"Oi, Sammy. Wake up bitch" Dean called out to his sleeping brother who hadn't had a good night sleep in days after Jessica, his late girlfriend, met her horrible fate. Sam twists and turns, grunting sleepily waving his hand up at Dean to swipe him away. Much to his dismay, Dean doesn't move from his position. Before Sam knew it his covers were pulled right off him revealing his half naked body. He shivers at the sudden chill of the air, sitting up finally feeling groggy. His messy locks are all over the place, in front of his eyes, in his mouth.
"What...?" he moans sleepily "its five in the morning... Go back to sleep"
He pulls his covers back over his figure, burying his face in his pillow. "Don't call me Sammy, or bitch again. G'night jerk"
He takes this chance to attempt to fall back into his beautiful slumber. He closes his eyes but feels himself being dragged out of bed with a thump.
"I hope you haven't forgotten but with have to catch that thieving bitch otherwise we'll meet the worst fate possible. Now get your ass off that floor and get dressed so we can get our luck back by destroying that goddamned rabbit foot" Dean walks off into the bathroom to brush his teeth while Sam stands up to get ready. He rubs his eyes sleepily, yawning loudly. He goes into his closet, choosing something to wear which turns out to be a white shirt with a collar, a khaki green jacket and blue jeans with a brown belt to hold them up.
"I'm ready mom!" he just hears Dean laugh sarcastically
"Very funny Sammy" Sam groans, irritated by that nickname his older brother keeps giving him. "Let's go get that sunuva bitch." He walks out of the accommodation they stayed at getting into his car mounting the wheel with his hands. Sam slowly ambled out the door following after his brother, getting in next to him.
"I had a funny dream last night..." he yawned his words, he didn't mean to though.
"Oh for the love of- it's not about Jessica again is it?" He began "Sam we talked about this you need to let her go. There's nothing you coulda done to save her" He starts his car, driving down the slippery wet road.
"No... It was- how do I explain... Um, I think it was about someone I used to know.. before Jessica I mean" He massages the bridge of his nose trying to remember the details of the past.
"Oh? Was she hot?" Deans mouth curls into a mischievous smirk, looking at Sam from the corner of his eyes every so often.
"Hmm... Yes she was pretty; beautiful in fact. We had a thing but it didn't last, Rina... I think it was." He leaned back against his seat, sighing to himself in regards to just remembering you. He turns his head to look out the window where he just sees countless buildings and then trees. It gets boring after a while and sickening, so he sits up straight once more, leaning back again. "Wake me up when we're there" Sam contemplated. Dean nods at his request, continuing to watch the road.