After a couple of hours the anger fizzled out of Sam, leaving only hurt and resignation.

He couldn't blame Dean for forgetting to come home last night. He was twenty years old. He should be out having fun, not stuck at home hanging out with a kid brother.

The thing was, Sam didn't have anything else - anyone else. They never stayed anywhere long enough for him to make friends. All he had was Dean.

All he'd had was Dean.

Sam stared morosely at the road ahead.

It was time to grow up. It was time to let Dean go.