Dean got out of the car slowly, still dizzy from headache that had plagued him since the previous night. Things like this...? Well, he used to just shrug them off but this time it wasn't so easy. He was tired of this life, had been for too long but there was no way he could give it up. Especially not now. Not after what Sam had brought about.
He wandered slowly into the building, trying to summon up the energy to care. Because the truth was, it was getting harder and harder. He wasn’t kidding himself that he hadn’t had to fight before, but now it seemed even more important and vital that he kept going. He just didn’t know how to. Last night, sitting in a motel room watching zombie movies had seemed like heaven to him. He’d known people were in danger but he was just too weary to run off and help the way he always would have done in the past. It was the whole being forced to fight thing that he was having trouble before. Conveniently forgetting that he had never had had a choice in the past, not really, he was all too focussed on how he had to keep going now. Being injured didn’t matter.
He slipped through the doors, seeing Sam immediately and moved to stand by his brother. Happy to let him do the talking for once, he briefly introduced himself, then took a back seat.