A/N: This is just a random, short one-shot I made in the middle of the night. Oh, wait... it's morning now. Oops.
Late one Wednesday, Dean woke up in the middle of the night. Not sure what to do and unable to fall back asleep, he got up and slowly stumbled his way to the kitchen.
He and Sam were currently staying at Bobby's house and they had been visiting for a while, so he had come to memorise the layout of the house; he knew where every pile of tomes and box of potion ingredients were.
What he did not expect, however, was to find Sam standing in the kitchen, staring at the refrigerator.
"Hey, Sammy?" he said, puzzled as to what his brother was doing up at 2:25 in the morning, staring at the dirt-stained fridge nonetheless.
Sam looked over in his direction.
"Have you been getting enough sleep, man? You look like when you were seeing the devil and didn't sleep for days on end…" He stared at his brother.
That was exactly what he looked like.
"Holy shit…." Dean backed away, gulping.
He retreated to his room, where he looked the door, drew a salt barrier, and sat up the rest of the night with his shotgun in hand.
Meanwhile, Sam came to, standing in the kitchen.
He frowned as he gained his bearings. "Hm…. I must have sleep-walked once again."
Shrugging, he returned to his room and went back to sleep.
A/N: Sorry. I lost my soul and I haven't been sleeping. Just got it back. Lucifer helped me write this. Kidding. XD. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this product of my craziness.