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Dean's distress flared to a new level when he saw that wherever Sam had stormed off to, he had taken Dean's beloved Impala. "Damn it Sam. If you damage my baby at all your ass is grass when you get back!"
It felt to Dean as if by that one action, Sam had signalled clearly how little he cared about Dean's wishes and just how much lack of respect he had for his older brother. Dean kicked at the tyre of one of Bobby's junk cars angrily. He pulled his cell phone out of his jeans pocket and tapped Sam's name up on speed dial. His thumb hovered over the button,
"Shit!"
Dean switched his phone off and jammed it back in his pocket. He wrenched open the door of the junker and sat himself down in the driver's seat. He adjusted the back of the seat until he was laid back at a 45 degree angle before placing his head against the headrest and closing his eyes.
His mind drifted back to the words Sam had slung at him that morning, "Y'know what? You're pathetic." "I never realised you were such a quitter Dean." "You just can't handle the fact that I'm stronger and better than you." "You should be thanking me for rescuing your ass yet again." "Go on…..walk away. I doubt anyone will notice Dean." "Look at you….you're weak." "At least I can rely on Ruby." "You make me sick Dean." "Only one of us has what it takes Dean, and it sure as hell isn't you!"
Dean rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands in irritation as tears threatened to form,
"Cas….Why? Why do you all keep doing this to me?"
Despite Dean's plea, there was no soft sound of feathered wings and there was no answer given.
Dean placed both hands on the steering wheel, then leaning forward, he lay his forehead against the back of his hands. Desolate, feeling completely alone, Dean allowed his tears to fall.
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Bobby stood, both hands grasping the edge of the kitchen sink as he stared out of the window without really focusing on anything. He was used to the brothers arguing, sometimes even falling out and not speaking to each other for a while. But he struggled to recall ever being witness to a disagreement leaving Dean looking as broken, or of hearing such a tone of loneliness and surrender in Dean's voice.
Bobby was seriously worried. He had no idea where Sam had gone but he figured nothing was likely to get sorted unless these two knuckleheads were together in the same place. Turning away from the window he dialled Sam's number on his cell. After two rings it switched into voicemail.
"Sam, it's Bobby. I know you boys have had a fallout. I'm just checking you're ok. Call me, asap."
Bobby sighed and turned to look out of the kitchen window again. He was pretty sure Dean was still somewhere in the salvage yard but Bobby knew that actually finding him could still be a pain in the ass. He decided to leave well alone until he had the chance to talk to Sam and try to persuade him to come home.
Throwing the untouched breakfasts into the trash, he wandered out to the workshop to find something to keep himself occupied whilst he waited for Sam to ring back.
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