It was supposed to be a fun road trip, their first after getting back together.

Something light, something angst-free.

So four hours into it when Sam hadn't spoken one word, Dean felt himself getting pissed.

It was something that had been happening a lot lately.

One look at Sam, one look from Sam, and it made his blood boil.

He knew it wasn't entirely Sam's fault, but still he couldn't shake the anger…rage.

The apocalypse was here.

And his baby brother had started it.

Well, he blamed Sam, but that wasn't really right because…

He had started it.