A random oneshot inspired after reading a poem…enjoy!
"We're second-hand answers to a wordless question..."
-Jason Paul Fox
Sam and Dean lay quietly it the darkness of the motel room, so many unanswered questions mixing with the stifling heat. A certain question plagued Dean's thoughts and he knew it bothered Sam as well. As the silence continued, Dean finally spoke up. "What do you think our lives would be like if we didn't hunt demons and ghosts?" Dean breathed a sigh of relief, finally having given voice to a once wordless question. At first, there was no reply. Finally, after a little bit, Sam sleepily replied, "Life is what you make it, hunter or not." Dean thought about it for a minute before nodding in silent agreement as he drifted off to sleep.