'Just keep looking at me. See I'm here. I'm not going to leave you.', Dean explained, opening the passenger door and lifting Sam up. Sam's eyes stayed focused on Dean as he sat him down and lifted his legs into the car.
'I'm just going to get in the other side, alright?', Dean continued. Sam nodded but didn't let go of Dean's hand.
'You can see me through the glass, alright? Just concentrate on me. I won't go out of view. I promise. Your safe.', Dean said, removing Sam's hand. As he went round the front of the car, he felt Sam's eyes follow him.
'I'm right here, see?', Dean said, sliding into his seat. Sam nodded, placing his head back in his hands.
'Tablets?', Sam whispered. Dean reached into the glove compartment and popped two pills out of a silvery packet before reaching behind his seat and grabbing a bottle of water.
'Here you go.', Dean said, forcing the water and tablets into his hands. Sam swallowed them quickly before leaning back and staring out the window. They travelled in silence, they always travelled in silence. Sam wasn't up for talking and Dean never wanted to say anything that might cause an attack.
'DEAN!', Sam screamed. Dean almost lost control of the car.
'It's okay, Sammy, it's not real. Hang on and I'll pull over.', Dean said, trying to remain calm.
'No! Follow that car!', Sam shouted, pointing at a Black SUV.
'Erm, why?', Dean asked, changing lanes to keep up with the mysterious car.
'I don't know just do it.', Sam ordered. Dean kept glancing at his brother, worrying that his brother had finally lost it completely.
'Fine.', Dean whispered, a little harsher than intended. Sam had sat up in his seat, as if the car would go faster if he leant forward.
'I don't get it.', Sam muttered.
'Don't get what, Sammy?', Dean said.
'Why your still here. Why your still here, with me.', Sam whispered.
'Your my brother, no matter what happens, I'll stay with you, I'll protect you and keep you safe.', Dean replied, trying to make sure his brother wouldn't become depressed.
'I'm not sure I could handle it.', Sam said. Dean was pleased, not because his brother was upset but because this was longest two-way conversation they'd had in months.
'That's why I'm the big brother.', Dean smiled, turning the car down a side road after the black car.
'I mean it Dean.', Sam said, firmly.
'I know. You'd manage if the situations were reversed. We're Winchesters. We always cope.', Dean answered, pulling down a windy road that appeared to lead to a beach. Sam went quite again and Dean decided to just leave him. The black SUV stopped in a car park surrounded by sandy dunes.
'Ok, Sammy what now?', Dean asked, turning the Impala off and pulling the key out of the ignition.
'We talk to him.', Sam said. The door to the SUV opened and the sight that caught Dean's eyes made him gasp. He slammed open the door to the Impala and ran to the man who had stumbled out of the car. Dean threw the person against the car and held him in place with his arm.