Water and Liquor
A/N: This is set after Season 2, after Dean sells his soul to bring Sam back. OR after the trials and Gadreel was possessing Sam. Either way, bad stuff happened to Sam, he's recovering, they want to take a break. No spoilers :)
"Dude, THIS is AWESOME!", Dean told Sam after taking off his sunglasses to wink at a voluptuous Asian wearing a bikini. "This is like live Busty Asian Beauties," he continues as he watches the woman walking away, deliberately swaying her hips for Dean before looking back to send him a sultry smile.
Sam sits up, looks at his brother and then looks to where Dean is looking. Sam rolls his eyes and lies back down, feeling the tropical sun on his skin. The warm air, fine sand, palm trees and splashing of the waves were very relaxing, his brother, however, wasn't. "Go Dean", he said exasperatedly.
"What?"
"Just go."
"And leave you here? Alone?" Dean says as he fakes a frown. "Who would watch over poor little Sammy?", he teases Sam, making light of his concern for his recovering little brother.
"I'd rather be alone than listen to you make comments about women every time one passes by."
At that moment, a woman walks up to Sam and asks him flirtatiously, "Hey, wanna join us?". She points to where three of her attractive friends are playing in the water. She eyes Dean, too, and says, "You're welcome to come, too."
Dean looks over at Sam who didn't even look up and smiles widely up at her, "Well, it would be too rude to refuse." Sam feels him stand up and walk away. He sighed, finally some peace and quiet.
Sam jerks up as the cold water wet his ankles. He looks around and remembers where he was. Beautiful, he said to himself as he looks are the setting sun that colored the sky orange, pink and purple. The air was getting colder so he gathers their things and starts his way back to their hotel.
A very drunk Dean stumbles back into their room around 2am, literally. He can barely hold himself up; Sam wonders how he even got up two flights of stairs, or used the key to open the door.
"You know, Sammy," Dean slurs, barely understandable as Sam picks him up on the floor, "bad things always – hic – happen to us. We do our – hic – best at our – hic – job. We deserve – hic – this once in a while." Dean slumps back to the floor unconsciously.
"Sure, Dean," Sam replies, kinder than he would have had Dean been awake. Sam pulls him up off the floor and places Dean on the bed.
"Good morning!" Sam greets Dean who fell off the bed in surprise. Sam opens the windows wide to let the light in.
"What? What? Where I am?" Dean asks as he looks around, blinking his eyes quickly to adjust to the brightness of the room. "What time is it?"
"It's 10 o'clock."
"Stop shouting," Dean moans as he climbs back up the bed, "10? Why'd you wake me up? Ow! My head!" He lies back down.
"I got you coffee," Sam places the coffee on the table next to the window. "We're hiking!"
A/N: It's just the way I write. I set the background for the story in the first chapter and introduce the conflict in the next. Please bear with me.