Disclaimer: I own nothing and never will...though my background is a LOVERLY picture of Jensen ; )

A/N: Okay...I've decided that I really like writing short little stories about Dean and Sam just being brothers. So that's what this is. It's kinda funny and really has no action...well, on with the fic I suppose!

"Hurry it up there Sammy. We need to get there before next week," Dean called back as he made his way through the dense forest.

"I want to see you walk three miles after running for your life," Sam huffed.

"Please, this is like a daily occurrence for us. You'd think you'd be in better shape by now," Dean said, letting a branch snap back in Sam's face.

Sam ducked as the branch whipped through the air, inches above his head. Straightening, Sam glared at his brother's retreating back. Of course Dean would say that. He wasn't the one who had acted the part of bait to lure the werewolf out.

The plan was so simple. Sam would sit in a clearing the werewolf frequented, and when it showed up Dean would shoot it. Everything went exactly like they had hoped. Except for Dean's gun jamming and Sam having to run from a hungry werewolf for a good forty minutes.

Now they were hiking the three miles back to the Impala. All Sam could focus on was the thought of a hot shower and falling into a warm bed to sleep for at least a good ten hours.

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"Dean! Why do you get the shower first? I stink way more than you!" Sam yelled through the bathroom door.

"Sorry Sammy, I can't hear you. The shower's too loud!" Dean laughed as Sam kicked the door one more time before stalking off to sit on the bed.

"Jerk, he knew I wanted to shower first. Now he's going to use all the hot water. Or flood the bathroom again," Sam sighed and flopped down on the bed closest to the door. Sam smiled as he thought of his brother's likely reaction when he came out to see a very sweaty, smelly little brother on his bed.

Deciding that what Dean didn't know wouldn't hurt Sam, and offer silent amusement, Sam flipped around so his feet were resting on the pillows.

All too soon Sam heard the shower shut off and hurried to jump off his brother's bed and sit on the chair in the corner. He schooled his features to look irritated at his brother for jumping in the shower first. Obviously he had a better poker face than Dean gave him credit for since his brother just walked by him to grab a clean shirt out of his bag.

"Oh, quit bitchin so much Sammy. I didn't use all the hot water," Dean said, grabbing his jacket and keys from the table. "I'm going to get some food while you clean up. Any requests?"

"Something not dripping with grease would be nice," Sam replied, gathering his clothes together.

"I'll see what I can do, but no promises. Your healthy crap isn't real big in towns like this," Dean winked at him as he closed the door.

Sam growled as the door clicked shut. Dean wasn't going to even try to look for something marginally healthy. In fact, he'd probably get the most disgusting item on the menu.

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Dean walked back into the motel room with two huge, greasy bags. He threw them towards the general direction of the bed and walked over to the bathroom, where he could still here the shower going.

"Dude, what're you doing in there? No matter how much you scrub, you'll always have that goofy look on your face," Dean yelled. He heard a muffled retort but ignored it and walked to where the bags had landed.

He picked one up and dug out a greasy burger dripping with ketchup and mayo. He leaned against the head of the bed and started eating. A few minutes later, as he was starting in on the fries with extra salt, Sam came out and shot a disgusted look at him.

"Did you get me anything edible?" Sam asked, reaching for the remaining bag.

"Of course, I'm a loving, providing big brother," Dean mumbled around a mouthful of fries.

"Dean, this isn't what most people would call edible. I think it's still oinking actually," Sam held up the pork sandwich his brother had gotten him.

"Fine don't eat it then."

"Wasn't there anything else that looked like it hadn't been recently slaughtered?"

"No."

"Whatever, jerk."

"Bitch."

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Sam woke up with sunlight hitting him in the eyes, causing him to squint against the harsh light. Rubbing some of the sleep from his eyes he looked at the bed next to him and noticed a distinct lack of Dean in it. Looking at the clock on the small bedside table he realized it was just after eight in the morning.

"Dean?" Sam called out to the obviously empty motel room. Where would he go at this time? He normally doesn't move until ten or so.

Figuring he couldn't do anything about his brother's disappearance, Sam got up and went to was up. As he was brushing his teeth he heard the door open and looked out to see Dean walking in with the local paper.

"I think we're going to be getting a short vacation. There's nothing going on here, or anywhere else that I could find," Dean remarked, sitting on his bed. He shoved the pillows around until they were supporting his back and sighed in content.

Sam choked on his toothpaste at the thought of Dean putting something covered in foot sweat that close to his head. And who knew how much his face had touched the defiled pillow.

Sam only felt mildly bad about doing that to his brother. But the feeling was quickly pushed aside when he remembered running through the thick trees and underbrush for twenty minutes at a flat out sprint because Dean's gun had jammed. Then his jerk of a brother had jumped in the shower first and had used almost all of the hot water.

Sam walked out of the bathroom and smiled at the sight of Dean cuddling with the foot pillow.

"What's put you in such a good mood?" Dean asked.

"Nothing, just remembering something," Sam said, sitting on his own bed and pulling out his laptop.

"So I've been thinking. After the way you were complaining so much about that little jog yesterday I think we need to step up our training," Dean glanced over at Sam to see how he would react.

"What? I ran in a full out sprint for twenty minutes! Of course I was tired!" Sam stared at his brother in shock and disbelief.

"I know, but it might not be good enough one day. We need to be at the top of our game. I'm thinking we should start running a mile or two a day," Dean sat up and turned to look at Sam straight on.

"No. I'm not doing extra training. We already do a hundred push-ups and fifty sit ups a day," Sam closed his lap top.

"And obviously it's not enough. Look Sam, I don't want to do this either, but we can't afford to be slow or show any weakness."

"I'm not doing it. We're in better shape than half the hunters we've come across."

Dean sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. Why couldn't Sam understand that Dean had been terrified last night when the gun had jammed and Sam had to run for his life? If something like that happened again, he wanted to be sure that Sam could outrun whatever was after him.

Sam recognized the look of determination on Dean's face. Even his puppy eyes wouldn't be enough to dissuade his brother from the topic.

"I'll make you a deal, okay? Let's race to see if we do extra training," Sam said.

A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. It's a little choppy, but that's mainly because I didn't feel like writing every little detail. I like fast moving stories...so whatever. Okay...review if you would like...and please be somewhat nice.