"Ah you too man." Dean grinned, completely misinterpreting Sam's words.

"No, Dean. I am your actual brother. Mary: she's my mother. And your dad, well, he's my dad too."

Dean's expression froze in shock.

"I'm sorry… I don't—so… we're… we're like blood related?"

"Yes, and I'm only sorry that I was the one who had to tell you."

"B-but… How could I not know…? How could I not remember…? H-how could you not tell me, mom?" Dean said peering round to his mother, who stood, arms loosely crossed, behind him.

"Honey, I only did what—"

"Save it Mary. He doesn't want to listen to your excuses." Sam interjected spitefully, meeting eyes with a hooded figure that sneakily walked past the café window, outside.

Dean's chest tightened as a single tear flowed from his left eye. Pain lurked around in the pit of his stomach, churning and churning as he tried to digest this information. Unconsciously, he arose from his seat and stared at the wall opposite him. Sam mirrored his actions, slowly taking a step towards Dean, in order to comfort him. Dean tilted his head, still consumed by thought.

"And… You knew? Sammy? H-how long have you known?"

Sam sighed, admitting his deception. "I found out the day I met you. It was purely accidental, Dean. I'm in the same boat as you."

"Dean," Mary reached out toward her eldest son, "honey, sit down and we can talk about thi—"

"DON'T TOUCH ME." Dean yelled, his voice quivering as much as the rest of his body, "OK? Don't you dare."

"Dean." Sam called. "Maybe we—"

"No. Sammy. You lied to me too. You have no right to speak to me right now." Dean argued; his sight still glued to that one particular spot on the wall.

"Sam, you should leave now." Mary said, standing her ground.

"I should leave?! I'm sorry, but how is this suddenly my fault, Mary?"

"I told you not to tell him. I begged you, Sam, and you still disobeyed me. What made you think this could possi—?"

"ENOUGH: BOTH OF YOU." Both Mary and Sam's attention focused on Dean. "I can't believe either of you." His eyes softened into despair, "Sam. I thought we were friends. Friends don't keep secrets?"

"Dean I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner—"

An internal time bomb finally exploded in Dean's mind. He'd had enough. Body, finally catching up to mind, Dean stormed rashly out of the café, kicking a chair as he left.

"Dean!" Sam chased after him, Mary following swiftly behind. Both of them stood restlessly by the café door as they witnessed Dean dash across the road. A roar of a '67 engine and a screech of tyres rapidly became audible, but not soon enough to save him. Shock bolted through Mary and Sam as Dean's body smashed gracelessly onto the front window of the Chevy Impala. Blood dripped from the bonnet as Sam's car halted to an abrupt stop.