They stopped at a motel along the way, and Dean glanced back over the top of the seat to see his brother in the back seat. He didn't know what to do at first, just sitting there watching him, before looking over at Gina again.

"I'll go get us a room. You eat," she sighed, sliding out of the car. She stretched, before letting a hand rest on the top of the door, and leaning over to look at him. "Talk to him, Dean. Whatever her may be doin' out there -- he's still your brother."

"Yeah," Dean nodded, reaching for the food to eat. "I know."