Closing his finished book silently, Cain rose from his seat and stepped back inside the quiet motel room. He only had a second to stuff his book in his bag before Sam woke, and he was just zipping it up when Sam rolled over and opened his eyes.

Please don't say anything, please don't say anything, Cain thought silently.

"What were you doing outside?" Sam asked.

Dammit.

"I was just getting some fresh-air. I had a bad dream…" Cain explained, only half-lying.

"Oh, Cain," Sam cooed, his eyebrows knitted with worry, "do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I mean… it wasn't that bad, I just needed to clear my head."

Sam raised a single eyebrow in slight disbelief.

"He's lying, you know. About the dream not being bad? It was bad. You're welcome," Luci said.

Ignoring him, Sam said, "Cain? Why don't you wait for me in the car. I'll be there in a minute."

When Cain was out the door, Sam turned to Lucifer and said, "What do you mean 'it was bad'?"

"I mean it was a grade-A nightmare. If Satan made nightmares, they would be like this. OH WAIT," Luci said.

"Goddammit, Lucifer! I told you to stop giving that boy nightmares! He has enough shit to deal with as it is."

"Yeah, like the murder of his parents? He won't forget about that, you know. That boy has Winchester blood. In a few years, revenge will be the only thing he knows," Lucifer said.

Sam sighed. He knew Luci was right, he just didn't want to think about it. Sam had been so lonely in those six years when Dean was gone, and Lucifer was hardly a good companion. And the boy looked so much like Dean, it was easy to pretend that he wasn't gone. It was even easier to pretend that everything was the way it was supposed to be; that he and Dean were young and on the road. Together.

When he had gone to kill that woman, Cain's mother, that was all he had intended to do; kill the bitch, get out. The boy was a fluke, one he would've taken care of if he had done it quick enough, if he hadn't noticed that the boy had Dean's eyes. And, of course, if Dean hadn't come home, Sam still would've killed him. But knowing he was Dean's son, and seeing the resemblance, it was over. No matter how much he denied it, no matter how much he tried to hate him, he missed Dean so much.

Sam sighed and glared a Lucifer, said, "Stop giving that boy nightmares." And walked out the door.

Cain was waiting for him in the passenger seat of the old Impala, another book in his hand.

"You better not be reading another one of those fiction books again. What have I told you about research?" Sam demanded.

" 'You never know what will be important, so just make sure you know all of it'," Cain deadpanned.

"Right. So what is this shit you're reading?"

"It's called The Hobbit. Technically, it is research, because it has lore about elves, dwarves, and dragons," Cain explained, embellishing the truth a little.

"Is it one of the books I've given you to read?"

"No."

"Then why are you reading it?" Sam demanded.

"Because I bored, Sam! I don't like this life! I don't like being on the road, I don't like learning the lore, and I don't like you!" Cain snapped.

Sam was eerily quiet, focusing on the road more intently than he needed to, and Cain mentally smacked himself.

"Well that was mean," Luci said from the back seat.

"Shut up," Sam said.

"What?" Cain asked.

Sam ignored Cain, and instead glared a Luci in the rearview. Cain turned back to his book, but before he could remove the book mark, Sam rolled down the window and tossed the book through it.

"What the hell?" Cain yelled.

"That was shit, Cain. I don't care if you're bored; you need to learn the lore from the books I give you, not whatever fiction shit you want to read," Sam said.

This is bullshit, Cain thought.

"Cain thinks this is bullshit," Luci said.

"This isn't bullshit, Cain; this is necessary. When are you going to learn that?" Sam said.

Cain was silent as he wondered how much worse this whole situation could get.

A/N~ sorry for the short chapters! The longer chapters and plot developments are on their way!