Scarecrow
1x11
"That's what I want you to do." said Sam, his face lit up by the moonlight. Dean watched his brother shoulder his bag, and jut his jaw out. Sometimes Sam was just too stubborn for his own good. Dan shook his head in disbelief. Every fiber of his being told him not to leave Sam on this lonely road, to force him to get back into the car, but Sam was just not having any of it.
Fine.
Fine then. Stand out here in the dark, you idiot. Walk for miles to get to the highway, or a road that sees more traffic. I don't care.
Dean slammed the trunk closed. "Goodbye, Sam." He moved quickly to the driver's side and dropped into the seat. He tried not to look into the rearview mirror as he shifted the car into gear and slowly drove away. He rounded a corner and Sam disappeared from view.
The sting in the tale of it was that Dean could understand why Sam was angry, why Sam felt so hurt. Dean hadn't meant to push as far as he had in their argument. He supposed the line about being a good son was the one that finally broke Sam.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Dean drove for another 10 minutes before stopping. He shouldn't have left Sam on his own. Even if his brother was insanely pissed at him, and he was, no doubt about that, he shouldn't have left him in the dark. Dean knew better than anyone what could be lurking in those woods. He tried not to imagine Sam being hurt, being taken, eaten, killed.
Dean swallowed, hard. He sat in silence for a moment, debating whether or not to turn around. To go back and force Sam to come with him. But Sam wasn't a child anymore. Dean couldn't just pick him up and make him stay, as much as he might want him to. Sam wasn't completely defenceless anyway. Dean had seen him pack a weapon. That soothed Dean's nerves somewhat.
Maybe the best thing to do would be leave Sam stew for a couple of days. It wouldn't be the first time Sam ran off. Dean just hoped that he would come back. Eventually.
Dean sighed, and started the car again. Indiana was a long way away.