Chapter Eight

A few hours later they packed up the car. It had taken a while to clean up the place. They had to leave David's body behind. They could do nothing about it. Dean's nose had stopped bleeding finally, and the wood splinter took longer to remove than expected. Sammy would probably have a scar. As he threw the last bag in the car, Sammy looked at Dean. He looked distracted.

"I thought it was 'Welcome to my world bitch."

Slamming the truck lid with a bang. "What, what'd you say?"

Sammy repeated the question.

"Oh, I paraphrased is all."

Dean leaned against the trunk. So much had happened in the few hours. It all melded together in his mind. He wished he hadn't released that thing. It was all his fault, and Sammy got hurt in the process. He was always screwing up when it came to Sammy. The kid needed him, and he just wasn't up to snuff where it counted.

"Hey Dean. You care about me don't ya?" Sammy's voice broke into his subconscious.

"Yeah I care about ya. You know why?" He forgot all about his thoughts for the present time.

Sammy smiled. Placing an elbow on his brother's shoulder, he answered him. "Why?"

"Because you got the food money, that's why!"

"You . . ." Sammy playfully punched him in the shoulder. They laughed.

Dean gave him a look he had never seen before, then slowly turned away.

"You really do care about me dontcha?" Sammy said in childish voice and made a move to hug his brother.

"Okay, 'nough of the touchy feely, 'Leave it to Beaver' crap, Samantha!" Dean pushed him away, making Sammy laugh.

Sam walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. He threw a glance at his brother, then got in. Dean sighed heavily. Damn straight he cared about that kid. They only had each other. If anything ever happened to Sammy, he didn't know what he would do. He needed Sam as much as Sam needed him. Opening his own door, the radio was on and he could hear Sammy singing. 'Give me a sign. Hit me baby one more time,'

"Oh hell no!" Dean sat heavily in his seat. He grabbed the knob and turned it off.

"Hey I was listening to that!" Sammy reached for the knob, but Dean smacked his hand.

"One rule: That crap is not allowed in my car! Anything but that, you got it?"

Sammy laughed, and popped in a Metallica tape. "Learn to take a joke, Deana!"

Dean rolled his eyes as 'Enter Sandman' began. He turned it up, then put the car in gear. Pulling out of the parking lot, they headed for their next destination.