Working Through Loss

[1st_psychic_kid]

With a cold beer in his hand for his brother, Sam decided that it was time for Dean to come back inside. His older brother had been working on the Impala all day and he knew that Dean had to have been tired. So he neared the car slowly, letting his shoes drag a little on the gravel so Dean knew he was coming.

He cleared his throat before coming around a stack of junkers to finally spot Dean under the hood of his beloved car. "Hey," he called out. "I brought you something to drink."