Watched
It had been three months. Three long months of returning demons, spirits and monsters to hell. Sixty three in all. Sam was beaten down, worn out. He'd lost track of his visions at one-hundred-twelve.
Dean was constantly worried about him, his health, his growing abilities, and the ever darkening circles under his hazel eyes. He knew his baby brother needed rest, comfort and love.
"Where are we going, Dean?" Sam asked, glancing over through half closed eyes, not bothering to lift his head off the seat back.
"Don't worry about it. Get some sleep."
Sam didn't ask more or argue. He just turned his head toward the window and closed his eyes with a weary sigh.
Dean had been driving for hours after Sam went to sleep. He was a six-foot-one ache. The Impala needed gas, and Dean was burned out. A quick stretch and I'll get him where he needs to be. Dean pulled off the road into a gas station. Getting out, he closed the door softly, not wanting to wake Sam. He put the filler nozzle in the neck of the gas tank and turned it on. Dean stood back and stretched, earning several cracks from various bones in his body.
"Man, I'm twenty-eight and I feel like I'm ninety." He muttered. The pump shut off. He replaced the nozzle and went inside. He grabbed a coffee and some food; paying for his purchases and the gas with cash. Ripping into his millionth bag of peanut M&M's, he retreated a little bit from the car. He needed some air. Sam slept.
Twenty minutes later Dean was back on the open road, on his way towards getting his baby brother what he needed. Dean passed a road sign some two hours later and had to smile.
"Soon, Sammy." He whispered. Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of a very familiar building. A building with gray siding that held warm memories of laughter and friendly card games.
"Sammy?" Dean leaned over and gently shook him awake.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Sam looked around, realization of where he was bringing him fully awake. He looked at Dean and caught him in a hug.
"Thank You." He was out of the car, and sprinting to the door of the building. And all Dean could do was smile. Sam opened the office door silently and was greeted by a head of wavy dark blonde hair bent over a desk.
"Hi." She jumped, looking up.
"Sam!" She was out of the chair and in his arms. Kira. His Kira. He caught her in an embrace, swinging her off the floor. She giggled and locked her mouth to his, stealing his breath. He set her back on her feet and returned the kiss, burying both hands in her thick hair. It had almost returned to the length it was the last time he'd seen her; before he'd had to cut it.
Kira felt the heat Sam was putting into the kiss. She was burning up herself, but Sam pulled away, leaning his head low to rest it on her shoulder.
"Dean's outside." He said struggling to catch his breath; to contain the fire seeing her again had started in his blood. "Can we get a room?"
"Same one as last time is open." She picked up on his thoughts. It was easier now than before. He loved his brother, but needed time away, too. It had been three months of hard demon fighting, close quarters, and exhaustion. She smoothed his now longer hair out of his eyes, soothing as she did.