Sam's eyes were so hollow as they looked back at Dean. This made the other feel guilty. And he had no idea why. He'd not done anything wrong had he? No. He'd been nice to his brother and given him anything he'd asked for hadn't he? So why was Sam looking at him as if he'd killed his puppy?
"Sam, what's wrong? I mean, every time you look at me I get this distinct feeling that you hate me."
"I don't hate you Dean." Sam replied with a tone so hollow it made his eyes seem alight with joy. "Quite the opposite really. Not that it really matters."
That last was said so quietly Dean wasn't even really sure that he'd actually heard it. "Well then what's wrong? If something's up you know I'll help you."
"You can't fix this Dean. Just leave it be." Sam's voice held such finality to it that Dean had no choice but to sigh and agree.
Getting up from the table they sat at he started to leave their kitchen but not before stopping at Sam's side and placing a hand gently on his shoulder and squeezing tightly, "You know I love you right Sammy?"
"Yeah, Dean, I know." There was something in his voice that sounded off but Dean didn't want to push anything too far. Squeezing Sam's shoulder one last time Dean nodded and left the younger Winchester alone in the kitchen not seeing the tears streaming down his baby brother's face as he left.
"Just not the way I love you."