Third persons P.o.v
The car ride home was silent.
Although both sam and Sarah expected Dean to go all what the hell happened" he seemed to be very quiet.
Dean took a sharp left , the bunker now emerged in sight.
Sam got out and so did Sarah.
While Dean oddly didn't.
He let out a sigh and put his head against the steering wheel.
"Hey you two go ahead inside, I'll be in, in a few " Dean was clearly tired and needed to rest.
"Sure " Sarah skipped off towards the door.
Sam's pov
I was as glad as ever that we found Sarah.
But she was acting as weird as fuck.
Like she just happily walked off towards the door.
The Sarah that I know would pester Dean to go inside until he did.
And Dean clearly noticed the difference.
And as quiet as she was on the ride to the bunker , is the quietest she has been in forever.
I can't remember a time when she was this quiet.
"Dean-"I sighed.
"Cut it Sam. I'm alright. Sarah's home ok. So give me a few I'll be in"
"No, I-listen" I tried to talk to him but I knew there was no point.
So I just walked off towards the door.
The door was open so I didn't have to unlock it myself.
I quietly but quickly went downstairs towards Sarah's room.
I pushed open her door a little bit and saw her passed out on the bed.
She must have been really exhausted.
But then I decided to try something.
I retraced my steps to my room and went to the night stand and pulled open the rusty drawer.
I saw the flask , and took it.
I unscrewed the top till I walked to my little sisters room.
"Here goes" I whispered to myself and threw some of the content of the flask on my little sister.
Holy water.
