Sam, foggy with sleep, could tell something wasn't right and kept his eyes closed and his breathing even. Trying to remain calm and keep his panic level to a minimum, he started taking stock of what was going on, hoping to jog his memory. The most distressing thing was the fact that their was someone in his bed and his arm was thrown around them in an intimate way. That was all it took for the memories of the night to come flooding back.
The last completely clear memory Sam had, was sitting at the bar with Dean and ordering a second drink. "Another shot" he told the bar tender. Dean looked at him funny and said, "You sure that's wise little brother?" Sam, his frustration level mounting replied "I'm a big boy now Dean, and after the night we've had... Yeah, I think it's wise." Dean opened his mouth to reply, but instead downed his own shot and signaled for another, while the thoughts raced through his mind. Their life was hard, difficult at best, killing things was never easy, but when those things looked like little kids... It was damn near impossible. Shape Shifters had made their lives difficult on more than one occasion, but tonight was different. Having to kill what appeared to be a group of young children had taken its toll on both of them. Yes, they knew it wasn't a group, but rather a pack of evil beings, but that didn't quiet the horror of what their eyes were seeing.
"It's okay Sammy, let loose and have fun, we deserve it" Dean told him. Sam just huffed at him in reply and ordered a third shot, determined to drown the scenes of the night that were haunting him. "Uh Sam, you've got an admirer at the end of the bar" Sam glanced to his right and seeing a petite brunette with a 100 watt smile he just grunted, and ordered another shot.
Sam remembered drinking more, dancing with the girl, whose name was Allison. Or maybe it was Alexis, or Alissa... Something with an A he was pretty sure. He remembered leaving the motel bar with her and picking the lock to a random empty room, while she kept watch and giggled. "What a dick move that had been", he thought. Now here he was, snuggled in bed with the girl whose name he didn't even know. He had to get out of here and get back to the room he shared with Dean.
Slipping his arm slowly off the girl so as not to wake her, he slid out of the bed. After hurriedly getting dressed he decided to leave her money for cab fare, hoping it didn't look offensive to her. He just hated the thought of her being stranded here because of him. He was not comfortable just leaving her like this, but it had to be this way. Closing the door softly behind him, he stopped to get his bearings and realized he was still pretty drunk, and then slowly made his way to the room he and Dean had reserved under this weeks aliases.
He quietly opened the door to the run down room hoping Dean was asleep. He should have known however, that Dean would be waiting up for him. He always waited up. His brother had been taking care of him for as long as he could remember. For the thousandth time he wished Dean had a normal life.
"Hey there lover boy," Dean cracked "have a good time?" Sam just glared at Dean and replied "We need to hit the road, get out of town." Dean's eyebrow twitched, this was unlike Sam. "What's with the love 'em and leave 'em attitude, Sam? Morning will be soon enough, we both need sleep." Sam stumbled over his reply visibly shaken by Dean's remark, "No.. no.. I just.. You're right, let's get some sleep." Dean watched as Sam pulled his shirt over his head and dropped into his bed. Judging by the scratch marks on his back he would judge his brother had just had a very good time. "That's my boy." thought Dean proudly as he rolled over and instantly fell asleep.
Sam lay still, wishing he had the ability to just drop into sleep like Dean. Must be nice to be able to just close your eyes and instantly be out. Rather than laying there no matter how tired and give out you were, struggling to fall asleep because your brain just wouldn't shut down. After awhile Sam finally drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.
Both Sam and Dean slept hard and long, neither having any dreams, good or bad. They awoke the next morning to the sound of the dumpsters outside their room being emptied. Wordlessly they grabbed their gear and headed out to the Impala. Dean lovingly running his hand over the hood as he walked around the car and got in. It was more than just a car to him, it was the one thing that had been constant in his life. Always there for him, unlike his dad and even Sam. Smiling as he turned the key, hearing the engine turn over and letting out the familiar rumble that spoke of power, loyalty, home and so many other feelings that could not be put into words. Dean looked over at Sam and grinned, flipped on the radio and cranked the volume up.
