Ben starts taking the bus to school, again. He's never felt comfortable in the Impala anyway: the one time he made for the passenger door Dean gave him a look that made him cold to the bone.

Mom barely touches Dean anymore, which Ben is totally happy with. It still dredges something ugly up in his gut when Mom leans over his body when he's sitting out on the porch, when she reaches out to brush her fingers over his left shoulder. Dean reacts almost explosively, throwing her arm off hard enough to unbalance her. Ben's out of his chair just in time to see Mom right herself and take two steps back. Dean is on his feet and walking backwards, one hand clutched over his shoulder.

An hour later Dean is packing up.