TRUST

Summary: The brothers head out for a hunt, but before it's done the bonds of trust may be too broken to be repaired ever again.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Supernatural. They belong to Kripke.

The highway stretched out in front of the Chevy Impala long and black. It was a deserted piece of land in Oklahoma late at night and no one was around. Dean tapped his fingers on the wheel in time to the music playing softly from the radio. He had turned it down so his little brother Sammy could get some sleep. Dean looked over at Sam asleep in the passenger seat. His breaths fogging up the window as he leaned against the glass in a deep sleep. Dean smiled slightly thankful that Sam was finally getting some sleep. Between all the hunts and research they had been on lately, Sam hadn't been getting much sleep. It didn't help matters that when he did get some sleep it was usually plagued by nightmares. Dean studied his brother's profile in the darkness for a moment before turning back to the road.

He stifled a yawn as he passed a road sign noting that the next town was a good sixty miles away. He hoped that this place had a motel. They were in a rural area and not many of the towns even registered a gas station let alone a motel. Dean sighed in frustration and moved slightly trying to adjust his sore muscles. The last hunt had been a nasty little poltergeist and Dean had before the job was over Dean and Sam both had gotten acquainted with a hard wall more than once. Man he hated poltergeists with their ectoplasm and their evil ways. Thankfully, Sam hadn't gotten to hurt, just a couple bruises and a few sore muscles. Dean rubbed his forehead where he'd hit his head against a table and had cut his forehead. It still hurt, but it wasn't that bad. Dean settled back in the seat and concentrated on driving hoping that the next town would get here soon.

"Dean, look out!"

Dean's eyes snapped open and he noticed two bright lights headed straight for him. "Oh, shit!" He quickly spun the wheel of the car to the right and the car swerved away from the on coming truck and onto the side of the road. Dean slammed on the brakes as he started to fish tail and he tried to keep the car from spinning out of control. Soon they were stopped on the side of the road in a cloud of dust. Dean breathed hard as he tried to get his heart to stop trying to climb out of his throat. He could hear Sam breathing hard and looked over at his brother to see him with his arm braced against the dash, his eyes wide with fright looking out the front window. "You, okay?"

Sam turned and just looked at him for a moment still breathing kind of hard. "Am I okay?" he asked in exasperation.

"Yeah, are you hurt?" Dean looked his brother over making sure that he couldn't see any specific injuries.

Sam just shook his head. "No, I'm fine." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Are you?"

Dean turned back to the front and looked out the windshield. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just…must have dozed off a little bit." He said the last softly as he put the car back into gear and eased back out on the highway.

"You dozed off? Dean, you almost got us killed."

Dean frowned at that. He almost had. He'd slipped up and almost got his little brother killed because he was too tired to drive. "I know," he said softly.

Things were quiet for a while and Dean wondered how far they were away from the next town. Hopefully he hadn't passed it while he was asleep. He was still freaked out that he had fallen asleep.

"Dean." Sam waited for a reply. "Dean, we need to talk about this."

"Oh, come on, Sam. What is there to talk about? Nothing happened all right? I'm just…tired." It killed Dean to admit that. He hated being weak. He was a Winchester. He should be able to be ready for anything and not complain when everything went to Hell in a hand basket, but this shook him.

"Dean, come on, you're more than "just" tired. You're exhausted. We've been going non-stop for months now. I can't even remember how many hunts we've been on in the last month alone."

"Ten, but who's counting," Dean said with a slight smile at Sam. Sam was not amused though.

"Exactly. We've been working our butts off and now it's starting to take a toll. Because, I don't know about you, but…I'm tired."

"So, what? Are you saying you need a break?" Dean looked at Sam hoping silently that his brother would say yes.

"Yes. I guess I am. I mean would that be so terrible? Stay in one place for more than a couple days. Maybe actually be able to sleep in for a change. I don't know? Do…something besides hunt for a change." Sam sighed in frustration and turned to the passenger window to look out at the dark scenery as it flew past.

