Dean glanced into the back seat and saw Sam sleeping. They had brought Bobby back to his car earlier that night and thanked him for his help, it was kind of embarrassing now that he saw them acting like that. Kayla was looking absently out the window; this was a rare occasion that he wished he could say I wonder what she's thinking about. But he knew exactly what she was thinking about.
He spoke low so he didn't wake up his brother. "He won't understand you know. He doesn't know how bad it was and he won't understand why you aren't getting over it."
"His confusion isn't worth the pain it'll put him through, knowing what's happened."
"But it's ok for you to bear."
She looked at him, at least she wasn't bearing it alone. "I'm doing what I can to speed the process, I don't want to be afraid of him."
"I know." He paused. "Just let me know if you change your mind, if he understood then maybe…"
"Dean."
"Ok. I'm just saying."
He focused his attention back on the road. The long nights of driving let his guilt creep up on him again and he turned on the radio; anything to be a distraction.