The Impossible Happy

Road

What Dean can remember about the moments before Sam got in the impala is really only the tightness. The kind of tightness that squeezes the heart and suffocates the lungs. Pure guilt pounding at his soul. Guilty about what? He liked Castiel. Why should he feel guilty?

He also remembers chasing after his brother, screaming.

Actually screaming.

Castiel came close behind Dean, told him briskly and sternly to get back inside, it wasn't safe out. The Angel put a hand on Dean's shoulder, attempting to lead him inside. Dean was still staring at the road in front of him.

Expansive.

Dean ripped his body away from Castiel's touch. He angrily made his way inside. He could feel Castiel following behind.
----------------------------------------------"Dean." Castiel placed a cup of coffee in the man's hand. "Sam will come back."

Dean believed it. He didn't know why he was so shaken up.

"I know, Cas. But I don't blame the kid, you know? I've hid the truth from him so much. Wouldn't be surprised if this sent him over the edge." Dean took a sip of the coffee. It was weak.

"Yes." Said Castiel, looking down. "He will come back."
***
One hour later the phone call came. Dean thought it'd be Sam.

It was not.

A 1967 black Impala had been driven off a bridge some 20 miles from the bunker. The driver had been found dead. A presumed suicide.

Dean doesn't remember what was said after he had hung up that phone. He thinks there was yelling, but he can't hear it. He threw whatever object that was in reach at the wall. Probably at the Angel too. Castiel tried to comfort him, hold him. Dean punched him in the jaw.

Dean went down to identify the body.

Sam Winchester was taken to the morgue.

"Come back."

That was the last thing he screamed at the tail lights of that dark, dark car.