Dean chose a direction at random and started driving. It really didn't matter where they went right now. They had enough money to stay in a motel a night or two if they needed while they figured things out.

He thought about reaching for Sam's hand, but the way his brother was all curled up on himself in his seat like that made him think he might not be welcome to right now. He held a little tighter to the steering wheel and tried to focus on putting some miles between them and Stanford.