam answered.
"Then you're going to have to give me a bigger hint..." Dean replied, catching his brother's eyes.
"I've known you my whole life, I know when something's wrong." Sam started, pausing as his older brother straightened out in the driver's seat. "Is it the things you did when you were in..."
"I don't want to talk about it Sam." Dean cut in, putting an end to the question before his brother could finish asking it. "I just don't want to talk about it right now..."
Lightning lit up the sky once again and Sam couldn't help but brace himself for the clattering thunder that was sure to follow. "Well when you wanna talk about it... I'm here."
"I know that." Dean curtly replied, catching his brother's eyes in the rearview mirror for only a moment before the temporary light faded. "But I don't want to talk about it right night."
The rain pounding against the car was the only sound that filled it as Sam drifted in and out of sleep and Dean drifted in and out of his past. The more he thought about it, the more he hated of himself. Nearly an hour had passed by the time a set of headlights lit up the road ahead of them; pulling Dean out of his cynical state of mind. "Finally..." He muttered to himself, watching as Bobby's car came into view through the wall of heavy rain. When he heard his brother stir, he turned slightly in his seat to check on him. Sam lay curled up across the back with one arm under his head and the other by his side. Dean couldn't help but smile; as a kid, Sam had spent a lot of time asleep in that back seat. The Impala was the closest thing to a home both of them would ever know. Sam let out a groan as he put a hand to his chest and rolled over to his side. "You good?" Dean asked, watching as the other man slowly sat up and stretched out his long legs.
"Yeah, I'm alright... what time is it?"
Dean barely glanced at his watch, he had done enough of that in the last hour. "Just before one..." He replied, watching as the old car drove by them, making a U-turn on the road behind them. "Bobby just pulled up. You stay here, there's no use in us both getting soaked." He said with authority as he stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him.
Sam watched as his older brother closed his leather coat against the rain and headed over to meet Bobby. There was something unsettling about his brother's mannerisms.
"You lay some rubber on the road or what kid?" Bobby shouted as he flipped his hood on. "There's skid marks all over the road back there..." He continued, pointing at the darkness
behind his car.
Dean shrugged. "Yeah I guess I did, but it's not what I had in mind." He replied casually as he followed Bobby around to the back of his car. He watched as the other man popped the trunk and reached out as he was handed the spare tire. "Thanks for coming out to meet us..." He said before rolling the tire over to the Impala.
"Well, what other choice did I have?" Bobby asked as he followed with the jack and tire iron. He pulled a flashlight from his pocket and flicked it on as he handed Dean the tool. "Beats doing the job alone..." He continued, watching as Dean broke the lug nuts loose and then slid the jack under the front of the frame. After only a few cranks, he noticed that the younger man was already short of breath. "You take up smoking or what?" He asked.
Dean looked up but all he could see was the rain coming down in the flashlight's beam. "No... Why?"
"Cause you're panting like you've..."
"I'm fine Bobby." Dean was quick to reply as he went back to jacking up the front end of his car. In no time, the spare tire was on and the Impala was back on her four wheels. "Can you do me another favor?" He started, grabbing the jack and heading over to Bobby's car. "Pick up some aspirin for Sammy will ya?"
"Sure, I'll meet you boys back at the motel, alright?" Bobby replied, watching as Dean carefully made his way back to the Impala.
"Thanks Bobby." He called out as he slid in behind the wheel, ignoring the sound of his leather seat as his wet leather jacket clung onto whatever it could. He turned the key in the ignition and watched as Bobby pulled back onto the road and passed them.
"Is he meeting us at the motel?" Sam asked from the back as Dean pulled onto the road and followed the tail lights of Bobby's car ahead.
"Yeah, but he's going to go pick up a few things before meeting us there." Dean replied. "I call the shower first..."