Meet the Winchesters

Skin

Dean pulls the Impala into an old, worn down gas station in Oklahoma. You're sitting in the front seat, next to Dean, Sam's in the back, who's been awfully quiet the past 45 minutes. Poison Whiskey by Lynyrd Skynyrd is blasting through the stereo;

"He drank ole poison whiskey, 'til it killed him dead"

"Alright, I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight," Dean turns slightly, so he can talk to you and your younger brother at the same time.

"Sounds good," you reply, nodding along to the beat of the music.

Sam doesn't respond, he is too enthralled in whatever he's looking at.

"Sam wears women's underwear," Dean says, smirking at you. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes, his ways of getting people's attention were far from normal.

"I've been listenin', I'm just busy," Sam is scroll through something on what you identified as a PalmPilot.

"Busy doin' what?" asks Dean, leaning back to try and see what Sam is looking at.

"Reading e-mails," Sam replies, not looking up from his work, but pulling back to keep Dean from looking at his stuff. Dean sighs, turns around, stops the car and then, gets out of the car and starts to fill the tank with gas.

"From who?" you ask, turning to face your younger brother, curious about his endeavors.

"From my friends as Stanford," Sam replies nonchalantly.

You snort, but then Sam gives you a look of dead seriousness, "Wait, you're not joking?"

"No," Sam replies, looking back down.

"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean asks, poking his head through the open window to stay in the conversation.

"Why not?" Sam asks, looking back up at you and Dean curiously.

"I didn't," you say, trying to prove a point without saying it.

"So, why can't I?" Sam challenges, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?" Dean asks, drawing Sam's attention away from you and to him.

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and big sister. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess," Sam explains, shrugging his shoulders

"Oh, so you lie to 'em," Dean states, you give him a look, Dean doesn't need to start a fight with Sammy today.

"No. I just don't tell 'em...everything," Sam says, looking down, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Dean has a point, Sam," you sigh, looking up at the ceiling "That is basically lying. But, I guess it is better than telling the truth in our situation,"

"So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asks. Dean shrugs. Sam looks at you, you look down and shrug also, you cut everyone else out, but you didn't want to influence your brother, "You're serious?"

"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period," Dean says, leaving the window and going around to take the gas pump out of the tank.

"He's right, if you get too close, people get hurt," you add, looking at your little brother.

"Both of you are kind of anti-social, you know that?" Sam says, looking back down, you scoff in disbelief.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean says, opening the car door and sliding in.

Sam ignores you and Dean and continues to read his emails, a few seconds later, he exclaims, "God..."