Dean heard the tone of Sam’s voice and only just managed to suppress a sigh. He just didn’t know how to make things better. They were dancing round each other, neither of them truly knowing what to say to the other and that bothered Dean on so many levels. Sometimes these days, being around Sam was like being around a complete stranger and Dean wasn’t kidding himself that Sammy felt any different.
He got into the unfamiliar passenger side of his beloved car and settled himself down, rolling up a jacket to serve as a pillow. “Just wake me if you want a break.” He knew Sam most likely wouldn’t and he was secretly grateful for that. The bang on the head was making him feel like hell and sleeping seemed like the best thing he could do right now.