CHAPTER 2
"You want to talk about it?" Sam asked quietly, half an hour later. Dean's grip on the wheel tightened for a second before he consciously relaxed again. He took a deep breath and turned to Sam with a smile on his face.
"Talk about what?" he asked with false cheeriness in his voice. Sam sighed. This wasn't going to be easy.
"About the way you bit my head off back there" Dean's grip clenched again, this time along with his jaw. He looked forward out of the windshield and didn't answer. Sam waited a minute before continuing. "Do you really think that I'm pushing too hard to find dad?" he asked incredulously. "Because I was under the impression that finding him was important to you to" Sam's voice had risen while he spoke. He was pissed now too.
Dean swerved the car to the side of the road, stopped and put it into park. He put his arm across the steering wheel and looked forward. He swore under his breath after a few seconds and turned to his brother.
"Of course finding Dad is important to me to" he said slowly. "I just wish you wouldn't act like I'm him" He finished quietly and got out of the car, leaving Sam gaping after him. Dean walked out in front of the Impala and sat on the hood. Sam followed.
"What do you mean, 'like I'm him'? I don't…"
"You do!" Dean interrupted, glancing to where Sam sat and standing up. He paced forward as he spoke to his brother, who had remained sitting. "What do you think it does to me when you ask questions that I can't answer?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck and he stopped pacing. "'What should we do? Where should we go? Will dad be there?'" he mimicked his brother's voice as he met his eyes. "I …DON'T…KNOW!" he yelled to the sky, raising his arms up as if threatening the gods. He turned, lowering his arms and covering his face with them. "I don't know" he whispered. Sam got up from his perch and walked to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Dean. I didn't mean to…" he started.
"I know" Dean interrupted wearily. He smiled at Sam reassuringly before walking back to the car. "Sorry about that" he said, in his usual cocky tone. "I must be hanging around my pussy brother too much" he snarked, opening the car door and getting in. Sam laughed and followed his brother. That was something he was getting used to. Following his brother.