“Sammy, please don’t leave me”, he begs as the bus appears in the horizon. Sam looks at his big brother mournfully.
“Dean”, he explains. “Dean, I have to… I want to go study and I… I want to escape this life.
“Bullshit”, Dean whispers, the sound of his voice dampened by the roar of the bus. “You can study without abandoning us.”
Sam raises an eyebrow, and behind him, the ten-or-so people are slowly getting on. “I can?” he asks. “How, Dean? Will I hunt with you on the weekends and go to school when I’m not?”
Dean feels like a child, a foolish and ignorant child who doesn’t want his best friend to leave his house.
“Sammy”, he tries. Suddenly, Sam is towering over him, his look stern and face rough with anger.
“It’s Sam”, he says coldly and turns around to border the bus. Dean stands in the rain, numb.
Just as Sam is paying the driver for the ride to California, Dean rushes forward, grabbing hold of Sam’s jacket arm.
“I love you”, he begs.
Sam shakes his head. “No, you don’t.”
He pulls away from Dean and walks into the bus, leaving his brother alone in the rain. The bus door closes and turns away.
Dean looks at the back of the bus that’s carrying his little brother away from him, his heart breaking with every meter the silver beast puts between them.
He pretends that his tears are only raindrops.