HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Seventy five.

Sam and Dean were driving back from Carthage, Missouri, after dealing with a Rugaru. A meat eating creature that wouldn't stop at nothing after its full transformation. Sam ended up having to blowtorch the man who was infected before he could kill Dean, but he couldn't feel guilty about not being able to save the man from transforming completely.

Sierra ignored their calls after her argument with Dean, she was uninterested and had other things to do rather than hunt right now. 

Dean looked over at Sam, who was just staring out the window. Dean turned back to the road as he spoke up, "You did the right thing, you know. That guy was a monster, there was no going back." Sam didn't respond, he only lowered his head. "Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you lately.

Sam lifted his head again, looking out the window whilst seeming so broken. "Don't worry about it, Dean."

"It's just that your, uh, your psychic thing, it scares the crap out of me."

"Look, if it's all the same... I'd really rather not talk about it." Sam replied, looking over at Dean, who looked back at him with a little smile on his lips.

"Wait a minute. What?" Dean quipped, "You don't want to talk? You?"

Sam didn't reply to the smile or joke, just trying to shrug it off, "There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand."

"Why don't you try?"

"I can't. Because this thing, this blood, it's not in you the way it's in me. It's just something I got to deal with."

Dean lifted his head up sternly, "Not alone." His mind then flashed to his last argument with Sierra. He knew deep inside her that she wanted help, but she couldn't express it. But he wouldn't give up on her either.

Sam sighed and looked out through the passenger window, going silent for a while. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. These powers... it's playing with fire. I'm done with them." Dean glanced at him in surprise. It lessened the tension inside the older Winchester than his brother was trying to come off the dark past, but Sierra, not so much. "I'm done with everything."

"Really?" Dean repeated, "Well, that's a relief. Thank you."

Sam scoffed a little, "Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you. Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice." He went quiet again, biting at his nails. "But, uh, there is something I gotta do first."

"What's that?" Dean raised a brow curiously.

"Sierra." He replied, Dean quietened down. "I gotta talk to Sierra."

For once, Dean wasn't on his brother's back about that topic. He scoffed under his breath, "Oh trust me, I already tried talking to her. It's like talking to a brick wall. Only this brick wall is a thousand feet tall, with razor sharp teeth and fire."

"Dean, c'mon, you gotta see it from her point of view, I mean..." Sam sighed, trying to link his experience with Sierra's to hopefully get a better understanding of where she was coming from. "She was alone, y'know? Because of me. I pushed her away, Dean. This is my fault, okay? I need to apologise."

Dean raised his brows again, "You are gonna apologise?"

"Don't sound too surprised." Sam sarcastically mumbled. "But yeah... I hate this distance between us. I know you two aren't on the same page right now, but what good will it do for her if we just abandon her to the angels?"

"Abandon her? I'm not abandoning her!" Dean frowned firmly, "I want to help her- save her from those guys! God knows what they'd do to her. Literally."