all duct tape and safety pins inside

And Dean understands, in that weird Dean way of his. Of course he does. He's your brother. So he stays on the phone with you, talking nonsense as you talk nonsense back and drift closer to unconsciousness. When you finally sleep, somewhere in the middle of Dean talking about how the Impala needs another tune-up, his voice slips into your dreams, and you dream of bloodstains and open roads, your brother beside you and the endless sky above.