Secrets and Lies, Desert, prt 1
The road was long and endless. They had been driving for four days and needed to go one more before they reached the next town. The scenery had not changed much in the last two, desert as far as the eye could see, the highway streching forever before and after. They could see storms miles away but no other vehicles on the road besides the occasional semi-rig.
They were bored, the radio had broken two days ago. Conversation had ended about one hundred forty miles back, leaving an unresolved argument to stew about, so that was a no go. They sat in the car, watching the miles and miles of nothingness, not talking to one another.
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"What is wrong with you, Dean? What are you not telling me?" 'talk to me'
"Nothing is wrong with me, Sam. I have told you everyting." 'leave me alone'
"You told me shit. You have been tense around me for awhile and now going to -- what's it, Springfield -- you're worried."
'i know what i see'
"Dude, I am not tense. I am only worried because we need more intel about what is going on."
'drop it'
'that's a load of shit'
"Dammit Dean, you have had less info on other jobs and have not been this worried." 'please'
"Sam, I just want to be prepared. From the sound of it, things might get a bit dangerous, and I do not want either of us to get hurt. I have dealt with these things before and we need more information."
'stop asking, stop talking, just stop!'
"Dean --" 'talk'
"Sam." 'no'
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Neither was going to break the silence, that would mean admitting defeat, pride would never allow that. Thus they sat listening to the sound of the wind whipping through the open windows (the air conditioner gave up, too) and the roar of the engine.
Dean's thoughts would drift from one thing then another, not linguring too long on any subject. More often than not he would start humming a rock song just to stop thinking. Every once in a while his mind would light on what had started months ago. 'shit' shaking his head to rid himself of the unwanted thoughts. He did not want to think of such things while Sam was so close. 'I'm sorry, Sam' Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he stole a look at his younger brother. Sam had his head laid back against the headrest, staring out the window. He hated lying to him, but could not think of a single reason to tell him anything. There was nothing he could do.
Sam was trying his best not to think. He had given up on any attempt to get any kind of real information out of Dean. 'you are such an ass,' bitter thoughts creeped in, though he tried to shake them off. He found that the more he pondered the situation the angier he got. At one point he nearly yelled for them to pull over and finally talk this, whatever it was, out. He halted that thought when he looked over at Dean and saw the white knuckled grip he had on the wheel and was almost one with the door, he could not get any further away, trying to be casual by hanging his arm out the window, but Sam knew better. 'Dean, why are you so -- scared?' Instead of a confrontation, 'the last one went so well,' he opted for the window and the constant drone of the engine. His eyes had started to droop lazily, he let it happen. 'sleep...' he heard more than thought, barely resistering a distant laugh and 'fuck dean,' he dozed.
The last time Dean glanced at Sam his head bobbed along with the bumps in the road. 'sleeping, finally' he relaxed a bit. Wishing for the millionth time he had cruise control, he shifted his position once more to get comfortable, his right leg was going numb. 'I should have asked Sam to drive for a while, but then I would have had to talk to him, damn.' With his brother asleep Dean could think more freely about the situation, that was a plus. The weeks while he recovered, he reviewed the attacks and formulated a plan. The first problem was that he did not anticipate anything and was caught off guard. The second, he underestimated the speed and power. 'he seems stronger and faster, but maybe that is just that I was not ready' his thoughts replayed the attacks more vividly than he wanted. 'I just have to keep out of reach and talk to him more, I can get through to him, my mistake in the past was that I didn't talk to Sam.' With the plan firmly in place he let himself think of more pleasant things. He was reaching for the water bottle between them when he heard that voice.
