Back to me now! Yay! Which means I have a lot of things to write about in this chapter because I had some major cliffhangers to resolve before my friend took over. (Thank you all by the way for the messages for her!)

Back to the show!

EDIT: Okay so I just remembered that I can see views on my stories and last night almost 500 of you clicked on this story and that absolutely blows my mind! I can't believe that many people are reading this like that's just crazy to me. Also, I've been watching The Fosters lately (great show, highly recommend, I use Hulu) and Jude's whole mute storyline is what inspired me for this chapter because I love it so much it's so heartbreaking and I just- AH.

Okay now back to the show 2.0

It was nearing the end of their road trip to Bobby's. The trip back was pretty much done as the trip there: so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Sam hadn't spoken anything to anyone in almost three days and Dean was desperate to get him to talk. He knew he would take Brooke's death hard, but not this hard. He kept waiting for Sam to call his name or to even say hey, and there had been moments when it came close, but Sam always walked off instead. He tried doing little things so Sam knew Dean was still there for him, like getting his favorite snacks at gas station stops and offering Sam the front seat for a few hours.

As for John… well John gave up. He tried to get something out of Sam that first night after the incident but Sam refused to say more than two words to him. At least John was getting something, even if it was a "yes sir" or an "I know".

Currently, it was getting late and John was approaching the next town for the boys' last night in a hotel before getting to Bobby's tomorrow. Dean was passed out in the front seat. Sam was sitting in the back, holding a flashlight over the textbook he brought with him to read.

"You doin alright kid?" John asked, noticing Sam starting to get antsy and squirm in the backseat.

Sam gave him a thumbs up.

"I can pull over for a minute?" he offered.

Sam shook his head.

John sighed. This is what it had been like.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled off the highway to another motel. Sam went in with John to check in. He didn't necessarily want to but he had to get out of that backseat. He wandered down the short hallway off from the lobby, pulled a quarter out of his pocket, and bought a bag of mini cookies.

"That your dinner?" John asked, trying not to laugh as he watched him.

Sam nodded as he opened his treat.

"How about we put your brother to bed and then go get real food?"

Sam shook his head.

"Well, I'm going. So, you can either come with me or stay here with Dean."

Sam shrugged his shoulders.

They went back out to the car. Sam grabbed the bags as John woke up Dean, who stumbled into the room and collapsed on one of the beds instantly going back to sleep.

"Pizza sound good?" John asked. Sam nodded. "I'll be back. Let him sleep."

Sam watched John drive away and turned to look at a passed out Dean. Sam pulled a blanket over him and turned all the lights off. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't be mean to Dean knowing Dean was trying.

Sam went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. When he got out, he found a just woken up Dean sitting on the edge of the bed that he was just lying on.

"Hey," Dean said, rubbing his eyes. "Where'd Dad go?"

Sam just walked by him and turned the room lights on.

"Oh right! You're still not talking to me." Dean said, trying to hide how annoyed he was starting to become. "Yes or no questions... Let's see... Did he leave to get food?"

Sam nodded.

"Did he say what? Oops, my bad, you can't answer that either."

Sam shot him a glare, letting Dean know that now was not the time. He pulled out John's computer and sat at the table.

"Sammy, seriously," Dean said, crossing over to him and sitting next to him at the table. "Are you ever going to talk to me again?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you mad at me?"

Sam nodded.

"Sammy it was an accident! I know you know that!"

Sam didn't react. Just started the computer.

"Come on man. Please say something." Dean pleaded. "I won't tell Dad if you don't want him knowing. But please... for me?"

Sam shook his head.

"Look... I get it now. Okay? Back in August when you shot that Sarah woman? That was an accident too, right? It was terrifying and she didn't die but... I'd actually really like to talk about it with you because you're the only one who would understand."

Sam sighed. He opened a document on the computer and started typing.

I don't want to talk about it.

He slid the computer over to Dean to see. Dean bit his lip and typed back.

Can you at least listen?

I don't want to hear what you have to say.

I just want you to know what happened.

I know what happened. I was there.

"I don't even know why the fuck I'm trying to reason with you," Dean said, obviously hurt. He practically threw the computer back at Sam and stormed out of the hotel room. Sam instantly regretted that. Why couldn't Dean just leave him alone and let him handle this by himself? Sam never would have believed you if you told him his dad was giving him what he wanted and Dean was the one trying to start a fight.

Sam crossed his arms on the table and rested his forehead on top of them.

"What the hell happened in here?" John asked when he entered the room.

He set the pizzas on the table next to Sam when he noticed the open computer.

"I don't want to talk about it." he read out loud. "I know what happened. I was there."

Sam tilted his head up so he was now resting his chin on his arms.

"I wish I knew what to tell you kid."

John closed the computer and threw it on the bed. He sat in one of the chairs and served himself. Sam eventually ate too. When Dean came back an hour later, Sam was asleep on one of the beds and John had just gotten out of his shower.

"Dean. Can we talk?" he asked, drying his hair off with a towel.

"Yes sir."

"I know you really don't want to but right now, you need to play Sam's game."

"But Dad-"

"Ah!" he said, putting a hand up in the air. "Remember when you were four? And you didn't talk to me for months? It's the same thing."

"How the hell is that the same thing!?"

"That was your way of coping-"

"Yeah cause Mom died!"

"-and now it's his turn."

Dean took a sharp breath. He started blinking fast to keep from crying in frustration.

"This all just infinitely sucks," he said, forcing himself to laugh.

"There's pizza in the fridge. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late."

"Why are you being so nice to him?" Dean asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You're supposed to say shit like 'get over it', 'move on', 'it was just a bad hunt' but no! You gotta go babying him."

"I am not babying anyone."

"Oh please! If the roles were reversed, and Kelly was the one who was shot, would you be doing the same thing for me?"

"That's not fair, Dean."

"No! What's not fair is this whole time I've been dealing the fact that Kelly's kid wasn't mine and no one noticed because everyone was focused on Sam!"

"What did you just say?" John asked. Dean's heart stopped. He didn't realize what he had said.

"Never mind."

"Dean."

"Just forget it."

"Talk to me."

Dean couldn't help but laugh at the irony. Here he was, bitching about how his Dad's been actually acting like a dad to Sam lately and now he was acting like a dad to Dean too.

"I think we all just need to go to sleep."

"I concur. We'll finish this conversation later."

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