Chapter 2
Dean found the motel room empty when he arrived. He found a note on the fridge
Hey Dean,
Walked to the store needed to escape the silence for a while
Will be back soon
Sammy
Dean grabbed a beer and plopped on the bed. He was glad that Sammy wasn't around he felt like he needed to clear his head. He thought of Cas and his heart gave a slight ping. He was having trouble exactly classifying what he felt for Cas. "I am NOT gay!" he suddenly yelled. Laughing after realizing he had said it out loud. Not that Dean had anything against someone who was gay; he had just always been attracted that way to women. Although he still wasn't exactly sure he was attracted that way to Cas. He never thought of kissing him or anything like that. It was a feeling he never felt before something more than booty calls, it was a sense of admiration, pride, and happiness.
Dean heard the lock slid into place as Sammy's bright face emerged from behind the door. His arms full with groceries.
Placing the bags on the table he said "Hi Dean how is Cas?" Dean gave a slight smile as he replied "Eh…he is a bit clearer now actually got to speak with him for an hour or so without Lucifer butting in." Sammy smiled and said "That's great." Dean walked over to see what Sam had bought. "Damn Sammy it's all rabbit food." Dean said. Sammy smiled as he handed a round plastic dish towards him. Dean's eyes lit up as he said "PIE!" He thanked Sammy as he grabbed a fork and sat on the bed.
Sammy smiled wondering why he loved his asshole brother so much. He then started to put the groceries away by the time he was done Dean appeared with an empty pie dish and a smile that lit up the room. He grabbed Sam into a tight hug, surprised at first, but then Sam hugged back with as much force as he could muster. Dean told Sam he was exhausted and was going to take a nap. So there he was left with his thoughts which scared him. He thought about dying a lot. His mind seemed to be a dangerous area that was under construction. His visions of Lucifer had been more damaging then he thought. His finger absent mindedly traced the scar on his hand reminding him that this was real. That Dean curled up in a ball and snoring was real. He felt scared most times but knowing Dean was there and that he would always be there gave Sam a sense of protection. He was extremely tired but knew he wouldn't sleep. Sense returning from the asylum he hadn't slept more than 3 to 4 hours a night. He had nightmares about losing Dean, about Cas suffering and Lucifer returning to haunt his head. Luckily, he didn't think Dean had noticed which he was grateful for considering how stressed and tense his brother appeared to be. Although seeing Cas had put him in a good mood for the time being and that was more than Sammy could have asked for.