The sun glinted off the lake's surface sending sharp spikes of light bouncing off Sam's dark glasses.

Sitting at their ease in little beach chairs, beers in hand, hair ruffled by the lake breeze Dean nodded when Sam said "We should do this more often, you know. Take a break, take time for ourselves."

"Absolutely" Dean reached over to punch Sam in the arm, just a brotherly tap, but stopped at the sight of the sling. "Why are you still wearing that, wimp? You've had broken bones heal faster."

Silence then "Come on, Sammy. Let's hit the road. I'm bored."