Dean was hiding something.
Sam didn't know what it was. But he knew damned well it was connected with him losing time. And with Dean treating him like a damned invalid.
His brother was afraid. Sam had seen it in his face the night they'd hunted the psycho chef.
What are you?
He looked across the room to where Dean was brooding over a possible case.
Damn it, something was wrong! And whatever it was, it was eating his brother alive.
Sam hesitated, then blew out a shaky breath.
This had to stop. He couldn't live like this anymore.
"Dean?"
