Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I actually uploaded this Fanfiction on Wattpad first, but thought I'd try this platform out as well. Feedback would be great! I hope you guys like it. I know this first chapter is short, but the others are longer!

Chapter One: Packing Up

Dean expelled a sigh, their case was finally over! Where there was usually genuine relief and maybe even cause for a small celebration, Winchester style, this wasn't one of those times. Dean knew they'd been lucky to get out of it alive, and to make matters even worse, they'd lost someone along the way. Staying put in the same town for a while, for a case, was usually a quite welcome change. The downside to have a case stretch out over a couple of weeks was, however, that you got to know people. You got close to people with whom you'd never had a relationship with otherwise. Be it local law enforcement, witnesses, families, or people that came to relate to the case as it progressed. Dean was cradling a six pack of beer in his arms, along with two brown paper bags, he felt a million times lighter today than he had the day before. "What a difference a day makes, huh?" He chuckled to himself. He managed to knock on the door with his elbow.

"Lemme in," he called towards the door. He could hear Sammy shuffling around in there. "I've got food," he added.

Within seconds his younger brother Sam opened the door, but quickly turned around and continued with his packing. Dean couldn't exactly blame him, they'd been stuck in this motel room for so long, and he was itching to get back on the road too, but not until he had some food in him, he was starving. He started unloading the content of the brown paper bags onto the table: the two hamburgers, the carton of fries, and the condiments. When he was done he grabbed one of the beer cans and opened it up, it was still a bit cold; just the way he liked it. "Mm," a sigh of content came from the hunter's lips as he took a greedy sip of the beer.

"Y'wanna eat?" He glanced over at his brother who was still busy packing.

Just watching him made Dean shake his head, Sam was such a neat freak. He always insisted on folding everything carefully into his duffel bag, even when it'd end up getting tossed around in the trunk of the car anyway. When Sam didn't respond, he just shrugged and started folding away the paper around one of the burgers before he took a big bite. "Now this is..." he said in appreciative tone, still chewing.

"Hey, Sammy, c'mon. The sooner we eat; the sooner we can get the hell outta here."

Eventually Sam stopped packing and sauntered over to the table, still without saying a word. Dean groaned, his brother was obviously in a mood and even if he knew what had contributed to it, it made him feel uncomfortable. This wasn't how Sam usually were, then again, their cases rarely ended this way.

"Hey man, I know that—"

"Dean, I really don't wanna talk about it, okay?"

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