Holding his breath, Dean looked at Sam’s reddened skin which appeared far less serious than he’d first thought. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t been hurt in ways that didn’t show, and the way Sam kept avoiding looking at him had him worried about just that.

A part of him wanted to shake the truth, the whole truth out of Sam. Make him tell whether he’d fought off the assault and was just freaked or… Another part of him could see his brother was about to crack, and he couldn’t let that happen.

Teeth gritted together, he jutted his chin toward the door of the cafeteria. “Go eat your breakfast.” His tone brooked no argument, and luckily, Sam didn’t offer him any. His jaw throbbed as he watched his brother go inside. He felt impotent. Unable to even demand details so he could find whoever had done this to Sam.

Sonovabitch. SONofabitch. He was almost in his car when he turned and punched the tree next to it. The rough bark grazed the skin off his knuckles. There was a little blood, and good sting… but he still felt like killing something. Knowing he’d be impossible around Sam right now, he got into the car and drove off at breakneck speed.

When Dean told him to go eat his breakfast, seemed to accept that he was really no worse for the wear, Sam nodded and walked past him toward the diner.
Sam had no intention of eating, he wasn't even sure he could keep anything down, but he would go in and get some coffee.
Hearing the Impala start up as soon as Sam walked inside, he turned and looked out the window. Perfect. Now Sam could go back and do some research on this Alp and try to figure out what the hell he could do to get rid of the thing once and for all, and maybe figure out if there was something else he could do besides give in to Dean when he was possessed.

Sam got his coffee to go and headed back to the motel.
Once there, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Setting his coffee on the table he pulled out his laptop and powered it up, as he removed his jacket.
It was friggin hot out side and Sam was sweating bad with that jacket on.

Once he was more comfortable, Sam sat down in front of the laptop and began to look up more about these Alps.
Time ticked by and soon he felt his eyes growing heavy. Looking at the computer's clock, he saw it was 5:30 already.
That fact made him frown. Where had Dean gone off to, all day long?
Sam sat back from the computer and ran a hand down his face, stretched and yawned, before pulling from his chair and walking over to his bed.
He hadn't really found much that was new about Alps, just that the ritual they used was ancient and it should have worked, something must have went wrong.

Sam laid back on his bed, feet still on the floor and sighed.
He'd rest for a second and then go back to work researching some more.
He really hadn't gotten much sleep the night before being so freaked out and now he didn't seem able to stop yawning.
He closed his eyes and before he even knew it, Sam was sound asleep.