Email: supernatural/angst/
Rated: T for language
Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine. It and everything in it belongs to lucky old WB.
Summary: Sam loses his brother…. Literally.
Sucky summary, I know, but hey! this is me.
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A low moan took Sam Winchester's attention away from the road in front of him. Holding his breath, his eyes flicked to the passenger seat, which was currently occupied by his sleeping brother.
Dean had took Sam by surprise earlier when he had suddenly stopped the car and without a word traded seats, bunched up his coat and wedged it between himself and the door then lay his head down.
Sam had watched his brother curiously as he settled.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"You're sure?"
"Sam, I'm okay."
"You're conceding then?"
Dean shifted in the search of a comfortable spot. "Conceding to what?"
"To the fact that I was right and you were wrong."
"About what?" Dean asked, irritated.
"About you being too tired to
drive."
"Dude, that was three hours ago. You weren't right."
"Yeah, but…""Shut up, Sam." Dean growled closing his eyes. "I'm tired."
Smirking, Sam put the car into gear and pulled back out onto the highway.
Sam had been watching Dean for a couple of days now, and although he couldn't put a finger on anything specific, he thought something wasn't quite right with his brother. What Sam had noticed was that Dean had been a little quiet and that he needed a little more sleep than usual.
They had just finished a gig that involved chasing a Tengu around a mountainside and there had been no signs of Dean being off his game there. Sam smirked to himself as he got a flashback of Dean sitting in a stream after he'd lost his balance and slid down a muddy embankment.
It suddenly occurred to Sam that maybe Dean had caught a chill from the episode. The elder Winchester had been so pissed and embarrassed, Sam reckoned that even if that was the problem; that Dean was feeling unwell, there was no way he was going to admit it to his younger brother.
Sam glanced across at his brother once more. Yeah, that was probably it.
Satisfied that Dean slipped once more into oblivion, Sam turned his attention back to the road, rubbing at the windshield he cursed softly. There was only one thing worse than driving at night, he decided, and that was driving in heavy rain at night.
A sudden flash of blue white lit up the Impala's interior, a huge clap of thunder following immediately in its wake.
"Oh, that's just great. Thank you, God. I have everything I …."
Dean shifted and groaned just as another flash of lightening lit up the Impala, and Sam decided between the weather and his brother enough was enough. The next motel he came across, they were stopping for the night.
OooooooooooooooooooooooOOOoooOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooODean woke with a start at the sound of the car door slamming.
"Shit, Sam." he mumbled. "Do you know how much care goes into keeping this baby in shape? Have a little more respect, Dude."
"Sorry." Sam apologised. "Man! It's raining cats and dogs out there."
As if to emphasis Sam's statement, the sky lit up electric blue and a rumble of thunder shook the car.
Dean squinted through the rain-covered window.
"Where are we?" he asked as Sam gunned the engine and moved the car forward.
"Colfax County." Sam replied, parking the car in front of a row of motel room doors. "I thought that because driving in this weather is so not a barrel of laughs and that because we're only about a couple hours away from Chaseton, now would be a good time to call it a night."
Dean slammed his eyes closed against another flash of lightening. "Good idea." He grunted.
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By the time the brother's had dragged their bags in from the car, both were soaked from the downpour. Bag dumped on the bed, Sam headed for the bathroom before pulling himself up.
"You want to shower first?" he asked.
"Nah, go ahead. Just throw me something to dry off with, will you?" Dean replied, struggling out of his wet jacket.
Sam obliged, sending a large towel across the room before closing the door.
Fifteen minutes and one hot shower later, Sam emerged from the bathroom to find Dean dead to the world, dressed in dry tee and shorts and lying face down on top of the bed, apparently too tired to even make it under the covers.
Sam sighed as he took the quilt from his own bed and dropped it over his sleeping brother. They were due to meet with a paying client in the morning and from what the boys could make out from the phone call, the gig was going to involve a vengeful poltergeist. If Dean was sick, then he wasn't going to be firing on all cylinders and that could well spell trouble for the Winchester boys. Tomorrow could well be a long day.
Eventually, Sam climbed into his own bed and lay watching his brother sleep for a moment before turning off the lamp.
TBC
Sorry for the short, but necessary chapter.