When the two men said goodbye to the teens and walked towards the Impala, Dean stood by the door and listened to his brother go on about how Dean had to know it wasn't Sam but the ghost. The older brother just quietly agreed and tried to let it go.
As they drove out of town, the hunter wondered where the younger man had even gotten such an idea. His thoughts went back to the visit with the ghost's son, who was also a psychiatrist. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The ghost had played on the anger and resentment, and Sam had tried to kill him. It was almost like the anger between his brother and their dad. Dean didn't think he could handle that with Sammy.
His mind began looking for ways to build up walls of protection from this new source of assault. "God," his heart cried out. "I can't do this!"
He looked over at this sleeping brother, sniffed softly, and turned on the tape deck. Dean let the music play low enough not to wake the other man but loud enough to help block the pain.
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Snippets
FanficThis story is the life of Dean Winchester through the eyes of his guardian angel, Castiel. All of the chapters are less than 800 words. A few are even 100 or so. That is why it is called Snippets. I owe the wonderful book cover to Winterangelxo...
