Dean cushioned himself in the Impala, next to him Sam did the same. He could hear Jo pulmp down in the back indicating she was in. Dean started the engine after hotwiring the car and they were off.

"Bastard took my keys." Dean told them trying to lighten the mood. Sam was brooding, Jo sat with silent tears down her face. Dean tried to look to the good side of things and ignored them. He put in AC DC and started down the street in the direction of the roadhouse. He rolled his window down and halfway hung his head out. The cool chill felt realxing on his face. His hair swept back he couldn't help, but feel a little better than he had before. Sam was staring at him now. Dean glanced at him with a smile, headbanging and smacking his knee with glee.

"Turn off the music Dean." Sam demanded.

"Why Sammy, we can't have a little fun?" Dean asked.

"I said turn it off." Sam replied with a frim tone. Dean reached down and turned the music up. Jo started crying harder because of the conflict. Sam drilled into Dean with his eyes. His face began turning a boiled red and a vein throbbed on his neck. Dean shot a displeased look at him, but Sam wouldnt take it.

Sam drove a foot into Dean's brake and Dean swerved to the side of the road managing to retain posture of the car. They almost went off the side of the lonely road. Dean felt himself break out of the car and round on Sam who had met him in front of the Impala. The two were angry brothers pasted before a beautiful panorama of red clouds swirling in a dark sky. Dean was ready to fight his brother if he snapped.

"Dean are you a vigilante or something!" Sam bursted out. " 'Cause you seem to be alot more reckless than usual!" Sam sounded. "Jo might have died, Dean!"

"Shut up Sam." Dean yelled back, his face locked in a glare of clenched teeth. "I'm tired of hearing you Sam! About your shit! THe shit you give me every time I make a decision. Is Jo alive Sam?"

"She might not have been!"

"But she is!" Dean shouted, the sound seemed to unsettle everyone and the night had become loud and ecstatic. Jo got out of the car, shaking like a sick child in the corner of Dean's eye.

"I can't work with you if you keep lying to me Dean!"

"Then don't." Dean said, walking back towards the car. He watched Sam for a moment, Sam was watching him with a twisted anger to his face. Jo was crying. Dean got in the Impala and got ready to take off. "Are you coming Jo?" Dean asked out the window. Jo just peeped through here hair crying. "Fine." Dean simply said. "Then I'm leaving. Have a great life."

"You're just like Dad!" Sam blurted accidentally. "You'll lose everyone Dean!" He chorused out. Dean felt a seathing hatred creep into him towards Sam. The dopplgangers final words caught him off guard before, but now they seemed real. Dean hated it. Dean got out fo the car. He slowly stepped towards his brother, gaze tightening and fists balled up.

"Is that what you think?" Dean asked, now back in front of Sam.

"Yes, yes it is." Sam said immediately.

"Well Sam, maybe you're right. That's Dean for you." He explained bringing his fist hard across Sam's face. Sam fell like a fallen tree. He hit hte ground with a thud and held his jaw in pain. Dean could'nt break his hateful stare. "There's more if you want it.." Dean said. "Just keep talking Sam!" he yelled. "You always talked to much about stuff that I don't give a damn about!" he continued. Sam just looked at him with a bruised lip, looking dazed and sad.

"Stop!" Jo screamed coming between them. Her face was hanging with guilt and tears. "Is this because of me? Why! I don't deserve this. You don't deserve to hate eachotehr anymore." she cried. Dean felt stunned as he wastched her fall to her knees sobbing deeply. "My mother is dead..and you can't stop yelling at eachother. Why can't you stop yelling?"

"We don't know she's dead." Dean said trying to calm her down. "Sometimes demons lie."

"Sometimes they tell the truth." Jo sobbed looking up at him. Dean couldn't stand looking into her grieving eyes. He hadn't meant for Jo to cry. This was between Sam and him. She didn't have any part of it.

"I'm sorry." Dean whispered. "It's not your fault Jo. None of it is. Not Ellen. Not us. Not nothing." Dean stated coming to her side. "Let's get you back to the roadhouse." Dean said hugging her. Sam was looking towards the crimson sky, a tear shining on his pale cheek. For who it was for, Dean didn't have a clue. It didn't matter he decided. Sam brought this upon himself.

"Come on." Dean carried Jo to the Impala and set her in the passenger seat. She had stopped crying and it took a bit for her to let go of him. "It's ok Jo." He just kept saying. Finally she let go. Dean went around to the other side stepping over Sam who was sitting himself up with his hands behind him. "Well Sam. This is where I bid you adieu. You can look after yourself now. You don't need your vigilante for a brother anymore."

"Where are you going Dean?" Sam asked.

"I'm going to run and hunt. Run from my death omen, kill any thing on the way. Who knows really." Dean said.

Sam scoffed and rose from the ground. Now tears were pouring down both of his cheeks. "Dean! I don't know you at all. Don't think for a second..." Sam sniffed, "Don't you think for a second I knew it was the real you."

"What?"

"Dopplegangers don't have a reflection. I saw it in the mirror. I didn't know who to choose! I don't know you at all Dean! So don't pride yourself for a second if you thought your brother cared!" Sam screamed. Dean couldn't believe his brother would ever say something like that. It wasn't Sam.

"Fine. I won't." Dean responded trying to act tough in the face of his emotions. Sam looked bewildered at the lack fo response. "Your things are at the Hotel." Dean told him. "Goodbye Sam." Dean drove off. He didn't look in the rearview mirror until he knew Sam couldn't see him. His little brother was watchign him go. Jo was curled in a ball and Ellen was dead. Dean was next on the platter and he knew it. His life was falling apart and the Doppleganger had been right about him losing everyone.

A single tear rolled down his face.