20 Questions

Sam looked up from the local newspaper he was reading and stared at his brother. His hands were white because he was gripping the steering wheel too tight. Sam had been debating with himself on wheather he should comfront Dean about his latest observations. He couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't like his brother, he couldn't just hold in his fears and emotions.

"Dean?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.

"Dean." He repeated more forcefully when Dean didn't answer him.

"What?" Dean mumbled. Still not taking his eyes off the road.

Dean weighed the words in his head. He just could find an easy way to bring it up.

"What's up with you, man?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean?" Dean said, while barely moving his lips.

"We need a new job, right?" Sam stated.

"Right."

"And we both agreed that we should go to Clarkdale, Arizona because there have been 5 main fires, 2 earthquakes, and 12 dead bodies with all of their blood drained in the past three months, right?" Sam pushed,

"Right."

"And yet, since we decided that we're going to go to Clarkdale, you've been really quiet and really..." Sam searched for the right word. "Nervouse" He concluded.

Dean just sighed in egknowledgement.

"Come on man, I want to know what's wrong with Clarkdale." Sam persisted.

"It's fine Sammy... I'll be fine." Dean said, trying to end this game of 20 questions.

Sam decided to drop it for now. In three more hours they should be in Clarkdale and maybe then he'll figure out what's upsetting Dean. He'd never seen his brother like this before. Dean was the rock. Nothing go to him. And anything that did had to be pretty huge to break through Dean's emotional wall.