Authors note: I know I'm working on another story but I'm waiting on my beta so time limits, plus I thought I give this one another try. This was a story I wrote focusing around season 3, I didn't have the self confidence to finish it but I decided what the heck why not. So hope you enjoy. The first two chapters have no beta so all mistakes are mine sorry. Also sorry for chapter one being so short, just trying to start things up.
Disclaimer: Don't own them we all know if I did I be doing some un-holy things.
General swearing , there Winchesters what else can you expect.
It was a normal morning, a normal hunt, normal brotherly banter…thanks to Dean. Sam said to himself as he looked up from his lab top to find his brother stuffing another muffin into his face. He sighed and started to read on about the demonic activity in Arizona. It would be a generally easy hunt and really that's what he's been wanting for a long time. After going toe to toe with a werewolf, a pissed off banshee and to top it all off a witch that has some serious problems with practical jokes, he wanted nothing more then to get a easy demon to expel.
"So Sam, what about this demonic activity you found?" Dean said with a mouth full of muffins, the crumbs toppling over his lips as he spoke. He wasn't even interested into the hunt himself it was Sam who was sooo excited for this hunt…god only knows why. He wanted some action, not a boring demon. In all fairness demons are tough sonsabitches but they've been hunting them way too long not to get bored just a little.
"Hasn't anyone taught you not to talk with your mouth open?" Dean just gave him a shrug so he went on.
"Anyway there's been some demonic activity in Arizona. All in all it should be a walk in the park." Sam insisted as he watched Dean sigh for almost a moment. Lately his brother has been on a adrenaline rush…not that he's never on one but it seems to be pumping really fast and he feared that one day it would get him killed. Yeah if I don't do it first.
"Whatever you say Sammy, so I suggest pack the sunscreen because we're heading to Arizona." Dean said playfully as he gathered up the bags and the weapons.
"Ha ha very funny, if I remember correctly your the one who always turns out red if we go somewhere with the sun blazing down. Maybe I can call you lobster head is that a good name?" Sam had no time to laugh at his own joke as a pillow whizzed by his head hitting the lamp on the table.
"Hey! You're the one paying for the lamp." Sam argued as Dean just cupped a hand to his ear to suggest he couldn't hear him. "I'm serious." In reality he wasn't but why waste the moment of brotherly banter it hardly ever came.
"All I hear is blah blah blah, so you better get your lazy butt up cause we got to go kick some demon ass." Dean retorted as he stood in the doorframe, noting how cold it was in Chicago and was really going to enjoy the warmth of the Arizona sun.
"Whatever." Sam replied with a eye roll that followed.
"And I'm not lazy!"
"Alright your not lazy."
"Thank you for your generous self evaluation."
"But… you sure are talkative this morning, so get you buns up and lets go." Dean stated with a smirk as he saw Sam give him a evil glare and he headed out the door.
"Fine, I'm coming lobster head." Sam muttered under his breath. Boy did he miss theses things or what.
"I heard that!"
As the car rumbled down the road with rock music blaring out of the speakers the brotherly banter still continued. Even the warmth of the Arizona rays can't hide them from the supernatural creature that stalks the night.