Sam
I'm waking up in our motel room, in a cheap motel that Dean has chosen because it has a free breakfast table.
I look around me and see that Dean is brushing his teeth.
I hear an annoying song that's on the radio and I forgot the name there for a moment. This is gonna be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
Yesterday was just the same; I woke up because Dean was singing along to the song he was playing in the car.
Sometimes he's so annoying!
I look at Dean, who seems to be done brushing his teeth. He spits out his toothpaste and walks up to me.
"Rise 'n' shine, Sammy." He has a big smile on his face.
"Why did you already brush your teeth?" I ask. "We haven't eaten yet."
Dean falls on his bed and turns his face towards me.
"Yes, I know," he says, nodding. "But my little brother wouldn't wake up, so now the breakfast table is closed. Good job, Sam!" He laughs, walks up to me and gives me a pat on the back.
I go with my hand through my hair and yawn.
"It isn't that late," I say and I stretch my arms.
"But if they close that early…" The clock next to me catches my eye.
"What, you didn't tell me that it is already past eleven!"
Dean laughs and he imitates me.
"It isn't that late," he says, laughing. "Yeah, they closed that early. Oh no, near noon isn't late at all, but they closed two hours ago."
He is laughing so hard that he doubles over, clutching his stomach.
I cross my arms and look "angry" at Dean, but I start to laugh after a minute too.
"We'll eat at the diner on the corner of the street, they have good hamburgers," Dean says and he takes his jacket off the doorknob, while whistling 'Highway to Hell'.
"Good job, Dean, now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day!" I yell at him and throw a pillow at him.
He ducks in time and waves at me as a sign that I need to follow him.
I grab my jacket too and run after him.
