Dean probably looked just as tired as Sam did, but he was at least going to admit that Sam looked worse. He had people who took care of him, people who made sure he got the sleep when he needed it, people who took care of the things that needed to be taken care of. Sometimes he was forced, sometimes he went willingly, but most of the time, any sleep he got was Castiel-induced before he could give an answer yay or nay.
He had only wanted to drop in at the diner quickly, pick up some food for himself and Gina, and continue moving on to the next destination. In and out, that was it. But seeing Sam standing there had him frozen behind the driver's side door, and Gina looking between the two of them, as though she was waiting to see what would happen.
"Dean?" It was quick, tentative, before speaking up a little louder. "'ey! Space case!"
Dean's head snapped to her at that, before shaking his head slightly. "What?"
"I'm gonna go get the food," she replied, giving him a look. "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."
As Gina disappeared into the diner, Dean finally managed to close the door behind him and slid his hands in his pockets, before looking back at his brother. Three years. Three years without Sam, and Dean still wasn't sure if this was better or worse than it was when Sam was at Stanford. He liked to think worse, but to be honest, he really didn't know. But all there was now, was for him to say something and try and figure out what Sam's next move was going to be.
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He had only wanted to drop in at the diner quickly, pick up some food for himself and Gina, and continue moving on to the next destination. In and out, that was it. But seeing Sam standing there had him frozen behind the driver's side door, and Gina looking between the two of them, as though she was waiting to see what would happen.
"Dean?" It was quick, tentative, before speaking up a little louder. "'ey! Space case!"
Dean's head snapped to her at that, before shaking his head slightly. "What?"
"I'm gonna go get the food," she replied, giving him a look. "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."
As Gina disappeared into the diner, Dean finally managed to close the door behind him and slid his hands in his pockets, before looking back at his brother. Three years. Three years without Sam, and Dean still wasn't sure if this was better or worse than it was when Sam was at Stanford. He liked to think worse, but to be honest, he really didn't know. But all there was now, was for him to say something and try and figure out what Sam's next move was going to be.
"Hey, Sammy."