I own nothing. Sequel to 'On the Open Road'. Enjoy!

"We're almost there right Dean?" Sam said looking over at me.

"Yeah Sammy," I said smiling softly, "We'll be there soon."

"Okay," he said yawning.

"Go to sleep," I said calmly.

I watched Sam as he fell asleep. My eyes had been trained on Sam ever since I found out he wanted to kill himself. I knew that he said he didn't do things like that anymore.

I wanted to believe that he would never do something like that again, but I couldn't. With this job we never really took a break and just calmed down from the hunts we went on.

I had to give us more time between hunts. Sam needed some sort of stability, he always had needed that stability. Now it was my responsibility to get that stability to Sam's life.

When we got to Bobby's house I needed to talk to Sam and see if he wanted to have a place to go to when we took time away from hunting. That should help Sam and me a lot.

Hunting had been a hug part of my life for years and it was something that I always thought I would do. I thought I would die while I was on a hunt, but I was getting tired.

I would never let myself not hunt, at least not yet, but having a little down time once in awhile would be a good thing. A place to stay that I didn't have to pay for every time would be a nice thing.

Now, I just had to see if that's something that Sam could ever want. I had to do something to make sure that Sam would never think of hurting himself again. I couldn't ignore this whole thing.

Going to Bobby's house was a good idea. It just gave us a little time to breath and think. I just didn't know how long we were going to stay there, but I couldn't think anymore when my cell phone rang.

"Hey Bobby," I said looking at Sam, "What do you need?"

"I got a case for you," Bobby said calmly.

"Bobby," I said sighing.

"What is it?" he asked confused.

"Sam and I were on our way to your house," I said running a hand through my hair.

"Sorry Dean," he said firmly, "But this case needs to be gone."

"Alright," I said moving to shake Sam, "Sam, get up. Bobby got us a case."

"Dean," Sam said waking up slowly.

"Come on Sammy," I said putting the phone on speaker, "Bobby tell us about the hunt."

"Okay," Bobby said clearing his throat, "In this town a bunch of people are dying. All the signs are there, but I can't find out what is killing all of these people. So far over fifteen people have died."

"Do we have a time period?" Sam asked yawning.

"All of the deaths have happened within the past three weeks," Bobby said slowly.

"Basically a death a day," I said shaking my head, "Have you talked to anyone?"

"No," Bobby said softly.

"Are the deaths linked at all?" Sam asked giving me a confused look.

"No," Bobby said instantly, "Just go check it out. I know something is there. Now you guys need to figure out what."

"Okay," Sam said smiling sadly at me.

"Talk to you later Bobby," I said hang up, "Sorry Sammy."

"It's fine Dean," he said looking out the window, "How long will it be until we get to the town?"

"An hour," I said turning the radio up slightly.

"Okay," he said nodding.

I let out another sigh and drove faster. I wanted to get this over with. I had a plan that I thought would be great, and now I had to do this hunt. I knew that there was no way for me to get away from the hunt, but I wished we could have just taken a break.

I never blamed Dad for dragging us into this fight. It was that damn demons fault. But I had to agree with Sam that he didn't do everything he could do to help us. He didn't give Sam what he needed.

Dad always was there for me no matter what. I never questioned him, at least not out loud. Anyway, if I kept Dad happy then I could keep Sammy happy. Sam being happy and safe was all that mattered.

I failed. Sam wrote a note to me explaining why he killed himself. If he was happy and safe than he would never had written something like that. I had failed Sam and I hated that.

I might have failed Sam then, but I had time to make it up. I was going to make it up to him. It was almost too late for me to make it up to Sam, but I hoped that I could still make it up to him.

I was never one to do emotions, but Sam was. Sam was always wanting to talk about feelings. I usually pushed him away. That wasn't good for him. He needed someone who was there for him.

Jess was there for him. She was there for him in ways that I couldn't. Now she was gone and I was the only person that was there for Sam. I just needed to figure out how.

Sam knew how much I hated talking about feeling. This was going to be difficult for me. And the first thing I had to do was get this hunt over with. Once the hunt was over I could figure things out.

This hunt was the one thing that was messing things up with us. We had to figure this hunt out quickly. Then we could go to Bobby's house and figure everything that we needed out.

"Sam," I said pulling into the town, "It's too late to do anything. Let's get something to eat."

"Alright," Sam said nodding his head.

"Sammy," I said sighing, "I had an idea."

"That's never good," he said laughing.

"I know," I said smiling.

"So, what was your idea?" he said ordering his food.

"Maybe we should take a break," I said crossing my arms.