*Author's Note*
I've recently got obsessed with Supernatural and this is (a very short and probably badly written) chapter one to "A Little Piece Of Heaven." I'll try and make the next few chapters more interesting and a lot longer, but I need some feedback. (-: CRITICISM IS WELCOME!
"Dean hurry up! We're gonna' be late, dumbass!" Dean could vaguely hear his brother shouting at him from downstairs, but the comfort of his bed was also incredibly inviting. "I will leave without your sorry ass if you don't get up within the next 5 minutes!"
Dean groaned, going to turn over and instead managing to fall out of the opposite side of his bed, barely missing his bedside table. "DEAN!" Sam shouted, his fingers drumming on the banister of the stairs as he sighed frustratedly; his brother was too lazy and demotivated to be a college student. "Okay okay Sammy I'm getting up, fucking hell."
The older Winchester stood up and rubbed his head, yawning and stretching in front of his mirror. For someone so lazy, he really did have "abs of steel" as he'd brag to his brother.
With his boxers slung low on his hips he walked towards his wardrobe, pulling out an "AC/DC: Back In Black" printed shirt and also a plaid shirt to go over the top. He also slung on his combat boots and then his signature leather jacket as he walked from his room.
Running his hands though his hair he yawned again and trudged into the bathroom, cleaning his teeth and checking his appearance in the mirror. After spraying some deodorant he walked down the stairs to be greeted by Sam, who wore an unamused expression. "Keep your hair on brother we aren't late yet." The elder Winchester laughed, knocking his brother on the shoulder with his fist before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water and swigging from it. Sam followed him into the room, leaning on the counter across from his brother and watching him.
He'd always been slightly jealous of Dean. He treasured him as a family member and loved him dearly, but of the two, dean was always the more popular one. He had an air of "bad boy" surrounding him wherever he went. What, with his leather jacket, short spiked hair, skinny jeans and that constant smirk plastered to his well framed face...
"Sammy? Hey brother you in there?" Dean laughed, waving a hand in front of his brothers face before walking towards the door. The smirk was there once again as he went. "Come on brother, don't want to be late!" The brunette mocked, opening the front door and walking out. Sam growled, grumbling something incoherent before getting up and following. "Yeah, yeah."