The rest of the night, both Dean and Sam sat in the room in complete silence. There were a few times where Sam had actually opened his mouth a few times to say something, anything to get rid of the silence, but yet nothing would come out. He desperately wanted to make sure that everything was alright between them, even though that he knew a time would come that he would force Dean to have a serious talk with him. Sam needed to make sure that Dean was alright, he was pretty good physically, but Sam was concerned about him psychologically.
Although he really wanted, needed, to get out of that room, Sam felt a fear in leaving Dean alone in there. Any trust he had in his brother had turned into fear. Sam couldn't help but think that if he left, Dena would do something life threatening, again. And how could Sam live knowing that?
Sam felt so exhausted from the nights events. He was trying so hard to keep his eyes open, he needed to be fully alert. He was trying to stay awake and was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice his brother eying him suspiciously.
Dean- "Go to sleep Sammy."
Sam was shaken by the sudden sound of his brother's voice. It brought him right back to reality and he was now also staring at his big brother.
Sam- "I'm fine, besides what do you care?"
It was a low blow but at this point Sam didn't care. His brother had treated him like crap ever since he prevented him from killing himself.
Dean- "You're tired. Just go to sleep."
Sam- "Again why do you care so much? Just leave me alone."
Dean shot Sam a look. Sam wasn't quite sure if it was one of complete anger or something else but he could tell that Dean wasn't going to talk to him anymore for quite a time. Sam could also tell that he had gotten his brother. Just how far, he wasn't' sure. But now maybe Dean would actually think some more before doing another act.
Dean was so sick of having to always be the strong one making all the decisions. He was sick of having everyone get hurt and feeling like it was all his fault. He had found a reason to get rid of it and save the people that he loved. But the love that his brother had for him, had stopped that and put even more weight on his shoulders. He had scared Sam to death and he knew it. He felt guilty about it but at the same time had other things to worry about right now. He still had 2 kids whose mother, also the women that he loved, not in the word with them at the moment. Usually he could turn to Sam in all of this. Sam was always better at dealing with the "emotional" aspect of situations. This was one that the "guns blazing" approach didn't exactly work for Dean. And of course, Dean had pissed off the only person that could help him at this time. Even if Kat was fine, she wouldn't have been able to help. He laughed to himself a little thinking that she was even more closed off then he was usually when it came to emotions.
Dean really wanted to just say he was sorry, but his pride just wouldn't allow it. He actually opened his mouth and mumbled it a little but then quickly glanced to see that Sam had already turned his back to him. Dean cursed himself for his stubbornness. He always pushed those closest to him away, it seemed to be his gift for some stupid reason. He stared at his brother's cold back and then shifted his eyes back to Kat. He took a deep sigh and just watched her peaceful face and the constant movement of her eyes under he eyelids.