Title- Just Another Hunt

Series- Supernatural

Disclaimer- I do not own

Warning(s)- N/A

Character(s)/Pairing(s)- Sam, Dean

Rating- K+

"What can I say Sammy. They just can't get enough of my animal magnetism." Dean gloated as he dropped the packet of lit matches into the make-shift grave. The accelerant catching immediately, hot flame eating ravenously at the ugly-as-shit Harpies.

Sam stared back at his brother with disbelief and skepticism.

"Yeah. That's exactly what that was." he'd like to say he was saying it to just say it. To start the after hunt-banter early, but overall, he spoke just so he didn't have to hear what else his brother had to say about his awesome good-looks. God did Dean ever know how to rant about how boyishly handsome he was. How the hell did he wind up with such a narcissistic ass of a brother? Could someone tell him? His dad hadn't known and he sired him.

Dean just smiled back, all teeth. Like he knew what the hell he was thinking.

"Admit it Sammy, women can't resist me." That smile grew, and god, what a gruesome sight his brother made. Mouth bloody, split lip, possibly broken nose (which yes, was also bleeding), dislocated shoulder (that Sam just realised he should probably fix), a twisted ankle and splattered here and there with Harpy goo. Where as apposed to him. Who was clean of any gore. Who only received a nasty bump to the head (no concussion). And to nicely top it off- a severely bruised thumb. The thumb injury hadn't even happened during the hunting of Harpy bitches. It happened in the motel room... two days ago... when they first checked in... against the side table... as he flopped- arms thrust out like wings- down onto his designated bed. Suffice to say Sam wouldn't be falling on a bed like that ever again.

Dean dared to let out a contented sigh. Eyes shut, giving no outward indication that his injuries were even bothering him. Actually relishing in the warmth of their fiery pit of Harpy death in the (admittedly) nice cool beginnings of a beautiful day. He was even taking in the air like it didn't faintly smell of burning dead carcasses; Like he just stepped out of that horribly disintegrated house behind them to get ready for a freaking morning run. You know like it was- like it was normal. And okay it kinda is. Well not the ramshackle house- but...

It's wrong.

They're in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere after driving from bum-fuck nowhere. And Sam was freaking exhausted after worrying so much and no sleep. After having to quickly locate the stupid Harpies lair (Dean demanded it be called lair cause it sounded more awesome), he had to locate them because they were stupid enough to take Dean from him. Having to fight and kill them (Dean helped, but he's just saying) And then he had to dig the damn pit so it could fit the four of them. And he was so damn relieved that Dean was okay... well, okay until they found Sam trying to take him away- but that's not the point. Dean was gone a day, and he wasn't even supposed to fit their MO. They were supposed to want someone like him. Not that he's jealous, it's just that they were prepared for them targeting him. Not Dean. He was so scared. The way those other victims turned up... it was... it hadn't even been that much to go by.

And Dean, Dean was acting- well... like Dean, and...

"Y-OW!" Dean yelped clutching back his immobile arm. "What the fuck Sam! Warn a guy next time."

"Jerk." Sam mumbled making a make-shift sling out of his shirt.

Face softening, Dean turned away from the dying fire.

"Bitch."

A/N

So I was in class, and lets face it, I was bored, so I started this. At first it was going to be through how Dean saw things, but then Sam popped out of nowhere and took riegn. Did I do his 'voice' okay? Is it good?

I hoped you enjoyed!

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