Author's Note: It lives! Finally got round to writing something. I guess you could call this a sequelish thing to 'It's not your fault'. I know I should be working on WOHTASTH, but my muse wouldn't leave me xD. Anyway, this is good an excuse as another to whump the brothers!

Disclaimer: -Wishes she owned them... *shot*-

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

He glances around the room nervously, unconsciously biting his nails as he hears the shower being turned off in the bathroom. He hurriedly looks away when he feels the doorknob shift
and hears the familiar yet distant sound of footsteps, padding noiselessly on the dirty carpet floor. Unable to resist the temptation, he averts his gaze from the laptop and sneaks a peek at his brother, who has just plopped unceremoniously on the bed closest to the door, while holding cup of coffee. Sam never knew how he did that without spilling any of the coffee on himself.

"So uh, Bobby told me... It's been four months since I was... Uh... Gone."

That statement takes Sam by surprise, but he knows the underlying question beneath those words.

"How've you been for the past four months?"

He shifts uncomfortably under his brother's scrutinizing gaze and hesitates. His mind raced with mixed thoughts and feelings. There was so much he wanted to say, wanted to ask. Heck, he just wanted to go over to his brother and engulf him in a warm hug, but instead, he settles for a non committal sigh before settling into the hard lumpy pillows. "It's been... Quiet..."

Dean raises an eyebrow, but refrains from further questioning, knowing full well what his brother had meant when he said that. He smiled warmly to himself as the thought of it tickled his heart.

"I missed you."

Dean flipped over and turned off the lamp beside him as silence hung thickly in the air. Straining to hear the quiet but sturdy breath of his little brother, he knew Sam had since fallen asleep. Truthfully, Dean himself didn't want to have to face his brother's chick flick moments anytime soon either. His mind cloudy and consciousness fading, Sam's steady breaths lulled Dean to sleep.

As soon as Sam had confirmed that Dean had fallen asleep, he blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the now pitch black motel room. It had taken awhile, but Sam had completely mastered the art of controlling his breathing to make it seem as if he were asleep.

Turning over to face his brother, Sam could not help but feel at a sudden loss of what to do. Everything had happened too fast. I mean, sure, he was glad that Dean had returned, but it felt so different now that Sam was more or less used to hunting without Dean. It felt strange turning around at every moment to realize that Dean was there. Even though he'd never gotten out of the habit of renting a double room, it now felt weird, staring at Dean's back on the once empty bed. He let his gaze linger on Dean's back for a little while longer, before he felt his eyelids droop and was soon out for the count.

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Finally done with the first chapter! Though it's painfully short, I must say... Well, hope it gets longer in the next few chapters! If there's anything you'd like to comment about, say my terrible writing skills or any OOCness in the boys, do press that rectangular green button over there xD Thank you!