Disclaimer : No ownership of the Winchester boys… the other character in this story was real, and I don't want any ownership of it.
Sam stared at the corpse in front of him in disgust. Not again, another mess to clean up. He sighed. After all the salt and burn he did the last couple of weeks… he was just about beat. He never wanted to see another corpse for as long as he lived. And this last one on top of everything just about sapped any last bit of patience Sam had left. His crazy brother had them bulldozing from one job into another lately. He had had less than a few hours sleep in the couple of days, and Dean probably hadn't even been sleeping at all. He looked like he was going to collapse any time, the shadows under his eyes looked darker by the minute, his green eyes looked too bright, hype up with too much caffeine; he was restless all the times, rushing into dangers with no consideration for his own safety. He had downright refused to talk to Sam except his usual "I'm fine" mantra. Nevertheless, Sam knew his brother was held together only by sheer stubbornness. It was a matter of time before he got himself killed by sheer carelessness, or from exhaustion.
Sam felt something in him snapped, that was it… he had had enough. Dean needed a good talking to, he didn't care if Dean was supposed to be the big brother. He wasn't going to lose his brother again, not after having lost him in that way, and having him back by some kind of miracle.
He heard Dean moving about, impatient to leave on yet another job. "Samantha, are you coming?" He yelled.
Sam took one last look at the dead lizard on the sink, and decided this was one mess he was not going to clean up.
AN. My friend found a dead lizard when she was cleaning her bathroom, and gave me this idea for an one shot. So credit goes to her for this one. LOL