A/N: Lol, I love watching the views go up after you just post a chapter. I had Dean's story in my head and just wanted to write it. Hopefully it is better than the last one because that one felt kinda awkward and ooc. Also, this one is a bit boring and angst-y but it needs to be written. Hopefully the story will pick up soon. Please read and review. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Supernatural is on a list of things I don't, and will never, own.

He picked up almost at once. Concern evident in his voice. "Hello? Is Sammy ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine." I assure him quickly then fall silent because, how do you ask a guy how he betrayed his brother?

"OK." He sounded relieved.

"OK." There was an awkward silence that I didn't know how to fill.

"So… did you want anything?" He sounded slightly bemused and a hint confused. Can't say I blamed him.

I decided to stop dithering and ask. "I was wondering why you and Sam don't talk anymore." The tension grew like an athlete on steroids. Probably more because that was an awful ass metaphor. Seriously, Jess?

"Oh." Is that it? Oh? Very informative. Not.

I didn't know whether to elaborate on my question or not. While I was mulling over possible pros and cons Dean broke the silence.

In a voice that was almost painfully uncomfortable, he said "Well… Sammy and my dad, they don't really get on. You see, Sam always wanted to go his own way and stuff but dad expected us to go into the family business so college was never in the cards. Also… we could have never of afforded it…" he trailed off.

I waited. "Yeah?" Thank explained squat.

"Like I said, me and Sam never expected to go to college. So, when Sam packed his bags and said by the way I'm going to college in 10 minutes and there is nothing you can do about it-"

"Wait, wait, WHAT?! He told you TEN minutes before he left?" My mind was whirling with shock. No wonder Sam's dad reacted so badly.

Dean chuckled but it sounded fake and empty. "Yeah it was a bit unexpected." Understatement of the century! "It was like he just expected a pat on the back."

"Are you serious? Sam did that?" I couldn't hide my disbelief.

"Yeah I'm serious. Dad was… Well, he didn't exactly take it well. It hurt him that Sam hadn't told him. And dad… he doesn't deal with being hurt well. So, it came out like anger and I'm guessing you know how Sam reacts to anger."

I nodded softly although he couldn't see me. As if I could forget.

"Then they both started going at it. Sam was saying things like 'I hate you. I hate this family. I hate this life. You never let me do anything that isn't to do with hu-" He stopped abruptly. I frowned.

He continued and so I ignored the slight break in his story. "What you want me to do.' Dad was yelling things 'like we're a family and we have to stick together. Don't be so selfish!"

I felt torn. On one hand, I loved Sam and his dad obviously hadn't even considered the possibility that Sam might want to do something other than the 'family business', on the other hand, Sam's dad was justified in his hurt and anger. "Why did you have to stick together?"

"After mom died" Here his voice hitched a little and I winced in guilt at his pain "we only had each other. Especially as we moved around so much. I guess me and Sam were each other's only friend." He laughed softly "You're making me sound like a chick now. But anyway, growing up, family was survival and Sam just broke our number one rule without a hesitation. It felt like a betrayal. Hell, it was a betrayal."

Now Dean was sounding angry and was obviously getting worked up. "Then, in anger, Dad said 'if you walk out that door don't you ever come back. And, instead of protesting, Sam just said 'glad to' and left."

I was horrified. Did Sam really say that? I think Dean was crying softly but I didn't want to draw attention to it. Yet again I felt terrible. But Dean wasn't finished yet.

"Sam should have known- no he must have known that Dad didn't mean it. He just said it in the heat of the moment. Sam knows Dad gets angry. Sam obviously didn't need me or want me in his new life or he would have told me before hand, but Dad, Dad needed me. He couldn't have dealt with both of us walking out so I stowed my crap and got on with the job."

"God, Dean I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

With forced cheer he interrupted with "Hey! No chick flick moments. Just don't ask me that again."

"Sure." I agreed hastily. There was another silence but it wasn't awkward; it was peaceful.

"Dad does care about him. He'd be the last person to admit it he's sorry but he checks on Sam from time to time.

For some reason that wasn't creepy to me, it was cute. Which was kinda disturbing "Thanks Dean."

"It's fine. And sweetheart?"

I smiled at his flirtatious tone. "Yeah?"

"Next time can it be a conversation about Lord Zeppelin or Metallica or something?"

"I'll try." I promised even though I hate heavy metal or rock or whatever.

He hung up. I wiped away the tears I didn't realise were there and sat on the park bench until the sun was completely gone and the air was icy cold.

TBC…