"Hey," Sam calls as he steps through the door of the motel room. He sets a plastic bag down on the table and walks over to the mirror, running a hand through his hair. Dean looks up from his laptop.
"Hey. Got anything?" Sam groans and makes a face. Dean watches him carefully. "Sammy?"
"Yeah." Sam mutters and falls back onto his bed, his hands over his face.
He had been at the library trying to figure out what they were dealing with on their case. "I think it's some kind of greek or egyptian god. What about you?"
"I got jack." Dean sighs. "Okay, you ready to go?"
Sam sits up. "Go? Where?"
"Um… The morgue? Dead guy? The fun part, remember?"
Sam moans and flops back on his face. Dean looks at him, concerned.
"Sammy? What's up, man?"
"Argh… Nothing, I'm fine. Let's go." Sam starts to make for the door, but Dean steps in his way.
"You are not fine. Now we are gonna sit down, little brother, and have a little heart-to-heart here, because you are anything but fine."
"Dean, come on man…" Sam whines, but he complies and sits back down on the edge of his bed. He doesn't want to tell his brother about that girl at the library, but he knew Dean would force it out of him. They knew each other too well.
"So, spit it out. What's up?" Dean prompts, leaning on his hand. Sam clears his throat awkwardly.
"I'm just a little…. distracted?" He mutters awkwardly.
"Oh, Sammy, is it a girl?" Dean teases. Sam blushes.
Not just a girl, Sam thinks. I can't freaking think!
He blushes. "Her name is Hailey."
Dean claps his hands together loudly, chuckling. "I knew it. She was at the library, wasn't she?"
Sam nodded, his head in his hands. Dean smirks.
"Well, in that case, I think we have some more research to do."