AN: Okay here is another chapter, hope you guys like it.

Chapter 4: The Drive

Sam slowly woke up to find an empty bed across from him. He close his eyes again and jumped to after mentally realizing that there was a empty bed next to him. He sat up and looked around. His brother wasn't in sight. Finally getting his ears ajust to the sounds around him, he didn't hear the shower running. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. Standing up, he walked over to the window to see if he could see the car in the parking lot, but it wasn't there. He figured Dean must of gone to get something to eat.

"I'll give him thirty minutes and if he not here..." he stopped himself in the middle of the sentence thinking about what he was going to do once his brother didn't show.

He turned around to his bag and pulled out some clothes. He went into the bathroom and cut on the shower. Checking the tempature, he strip from his clothes and got in. After twenty minutes of showering and brushing his teeth and drying his hair, he step out of the bathroom. He jump when he saw his brother standing in front of him.

"Damn it, Dean," Sam snapped.

Dean laughed a little and back away from Sam. "Why so jumpy Sammy," he smiled. Sam roll his eyes and shove Dean on the shoulder.

Dean laughed again and went to go sit down at the table. The table was cleared of their bags and was replaced by a brown paper bag and white styrofoam cups. Dean opened the bag and pulled out a cinnimon bun and lick his fingers. Sam frowned and walked over to his brother to sit down. He looked in the bag and pulled out another cinnimon bun.

"Since when cinnimon bun become our breakfest," Sam asked before taking a bite.

"Since I made it our breakfast. Why you're on a diet," he smiled. Sam shook his head. "Besides we have a long drive ahead of us and I just thought that we have a good breakfast to get us going."

Sam looked up from his bun and smiled. "Why Dean, did I just hear a chick moment coming from your mouth." Dean looked up from his bun also and frowned at Sam. Sam was still smiling at him before he took another bite from his cinnimon bun.

"Shut up."

Dean got through with his food and grab his coffee from the table as he stood up. He walked over to the window and looked out it. Sam finished his food and looked up at his brother. His brother was still looking out the window and taking a sip from his coffee. Sam took the time to study his brother face before his brother could turn back to face him. Something was up, it's written all over his face.

"What's up," Sam asked.

Dean look from the window and notices his brother stare. It was a worry look. Dean realizes he let his guard down and Sam was reading it.

"Nothing," he smiled as he walk from the window.

He grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Sam rolled his eyes and did the same and followed him out the door. Dean throw his bag in the back and sat in the driver seat to start the car. After throwing his in too, Sam climbed into the passenger seat and they left the motel. It was a silence drive and Sam's mind still focus on what his brother was thinking about. Dean was looking straight ahead but he can feel his brother's eyes on him. He let out a sigh and raised his brows.

"What," Dean said glancing over to see his brother eyeing him.

"What was up with you back at the motel, I never seen you...quiet," he chuckled.

"I was thinking that's all."

"You thinking, that would be the first," Sam said trying to lighten the moment.

"Whatever."

"But no seriously, what were you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking. Now can we drop the subject," Dean said with a little anger in his voice.

Sam recognized it and looked straight ahead. Why won't his brother tell him what was wrong. But this was Dean we were talking about and he don't like to say excatly what's on his mind. Not intentally. But then again he saw the look on his brother's face and...it just kill him to know what it is. He breathed out through his mouth and squadded a little back in the seat. Suddenly he was straddled by his brother hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his hand.

"Damn it, Sammy," he frowned. Sam look on puzzled. " Why you have to mention dad. I was thinking about him and him not calling and I kept thinking that what if you're right. What if dad is hurt somewhere or worst and we don't know because he won't even call us, damn it Sam." He hit the steering wheel again.

"Dean..."

"No Sam let me finish, okay," lifting his brows again. "What I'm trying to say is...if dad is...what will we do. Once this all over, what are we going to do once this is all over with," he said trying to choice his words carefully.

"I don't know Dean."

Dean shook his head before he went silence again. His mind racing again like it was back in the motel. Sam watched him go silence before his mind begin to race. Dean was afraid. Even though he won't admit it, he was afraid. Afraid to be alone. Afraid to even think of being alone and that scares him. The question is, what are they going to do when this is over. The evil, the hunting, the searching. Once all of this is over, how are their lives going to be. Sam thought about Jessica again and smiled. His life was going to be with her after their first search for dad. How would he live now. Sam once again looked over to Dean and saw him still in thought. I could start a new life with my brother. He turned back to the front. If dad is dead, then it's up to me to stay with Dean and make sure he stay out of trouble. I'm going to have to be the older brother now because Dean was a lost puppy without guidence. But I guess we just have to see what happens.

"Let's see what happens," Sam said out loud.

"What," Dean glancing at him.

"Let's see what happens."

Dean looked one last look at his brother before he focus back on the road. He nod his head and the car was silence again.

AN: How was that? Review and let me know.