This is just the super short introduction to a longer story... If you haven't guessed it by now, this one goes along with a theme of sorts
I don't own them... but think of all the fun for the fangirls if I did...
Upon the Waking
"Whoa, Sam what color was that truck that hit me?" Dean placed a hand on his forehead hoping that he would be able to make it through the night without opening his eyes. "Sam? Hey Sam?"
Dean winced as he opened his eyes, he couldn't remember exactly what he did last night, but he didn't remember anything that would cause a hangover of this proportion.
"Sam, you don't have to be such a…….. Sam?" Dean blinked into the dim light of someone's front parlor, someone that he didn't know.
"What the hell?"