Dean flops heavily down on his stomach, burying his face in the latest motel's pillow with a mixture of frustration and amusement. "Sam, I swear, if you took my socks again, I'll hack your computer. Not that I won't do that anyway, but I'll extra hack it this time.
Sam pops his head out of the bathroom, cheek distended by the toothbrush clutched between his teeth, lips smeared with toothpaste. "Nn, ihn mdw"-he pauses and removes the toothbrush-"I didn't take any of your stupid socks, you're just incapable of keeping track of anything except your weapons. Including your mind. You put them in your extra duffle bag, like, three hours ago. Seriously, dude, does organization mean anything to you?" He jumps back into the bathroom just in time to miss the boot thrown half-heartedly at his head. Dean's tired and grumpy from lack of sleep and hunger, legs stiff from sitting in the car for too long. When the door bangs he barely moves, just cracks an eye and puts his arm over his forehead, smashing his face into bed once more.
"Alright, that's enough, you two." John sidles in through the door, lugging two bulky suitcases and a Taco Bell bag. "I can hear you boys all the way out in the parking lot. Dean, you go wash your car-oil hands and then come grab some food. You too, Sam, take a break from your books and come eat something."
The thought (and scent) of greasy, fatty junk food rouses Dean enough for him to heave himself up, only to trip over his duffle with a curse. He shuffles into the tiny bathroom and blinks wearily at his reflection, staring sightlessly until Sam calls from the other room, "You done admiring yourself, princess? Magic mirror on the wall?"
Dean pulls a chair out from the table, wincing at the squeaking grate of wood on wood. "Yeah, well, you did a bit of preening yourself before that girl last week?" Sam grunts into his BLT burger, and Dean cackles wickedly as he unwraps his burger and fries, sprinkling them heavily with pepper.
John swallows audibly and looks up. "You two gonna be ok if I head out to Pastor Jim's for the night? We've got a clue for another case, but if we plan on figuring a plan that'll mean you two sit this one out."
Sam pretends to groan. "Dad, we're not kids any more, it'll be fine! You've gone off often enough, I can take care of Dean. Keep him out of trouble, huh Dean?" He grins at his brother, inviting a sparring match, but Dean won't take the bait.
"Aww, Sammy, you know I get all warm and fuzzy inside when you take control like that."
"Shut up, Dean."
"No need to be shy, Sammy. Don't hold back, little brother, just be yourself."
"Seriously, Dean?"
"That the best you've got, Son?"
"Dad!"
"Dad, just-no. Eww."'
"Maybe I should stay home and give you some tips-never gonna catch a girl going about it that way."
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"See ya, Dad."