It was all a blur. Dean sat as nurses and doctors alike ran past him, patients following, and families crying both of relief and loss. He stared up at the pretty brunette who had been nursing his father ever since his accident. Her lips were moving but all Dean could hear was the muffled sound of the hospital and a terrible ringing. Her eyes looked sorry, her lips were straight and serious unlike the bubbly attitude she had been showing before.

"Dean? Dean are you okay? Hey Dean speak to me!" Sam was desperately shaking his older brother to try and snap him out of whatever kind of trance he was in. And just like that, time sped up, the volume of the hospital rose, and the ringing stopped.

"Hmm? Yeah what is it Sammy?" Dean whispered. He knew what it was. His Dad didn't make it. They told him the first night that chances of survival were pretty slim, and yet he still kind of hoped it would all be okay. He looked at the nurse who had a pitiful frown on her face and then to his shaggy haired brother who had tears streaming down his face. It wasn't until he saw Sam crying that he realized he too had tears running down his face. Dean wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and stood up a little straighter and then looked over to his brother one last time before taking a deep breath and preparing for the news.

"Dean. He's gone." That's all Sam had to say before Dean snapped. He stood up, grabbed his coat and marched out the door, Sam running after him. "Dean! Dean wait up! Stop!"

Dean ignored his brother and walked straight to who knows where. He passed an ambulance pulling yet another unlucky bastard out on a cot and then suddenly just stopped. He stood there, in the middle of the parking lot, and fell to his knees. A car honked, Dean threw the finger, and Sam pulled him to the car. Dean couldn't remember anything past that.

Trees and cars blurred by as Dean drove down the highway, his fingers were tapping to the beat of Zeppelin on his steering wheel, and a spring breeze was flowing through Sam's and his windows. Sam was busying himself with one of his books and Dean was trying to think of anything except his dad. He looked at his watch and noticed it was 12:45, Sam was probably hungry.

"Where do you want to eat?" He looked over to his little brother and waited for him to finish his page before placing a bookmark and closing the book.

"What's close?" The brunette responded after a minute.

"Well I think I saw a sign back there advertising a McDonald's and an Arby's."

"Lets go to McDonald's"

"Okay." Dean turned to face the road and Sam opened his book, once again letting silence engulf the car.

It was about ten minutes before Dean found the exit that led to the closest McDonalds. He pulled his baby into a parking spot and turned off the ignition, once again waiting for Sam to close his book. Dean looked at the cover, Stardust by Neil Gaiman, and then opened his car door, Sam following suit. They walked across the parking lot and entered the restaurant, getting in line behind a few men with grey beards and bandannas around their heads. In front of them was a middle-aged woman with an infant in her arms and a little boy peeking his head over the counter. The teen behind the counter was handing over their food with a miserable expression on his face and waited for the next order.

Sam and Dean waited quietly and patiently for their turn until it was time to order their meals. Dean grabbed the bag containing Sam's salad and his cheeseburger and sat down at the nearest booth, Sam sliding in on the other end.

"So what's you're book about? Stardust doesn't seem like the title of a book a boy you're age would be reading." Dean took a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his coke waiting for Sam to answer.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Sam flipped the hair out of his eyes and took a sip of his soda before continuing. "It's about this boy, named Tristran. He runs off after this fallen star that a girl in the village asks him to retrieve in order to prove his love for her…"

"Sound's like a needy bitch." Dean muttered behind a mouthful of burger.

"Yeah, sure. Anyway," Sam glared at his brother and began to finish his explanation, "he runs after this star in this forbidden forest of sorts, and goes through this crazy adventure until he finds it. Turns out the star is a girl though. And that's about where I am right now."

"Hmm, interesting."

"So speaking of adventures," Sam almost whispered while playing with his bowl of salad, "how do we know this uncle Bobby again? And how much longer is it until we reach New Mexico?"

"Well, we've been on the road for what, 6 hours now? So I'd say about 6 or 7 more. And Bobby gave me a call as soon as he heard news of… ya know." Dean paused for a moment, kicking his feet and looking down at the tabletop "Anyway, as you know, I'm only 17, so I can't adopt you, and I don't really want us to go off to some boy's home. Bobby asked if we wanted him to take custody and I said sure. He said he came over one Christmas when mom was still alive."

"Okay."

"Yeah. He's got a daughter named Jo, I think." Dean saw that Sam seemed a little upset about the move so he quickly added, "When I told him you loved to read he got real excited. He said he has rooms stockpiled with books and they haven't been touched in years. He can't wait for you to see them."

"That sounds cool." Sam offered a little smile, but it seemed forced.

"He also said that his house has an amazing view. He lives on a mountain, something about him hating neighbors or something, and he said his wife, Ellen, is the best cook around." Dean reached over the table and put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "I think this will be good for us Sammy."

The rest of the drive to Bobby's house was filled with a little more conversation and liveliness. Sam put down his book for a few hours and played "I spy" with Dean and talked about what their new life in New Mexico had in store for them. Maybe the move wouldn't be as bad as Sam originally thought.