"Oh, come ON" Dean said and sighed, turning over in his bed. He punched his pillow once and let his head fall down onto it. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. But it was too damn quiet. He had grown used to Sam's soft snoring, or his father poring over books late into the night that he just couldn't go to sleep without either, but he missed Sam's quiet snoring the most.
Dean hadn't heard from John in weeks and he guessed that something was up. Even though his father had always taught them that he was the lone wolf, he wasn't crazy enough to not call for help if he needed it.
He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling of the motel room. The cars passing outside threw everything into a sharp relief and shadows played all around the room. Dean knew he was safe, having had put thick salt lines on all the windows and doors, but it didn't stop him from keeping his custom handguns and a flask of holy water under his mattress.
Another car passed by and for a moment, he taught he heard the lock turning at the front door. He sat up, hopeful, but nothing happened. Must have been the wind.
Dean sighed again and got out of bed, rubbing his eyes and turning on a small light at the dining table that was serving as his gun cleaning area. He grabbed a bottle of beer and sat in one of the chairs at the table. He looked across the table at the other empty chair. He thought of Sam, what he would be doing, how he was, whether he missed Dean.
Sighing and looking down, he took a long drink of beer.
After a few minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore, he got up, put on a pair of jeans, grabbed his jacket and exited the room. One he got out, he made his way to the Impala and leaned against the hood of the car, looking up at the Moon. It was a clear night and the moon was a perfect circle, bathing the night in a soft glow. He looked up at the Moon and put his hands into his jacket pockets. "Sammy…" he said quietly.
A thousand and who-the-hell-really-cares miles away, Sam lay in bed, Jessica hugging his waist. He knew she was asleep and he knew that he wasn't going to sleep any time soon. It was just too quiet.
He got out of bed, sliding easily out of Jess' grasp. He padded down the hallway of his apartment and went into the kitchen. He took out a bottle of orange juice and went to stand by the dining table. Taking a sip of the juice, he looked at the two chairs and felt a hollow feeling in his chest.
Sam turned away from the table, trying to make the feeling go away, but it just got worse as he looked around his apartment. New, fully furnished, he had everything he ever wanted, so why did he feel like he had lost the most important thing in the world?
Looking down, he went to one of the bay windows and leaned on the glass, pressing his forehead to the glass and closing his eyes. The cool glass reminded Sam of Dean, how he would constantly be asking Sam to hand him a bottle of beer with that stupid perfect smirk of his. Sam smiled and chuckled, straightening up and looked out the window.
There was a full Moon tonight, perfectly round and throwing everything into an eerily pale world. Sam looked out the window at the Moon and put a hand on the window. "Dea…"