Dean could see the lights of the next town up ahead and breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe it was time that they took a break. If not for him, then for Sammy. His brother needed a break. If nothing else maybe a few days in one place would give Sam the chance to get a good nights sleep. "Okay."

Sam abruptly swung around to look at Dean. "Okay? You serious?"

Dean thought about it for a second and then nodded. "Yeah. After we finish to hunt for Bobby, we'll take some time off. Maybe go someplace warm. Hang out. I don't know…see a movie maybe. Deal?" He glanced at Sam and could see the starts of a smile on his brother's face.

"Yeah. Deal." Sam gave a small chuckle as he turned back towards the windshield and looked at the approaching town.

Dean smiled slightly at how happy that made Sam. In fact he was actually happy about it himself. It had been a long time since they had actually done something together that didn't involve hunting. It would be good to be able to just hang out with his kid brother and maybe reconnect a little bit. It seemed that there were still a lot of things that he didn't know about Sam and what he had done in those four years that he had been at college. Maybe this would be the perfect thing.

They reached the city limits and soon Dean found a small motel and pulled in. He went to the office and got them a room. They pulled the car in front of the room and unloaded they're duffel bags. As they opened the door both brothers just stopped for a second when the light came on. "Good, God. They must be joking," murmured Dean as he looked at the horrid interior. The walls were done in black and white striped wallpaper that ran horizontal giving the impression that you were walking down a very long hall. The carpet was red and green swirls that clashed severely with orange flowered bedspreads.

"What did an interior design project explode in here?" asked Sam as he walked in slowly and put his duffel on the far bed. He tried not to look at the walls for too long otherwise he could sweat that they moved. The optical effect was so weird.

"Man, I don't care right now. I'm so tired." Dean threw his duffel off to the side and flopped down on his bed fully clothed.

Sam chuckled slightly and opened his duffel bag to get out some clothes. "Hey, you gonna take a shower?"

Dean shook his head slightly not even bothering to get up. "Nah, you go ahead."

Sam quickly showered and came back out dressed in his nightclothes. Dean was still in the same position sound asleep. Sam laughed softly. Dean must be really tired. He quickly pulled his brother's shoes off and flipped the other half of the covers over his brother before making sure the door was locked. He let go with a huge yawn and decided he was too tired to try and salt the windows and door. They should be fine for the night. He padded softly over to his bed and climbed in before shutting off the light. "Night, Dean." He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

Dean started to come away slowly. He moved slightly and decided that that was the wrong thing to do. He groaned as aches and pains shot through his body. He tried to open his eyes and then groaned as bright light assaulted his eyes. Why was it so bright? He brought his hand up to shade his eyes and tried to open them again. He blinked trying to get his vision to focus and groaned as he tried to sit up. He looked around groggily trying to figure out where he was.

Suddenly, Dean was fully awake as he realized he was asleep in the back of the Impala. "What the-" He looked out the windows and felt even more confused. It was nothing but white sand in every direction. "Where the hell am I?" He sat up even more and groaned as his body protested the movement. He looked down at himself still trying to figure out what had happened. The last thing he remembered was passing out on that motel room bed in Oklahoma, and this definitely didn't look like Oklahoma.

He had on his leather jacket and Dean couldn't see any obvious wounds or bruises. He noticed his knuckles were bruised as if he had hit something but other than that nothing. He put his hand to his forehead and realized that the cut on his forehead was almost healed. This confused him even more. What the hell happened to him?

He got out of the car and looked around. Nothing but sand as far as he could see. No distinguishing landmarks or anything to tell him where he was. Maybe Sam would know where they were… "Sammy!" Dean spun back to the car. Where was Sam? Dean looked around trying to find his brother, but nothing. "Sam!" Dean looked out at the desert again hoping maybe he'd see his brother, but he wasn't there. "Sam." It was more of a whisper than a word.

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