Taken as a tag to Season 2 WIWSNB. I had this idea after listening to Nick Lachey song: All in my Head.

Disclaimer:: I don't own Supernatural or anything related to their... supernatural-ness...

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Comfort of Reality

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"You want to talk about it?" Sam asked, rolling over towards Dean. Dean had woken up at least four times in the past hour. Every time he would nod off, he would doze for a few minutes before jerking awake out of breath. "No, thank you" Dean snapped.

The motel room was dusty, dank, and one degree short of freezing. Sam had booked the hotel for a week and he had been staying there for the first three days while searching for Dean. It had been a long, long three days. No sleep and no leads whatsoever. Only by pure luck had Sam found him. But even now, it seemed like Dean was still lost. His eyes would open, but it was like he was stuck somewhere else.

"… I got you a cheeseburger, if you feel up to eating" Sam said and switched on the lamp next to his bed. Dean sat up and rubbed the back of his neck gingerly, "No, thanks…" he said and sighed deeply. He even still had the taste of the sandwich his mother had made him in his mouth. It was a simple sandwich, just ham, tomato and cheese… but it was without a doubt the best sandwich he's ever had. Sam sat up and turned to face him, "… Want a beer?" he suggested, getting up without waiting for the answer. When he got back, the two beers in hand, Dean was sitting up against the headboard. Sam handed the beer over and sat back down.

Dean hadn't opened the beer, he just kept staring at it, "She's the model, you know… was…" he muttered bitterly. Sam looked him over and narrowed his eyes, "Who?" he asked. "Carmen… the beer…. Figures the Djinn would know that" Dean said and snapped open the cap and took a swig. Carmen…. Every time she kissed him he could really feel her kiss. Each kiss was so longing and deep… loving. He'd forgotten how a kiss like that felt.

Sam stayed quiet. It was already 2am, but he wasn't about to complain. He was happy enough that he found Dean alive and breathing, getting Dean to indulge into the hateful quest of 'Chick Flick' was not going to be his main priority just yet. Sam knew Dean well enough that once Dean opened up, if anything would interrupt his brother, Dean would just shut up like an oyster and never keep open up again about it. He would just have to wait until Dean would eventually open up on his own steam. And he was happy to wait. He was even surprised that Dean had mentioned what happened in his 'Wish' so soon. Sam was sure that it would take Dean at least two weeks before treading into those waters would be safe. Fact that his brother was willing to talk about it now was scaring him.

"She said we could get married …", Dean snorted and rubbed his hand over face in frustration at the reality, "Carmen said that…She and I…. could have a family… a normal safe life". He took another sip of beer and turned it around in his hand as he ran his finger across the side, "And mom… man, she even still smelt like vanilla and cinnamon…. Heh.. that damn thing can read pretty deep" Dean said, suddenly turning his wistful tone into one of bitter sadness. Sam opened his own beer, "They are really powerful, Dean… it couldn't have been easy to-" he started, but the look in Dean's eyes told him to lay off. Dean shrugged after a moment, "It doesn't matter" is all he said and finished off his beer. Sam knew that pressing Dean further wouldn't help, so the pair of them just sat in silence for some time.

The younger hunter bit his lip, wanting so badly to say, 'You did the right thing. We're helping people… saving lives…. At the end of the day it's worth it' …..

…But after Dean had said, no more than two hours ago, "I wanted to stay …so bad", the comfort of reality pales in comparison.

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