No Sleep For Sammy

Rating: T

Disclaimer: They aren't mine, but I would LOVE to have them. (Thought I'd put that out there, just in case Kripke happens to read this someday. ;D)

Dean could hear everything. The soft tap-tap-tap of Sam's long fingers as he drummed them on Dean's knee. The almost inaudible sighs that escaped his perfect lips as he waited impatiently for sleep to claim him. The slight rustling sound of Sam's unruly hair scratching against Dean's denim clad thigh as he adjusted and readjusted his position again and again. It was as though Sam was doing everything within his power to tear Dean's attention away from the road ahead of him.

Sam couldn't take it any longer. The silence was driving him insane and he couldn't fall asleep. He was exhausted and he needed to rest; but sleep seemed to be playing hard to get.

Finally, he resigned himself to a few more hours of sore muscles and a pounding headache. "I can't do it, De." He said as he glared at the steering wheel as though it was the reason for his sleep deprivation.

Dean gave up and gave in to the urge he'd been fighting for the last thirty miles or so and ran his fingers through his baby brother's hair. " 's okay, Sammy. You tried."

Sam huffed. "That's the point, Dean. I've never had to try to sleep before. This sucks." He was pouting, and he was well aware that it probably made him look like a little kid. He just couldn't bring himself to care about anything except sleep- and Dean of course.

"Why can't I sleep?" Sam let out a low growl. Dean couldn't hold back his smile. Sam was kind of cute when he was frustrated.

Sam rolled over onto his back and pulled his feet up into the passenger's seat, so that his knees were sticking up in the air. When he noticed the stupid grin his brother was wearing, his aggitated expression transformed into one of his many bitchfaces. "The hell are you smilin' about?"

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Nothin'."

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever." This, of course, only made Dean smile harder.

A/N: I know it's short. Sorry. If you want more, leave me a review. I feel like this story could be going somewhere (and I have few ideas on where I want to take it) but I won't even make an attempt if I'm not absolutely sure that people want more. Cause I'm lazy like that. Plus, when I look up my story and I see a new review- I get this warm fuzzy feeling that I just can't get anywhere else. :)

-Kari 3