AN: My apologies for the poor quality of this fic, it's my first Supernatural fic and I'm a bit hesitant about it. I know Post Faith fics have been done to death, but after watching it, I felt that I had to have my turn. If you've seen something like this before, please tell me. I don't want to be labelled as a plagiarist. This is something I'm just playing with at the moment. Constructive criticism is most wanted.
This fic is dedicated to Sgt. Psycho. In my opinion one of the greatest fanfic writers going around today.
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The two Winchesters drove along the smooth roads in silence, their own thoughts overcoming the intrusive blare of the 'mullet rock' that enveloped them and rang out the windows. The events of the past few days had taken its toll on the two of them, leaving them both physically and mentally exhausted.
There had been so much left unsaid between the two of them, fobbed off with a manly shrug, or the understanding between the men meaning nothing had to be said. After private words uttered by a fake Dean, anger induced insults thrown by a Sam who wasn't in control of himself, a trip back home and so many other emotional situations, words just added to the strain. Especially when they didn't need to be heard.
"Look, we're not going to save everybody"
"I know"
Dean's mind ticked over the most recent evens in the Chronicles of Winchester, barely seeing the road that lay ahead of the car's bonnet. He chanced a glance over at Sam and in the briefest of seconds discerned that his brother was just as lost in thought has he had been. Dean recalled the look of a kicked puppy that he had seen while on his back in the hospital and the open defiance of death that he had demonstrated. Dean must have held his gaze over Sam a little too long, as the latter recognised he was being watched and swivelled his head until he had Dean in his sight. "What?" He asked straight away. Dean feigned ignorance, raising his eyebrows at the question and flicking his gaze between Sam and the road. "What?" He replied. "You were just staring at me."
"Barely"
"Dean, don't play around with me"
"Who's playing? I have no idea what you're 'what'ing about"
"You've barely spoken since you said goodbye to Layla"
"If you haven't noticed, you've not made much of an effort either"
Dean focused more readily on the road ahead, unwilling to meet Sam's eyes, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. The events with the Shapeshifter brought home one of Dean's greatest fears. What if he wasn't around to protect his Sam? Any number of things could get to his baby brother should he not be there to stand in the way. And after facing a reaper twice within a matter of days, Dean found himself recalling the words Sam spoke at Lake Manitoc.
"Look. We're not going to save everybody"
Sam had to realise than Dean was inclusive in the 'everybody' he talked about.