Disclaimer: Just for legal reasons, I do not own Supernatural or any related materials. Those belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. I do, however, hold creative rights on the characters Erin Foster, Kelsey Foster, Monroe and Viviane Arlington, and Marcus, and all materials related to said individuals.
The elder Winchester son rubbed his eyes and tried to concentrate at the blurred black line called a road in front of him. The '67 Impala swerved dangerously around a curve, disturbing the younger man sitting beside him.
"Watch the road, Dean!"
"That's what I'm trying to do, dumb ass!" The older brother managed to get the car back under control and traveling straight again.
Beside him, Sam ran his hand through his hair and snapped the laptop shut. He had been staring at the damn screen for over 3 hours now, and the words were beginning to move by themselves. He sighed.
"What now?"
Dean shot him a sideways glance. "What'd you mean?"
"I mean, what do we do now Dean? I've been searching for three hours on this stupid computer and I can't find one hunt that is even remotely close to us. I'm not one against driving all over hell, but I've got to get some sleep before we do a cross-country road trip. I'm beat, man."
Dean nodded once in agreement. This last hunt had been a bitch; three days with little sleep, chasing a damn vampire all over the woods. Usually, he'd just shake the sleep deprivation off and drive some more. But when they stopped for gas earlier, he had seen Sam's face -drawn, gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes- and knew that his younger brother wasn't going to last much longer unless he got some shuteye. Torn between wanting to hunt and his concern for Sam, he sighed.
"Fine. We're not far from the Roadhouse. We'll stop there and see if Ellen will, I don't know; let us camp out under a table or something."
Satisfied with a solution to their problem, he glanced over to check Sam's response and was surprised to see him smiling at him.
"What are you grinning like a jackass for?"
Sam's smile turned into a smirk as he opened the laptop again, apparently in better spirits. "You just want to see Jo again."
"What gave you that half-baked idea?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
Sam gave his brother the patented "Oh-come-on" look. "Dean, you watch her every time we're there. Every little move she makes." He turned his attention back to the computer screen.
"I don't even want to know what you're thinking when she's bending over to clean tables….."
The car swerved across the road as Dean turned to stare open-mouthed at his younger brother.
"Where the hell did that come from, Sam?!"
Sam looked up innocently at Dean, his hazel puppy-eyes shining. "What?"
Dean shook his head and focused on the road, grumbling under his breath. Beside him, Sam tried not to laugh at the fact that, for a brief moment, he saw a once in a lifetime event.
Dean Winchester- blushing.
Two hours later, at the ungodly hour of four-something in the morning, the Impala finally came to a rest in a familiar dirt parking lot. The two brothers drug themselves out of the car and stretched, resulting in a symphony of cracking joints and popping vertebrae. Sam stared at the building before them and groaned. While the idea to come here had seemed like a godsend in the car two hours ago, now it was beginning to look ridiculous.
"Dean", he started as the fair-haired man began walking towards the bar, "they probably aren't even here. It's 4 in the morning."
Dean waved a hand over his shoulder at his brother. "Then I'll sleep on the porch. I'm out of the car and I'm not getting back in it until I have at least 30 minutes of complete unconsciousness."
Sam hung his head in defeat and shuffled after his brother. Two things you never mess with Dean about: the car, and sleep.
Or sleeping in the car. Sam grimaced and hoped that Ellen or Jo (or god, even Ash) were here. Not that he minded sleeping in the Impala exactly, but he preferred not to have a gearshift in his ass cheek all night or to wake up to Dean mumbling sweet nothings to the backseat upholstery.
By the time he caught up with the older man, Sam could already see the dull residue of dismay in Dean's face. As quickly as it came it went, and the next minute Dean was stretched across the floorboards in front of the door with his pillow for a jacket.
"Why are you laying there?"
Dean looked up at his brother blatantly. "They definitely won't miss me if I'm laying here."
Rolling his eyes, Sam flopped down beside Dean and shoved his jacket under his neck. Uncomfortable but unable to fight the sleep that was creeping over him, he rolled over onto his stomach. With one arm and the jacket pillowing his head, he proceeded to pass out beside his brother, who was already snoring at deafening decibels.
Author's Note: Ok, this is my first Supernatural fic, so everybody just bear with me. And please, be nice when you review! I'm very fragile, people...