Dean and Sam are not mine…. (Santa, where are you when I need you?) I do own Julie though.
-Chapter 1-
Sam rolled over in his bed. They had checked into the SunRays of Hope hotel, two hours before. After being on the road for two days, heading towards Texas, you get tired of each other. Heck, not of each other, tired all around.
Dean groaned.
"Those sleeping pills are killing him." Sam thought.
He saw something move.
"Damn. And why the hell don't I keep a knife under my bed like Dean?"
There it went again.
"Dean, Dean! Wake up." Sam said, as he got up and shook him.
"What…" mumbled a sleepy Dean.
"Dean there's something here. Get your ass up."
At that Dean scrambled up grabbing the knife he keeps at his side as he told Sam to hit the lights.
Light flooded the room.
"No one's here," Dean stated.
Sam jumped up and looked. Bathroom, closet, nothing.
"But, but..." Sam began.
"Sam, you were sleeping. Dreams, gotta hate em."
"I swear. It was it was here."
"Sammy"
"DON'T call me that"
"Whatever. Just go to sleep and if I comforts you", Dean said, giving the knife to Sam, "You can sleep with the big scary knife."
"Jerk," Sam said placing the knife on the night stand.
Dean smirked, rolled over, and went to sleep