Driving

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"Dean," Sam said sharply to his older brother.

Dean ignored Sam and continued driving, watching ahead of him, letting the car suck in the road and spit it out behind them.

"Dean," Sam repeats again, more assertively. Speaking louder this time.

Dean still remained quiet. It would've been just the two of them sitting in complete silence if it weren't for the classic rock humming at its soft piano volume.

Dean flickers his eyes to Sam but then returns them to the road. Though he doesn't say anything, Sam continues.

"Did you-" Sam stops and thinks for a minute about what he's accusing his brother of doing. Someone he's always looked up to. Dean couldn't possibly be capable of killing someone, could he? I Wes did disappear and then Dean says he doesn't regret it? 

"I need you to tell me the truth here, Dean. Did you... kill Wes?" When the name left his lips his heart ached. Now if Sam were thinking logically, he would know how poorly Wesly had treated him. On the other hand, Wes was the only one that was there for him after Dean had walked away and left him behind. His own brother. The only person Sam thought he could ever trust to be there for him and protect him. Just gone.

"You're damn messed up," Sam says with a small sob jammed in his throat.

"You'll thank me later," Dean finally says.

"Oh, it speaks!" Exclaims Sam with a little toss of his hands.

"I'm just saying. If I hadn't taken care of him now, you would've ended up the dead one."

"Sure, Dean. Whatever."

"You know it's true, Sammy."

Sam doesn't say anything. He just turns his head and watches the terrain scroll quickly past as they continue traveling.

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