By some miracle he had managed to get some sleep even if it wasn't long before the brightness of the sun disturbed him. He opened his eyes with great effort. His clock read, 6:32. Time to start his morning routine. Sitting up he wiped his face tiredly. This was a new day. Maybe he won't see that guy today. He was going to go to school and act like yesterday never happened. Ever.
Once he had refreshed himself and changed, Sam grabbed his bag and took a deep breath before heading downstairs to confront his family. Who undoubtedly had questions for him.
He made his way down, knowing his dad had gone to work. He hardly saw his dad to be honest. He turned into the kitchen to see his mum doing some dishes at the sink and Dean sitting at the table with a mug of coffee and his earphones blasting in his ears. This made Sam's lips twitch up slightly, his brother was constantly listening to music, attached to it 24/7.
He made himself visible by stepping onto the room. Dean looked up at him, yanking out one earphone. Dean was looking at him with curiosity and worry. "Sam." He said in some sort of disbelief. Sam gave him a short wave, sitting opposite him at the table. Mary had turned around at her son speaking. She rushed towards her youngest son, hugging him from behind. Sam rolled his eyes, as she couldn't see. Sam was just looking at his brother who was silently questioning him, which he ignored.
After a minute of this, his mother stood to face him with a torn look. "Sam." She started in a gentle, tone of worry. "What. What was last night about?" She had to collect her words carefully. Sam took a breath in. He knew this was coming, however he didn't know what to say. So he was going to have to wing it and hope for the best. "Nothing. I'm over it." Sam stated, shrugging his shoulders. She sighed and looked at him with not just worry but pity. "Alright then darling." She didn't seem to be in the mood to try and fight him. Mary just placed her hand on his shoulder. "But if you ever. And I mean ever, Sam Winchester. Want to talk. I will always be here for you, no matter what, darling." Sam nodded, and she kissed his forehead before returning to the sink. Sam took a sly sigh a relief. Dean had put his earphone back in, his music so loud that there probably wasn't any point of earphones since everyone could hear it anyway. He was still looking at Sam, only glancing away from him to sip his coffee every now and again. Sam knew as soon as they were alone he was going to get it.
After breakfast they both kissed their mother's cheek and said goodbye. Dean slid into the driver's side and Sam shotgun. Sam braced himself for what was to come. "What the hell, Sammy?!" Dean exclaimed as soon as he shut the car door. Sam leaned against the car door staring outside, not really wanting to look at his brother. "Nothing, Dean." Sam retorted as they pulled out of the drive. Dean pulled a face of disbelief. "'Nothing'?! Sammy. This isn't 'nothing'. Getting home, locking yourself away and crying out for hours, that isn't nothing. Sammy, I was this close to kicking down that fucking door! Something has gotten into you and I want to know what. No, I need to know. Hey! Sammy! Are you even listening to me!?" Dean was fuming, demanding answers. Sam was just staring out the window and watching the world go by as he tunes out of Dean's voice. Dean grabbed Sam's shoulder. "Hey! Could you at least bloody look at me while I'm talking to you!" Sam rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at Dean's distressed look. "Sammy." Dean wasn't shouting this time his voice seemed to be in a comforting tone. "Something's hurt you, bad. And…" Dean took a breath. "And I need to know what so I can help. Look after you, protect you. Please Sammy, tell me!" He raised his voice for that last statement.
Sam wasn't in the mood for Dean's over protective at the moment. He didn't need to tell Dean anything. It was none of his business. "Dean. There's nothing you need to know because I'm over it and there's nothing you can do. I know you want to help so badly but there physically isn't anything you can do. I just want to be left alone and forget it. Okay, Dean?" Sam argued back, because it was the truth. "But, Sammy-" Dean started but Sam snapped back before he got any further. "No, Dean! Not now! Not ever! Because I'm done with it." That seemed to have made an impression on Dean as he looked in Sam's eyes before turning his attention on the road ahead, letting it go. Sam was grateful for this, and felt the tension lessen slightly but not completely disappear.