Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural, and I'm not making any money from this fic

Summary: A little drabble on the events after Asylum

Warning(s): Spoilers up to and including episode ten

Author's Note: This is the third Supernatural drabble (finally). I hope people are finding these enjoyable to read – but these are written as much for myself as for other people, so… As long as people don't completely hate them

"No, I'm not in the caring, sharing kind of mood." Dean turned to get into the car, and I couldn't help noticing the way he was limping. I didn't really hear what else he said.

It wasn't like it really mattered.

I got into the car – on the passenger side – and closed the door, half-wondering if Kat and Gavin were going to be able to recover from what had happened. I hoped that they would be able to – but I was pretty certain that they had lost their innocence now.

Dean put the car into gear, and I glanced sideways at him. "You sure you don't want me to drive?"

"I already said that I'm fine." Dean kept his eyes on the road, but I could see the tightness in his jaw. We didn't talk much about emotional issues – but I know my brother better than anyone else, and I could see that what had happened had affected him.

What I had done.

Damn… This was so difficult. Dean's never been easy to apologise to – and this was quite a big thing. Nothing like that time when we were kids and got into that fighting match. This was so much worse.

I should have been able to fight it, to fight the doctor's possession. I shot my big brother with rock salt. I would have shot him with actual bullets as well.

If it wasn't for Dean's foresight in removing the bullets from the gun, he could have been dead by now.

"Huh? What are you doing?" I asked as I became aware of the fact that Dean was pulling the car over to the side of the road.

Dean parked the car, and looked hard at me. "You know, I don't want you to just sit there feeling so guilty and sorry for yourself."

"Hey, no chick flick moments." I threw his own words back at him.

Dean smirked at me. "Who said anything about chick flick moments? I just thought that maybe you should take a look at my chest. But if you don't want to…"

"Let me just get the stuff." I didn't care that we were on the side of the road – at least Dean actually wanted my help now.