Sam glanced over at Dean every once in awhile but Dean only stared out the car window. He hadn't even asked where they were going. Sam had called Bobby and asked if they could stay at his place for awhile. Even though Dean had been released from the hospital, he was supposed to take it easy for a couple of weeks.
When they pulled up at Bobby's place, Dean finally spoke.
"We can't stay here."
"We have to stay somewhere. You need to rest." Sam put the car in park and turned toward his brother. Dean continued to stare out the window. "Dean, this is the safest place we can be."
"I'm not worried about our safety." Dean finally turned to look at Sam, his green eyes full of pain. "I can't bury anyone else, Sammy. I can't do it."
"Dean, we're not….." He was cut short by Bobby opening the passenger side door and leaning down to look in at them.
"You boys gonna sit out here all day or what?" Bobby helped Dean from the car and glanced back at Sam.
Sam shook his head sadly. He had already told Bobby what had happened and how Dean had shut down. Bobby frowned and turned his attention back to Dean, who was slowly making his way to the front door.
Sam opened the trunk of the Impala to get their things. He felt a rush of wind and before he turned around he knew that Castiel would be standing there.
"What do you want?" Castiel wasn't exactly on Sam's BFF list.
"Has he said anything to you?" Castiel's normally emotionless eyes looked troubled.
Sam slammed the trunk harder than he needed to. "No! He's said nothing! What did Alastair say to him? What could possibly make him shut down like this? I know he's not been the same for awhile but this…."
Sam couldn't finish the sentence. He didn't have the words to explain what this felt like.
"You have to get him to talk to you."
Sam almost laughed. "Do you know my brother? He wouldn't talk about his feelings on a good day. Now he's not talking at all and you think I can change that?"
"He loves you. No matter what has happened or will happen, you are the most important thing in his life. He will open up to you if you let him."
"What do you mean, if I let him? I have tried to talk to him. For years, I've tried to understand him, get him to tell me how he feels but he won't do it." Sam threw his bag down in frustration. "How can I get him to talk? I'll do whatever I can to help him through this but I don't know how. I've never known how. Why can't you just tell me?"
Castiel looked toward the house where Bobby had disappeared with Dean. "I can't. Dean wasn't even supposed to know. I only confirmed what Alastair told him when I was asked. "
"So, we could play twenty questions and I might guess the problem?" Sam threw his hands up in the air and began pacing back and forth. "I don't understand you. If you'd just tell me, I might know what to do."
"I have my orders." Castiel was looking more uncomfortable by the minute.
"To hell with your orders! Your orders are what got Dean in this shape to start with! I am losing my brother and I can't do that again! I won't do that again." Sam turned away from Castiel so the angel couldn't see the angry tears forming in his eyes. He was not going to cry in front of this heartless bastard.
"Sam, I know you don't believe me but I am truly sorry that this happened. I never wanted Dean to torture Alastair. I never wanted him to end up like this."
Sam took a deep breath and blinked back the tears. "Then why didn't you stop it?" He turned to face the angel but Castiel was gone.