Her small hands rest in his hair and she struggles desperately to stop her tears from falling. This wasn't Dean. She had never seen this man before, not mentally. The Dean Winchester that her heart and mind was fully aware of would never show his vulnerable side to her, hell, he wouldn't show it to anyone...other than Sammy.

His frame begins to move and in seconds he has circled the entire motel room and is resting his elbows down on the tv set by the window, staring out into the parking lot. She stares down at her now bare hands, twiddling them together and glance up at his back every few moments.

It isn't until she hears his cracked hoarse voice that she realises he must remember her presence "...I don't know what to do, Brooke."

She nods, her hand wiping a fallen tear quickly "I know..." the whisper is barely audiable and her frame is now at his side, moving to rest her head against his hard shoulder.

He turns, placing a light kiss on the top of her head and his hand reaches unwillingly for hers, pulling her with him as he leans against the cabinet by the door, her full frame now resting in between his legs as her arms wrap tightly around his neck.

She couldn't leave, this was obvious now. He needed her and for once it was her turn to save him, to push him towards moving on from the loss of his younger brother. She hears him sigh into her hair and this sends a cold shiver down her spine.

"I'm gonna go get us something to eat..." She pulls back from him and places both hands on his shoulders, facing him fully now "..okay?"

He nods, although she knows he probably won't want to eat anything. As she settles her palm on the door knob, she turns back and meets his teary gaze again...

"I'll be back in a few minutes...Don't....please don't leave?" She's scared and he knows this. Dean has a habit of running out on her, usually to save some new damsel in distress, but this time she wants to comfort him, to save him.

He runs his hand over his short hair and shakes his head repeatedly "Where else can I go?"