A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
What is man? A miserable little pile of secrets. – Andre Malraux
The Impala was covered in a light blanket of big, fluffy flakes. Not bothering to uncover her, Dean got into the driver's side and fumbled out a crumpled cigarette pack. Lighting up, he drew in a lungful of smoke, studied the tiny bonfire on the end of the cigarette, and concentrated on not thinking.
Sam lay awake in bed, waiting for Dean to come back. This ended tonight. He'd tried to wait until Dean came out with it himself, but that wasn't working. He had to get Dean to admit to killing Amy, or his brother was going to end up dead.