Spoilers for Season 2.

It had been a week since his father had made the deal and Dean was nowhere near okay, not that he'd ever admit to it. He and Sam had accepted Bobby's offer to stay at Singer Salvage until the Impala was fixed. Slowly but surely, Dean was making progress with the vehicle.

While Dean worked on the car, he wasn't completely sure what Sam did. To be honest, he really didn't care at the moment. Dean was still grieving the loss of his father, he didn't need to be worried about his brother right now.

Maybe that was part of the problem. A year ago Dean would have punched himself in the face for not worrying about his baby brother. A year ago Dean would have been driving down the road, Sam by his side, searching for their father and picking up whatever job came their way.

Now...things were different. He could hardly stay in the same room as Sam. Dean had failed his brother. Hell, he'd failed himself. Since he was a kid his dad had drilled a lot of things into his head, one being 'Demons lie'. But what had he done? He'd sat there, in pain he might add, and listened to every word that spewed out of his possessed father's mouth. What kind of hunter was he?

He heard the slam of the front door of Bobby's house and tensed. Great. Either Sam or Bobby-probably Sam-was about to come out and try to convince him to grab some lunch with them and be 'sociable'.

"Hey, Dean." Sam greeted quietly, nervously. Dean continued working on his car, not acknowledging his brother. The younger hunter cleared his throat-there was that nervousness again-and said, "Bobby made some chilli for lunch. He said you didn't have to eat but you'd better eat tonight or he'd fill your backside with rock salt."

Dean gave no sign to his brother that he'd heard a word that had been said.

"You need any help-"

"Nope." Dean cut him off venomously. He hadn't meant to be so...mean, but Dean just couldn't help it.

"Are you su-"

"Positive."

Sam nodded dejectedly, put his hands in his pocket, and said, "Okay, then, I guess I'll leave you alone."

"Good." That wasn't supposed to slip out, either. The youngest Winchester returned to the house, leaving his brother with the Impala. Dean just couldn't deal with an emotional brother too, hell Sam and their father rarely got along anyway. Ever since Sam hit the teen years the two had been at each other's throats.

Shaking his head, Dean sighed to himself and continued working.

I don't think I've written any aftermath of John's death, immediate aftermath anyway, so here it is!