Dean glanced into the rearview mirror, checking the road behind him.
That wasn't how life worked, but that didn't stop him from fearing, and the fact Sam didn't say anything either told him that he probably wasn't the only one feeling like this.
Maybe that would explain why he was staring at it now as though it would hold the answer to every question in the universe.
I'm sure we'll be able to figure it all out.
He watched the others as they continued talking, glancing conspirative at him every couple of moments.
A soft whisper noise filled his ears, little more than white noise, but it was enough to make his chest loosen and sleep started hurtling towards him like a freight train.