The nights air was cold. The leather of Dean's jacket appeared to be doing very little to shield him from the bite of it, though he barely noticed. It had been far too long since Dean had last seen his brother. Four years, two since their last phone call. Ever since the argument between the younger of the two and their father, the bond tying Sam to his family appeared to have dissipated.
The moonlight casted murky shadows over the chevy Impalas' black paintwork and Dean's arms were folded as he leaned against its hood. He knew that Sam would not be very receptive to his interuption of the life that he had built for himself at college, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Dean was doubtlessly beyond desperate now, their father's disappearance a couple of weeks ago had left him shaken and alone. He was hoping that Sam would put aside their old differences, and help him find their dad.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Dean walked up to his younger brothers front door, and rapped on the glass pane. There was a half formed thought in the back of his head that he should of booked himself into a motel over night and done this in the morning, rather then at half twelve at night.
The moonlight casted murky shadows over the chevy Impalas' black paintwork and Dean's arms were folded as he leaned against its hood. He knew that Sam would not be very receptive to his interuption of the life that he had built for himself at college, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Dean was doubtlessly beyond desperate now, their father's disappearance a couple of weeks ago had left him shaken and alone. He was hoping that Sam would put aside their old differences, and help him find their dad.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Dean walked up to his younger brothers front door, and rapped on the glass pane. There was a half formed thought in the back of his head that he should of booked himself into a motel over night and done this in the morning, rather then at half twelve at night.