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All credit to Eric Kripke and the writers and producers at the CW.
Sam Winchester blinked wearily, trying to stay awake, focused preferably, but it was of little use. He was just so tired. He felt as if he'd been staring at his laptop screen for hours. He'd read the same sentence at least 5 times in a row and the words were starting to blur in front of him, just not registering in his sleep deprived brain.
Sam shook himself awake and stood up yawning. He stretched his arms over his head, rolling his shoulders until he heard and felt that satisfying crack as his neck popped. There, much better.
Sam rubbed his eyes wearily. More than anything, he longed to go collapse on his bed, but he couldn't. He still had work to do. He sighed inwardly; it was going to be a long night!
Sam repressed yet another yawn, picked up his coffee cup and drained it, pulling a face at the bitter taste of cold coffee dregs. He really needed to get some caffeine, or some sleep... No, he decided. Coffee first, sleep later.
Sam trudged lead footed and exhausted to the kitchen, his hand groping blindly along the wall for the light switch. He found it on his third try and winced as his eyes adjusted to the bright light now flooding the room.
Sam walked slowly to the coffee machine, the usual spring missing from his step, but a hefty dose of caffeine would soon cure that. Sweeping empty takeout containers from the previous night's dinner into the bin that Dean had forgotten to empty, on his way to the fridge to retrieve the water jug, Sam sighed upon discovering that SOMEONE had also forgotten to refill the water jug. It was way too late for this crap. Or too early, Sam corrected himself when he checked his watch 3:37a.m
Sighing heavily, Sam filled the jug with filtered water to pour in the coffee machine. It was the newest model, a surprise present from Dean actually, a Nespresso capsule machine.
The kitchen appliances hadn't been updated since 1958, so the coffee machine was a nice modern touch, and convenient too. So much better than the disgusting motel coffees Sam had downed on hunts over the years, he swore the stuff in those sachets was just ground dirt...
Fumbling with the box of capsules, Sam took one and slotted it into the Nespresso machine. The box was strangely light, he shook it and didn't detect even the faintest rattle. Looking inside, Sam was disappointed to find no capsules remaining. The box had been FULL just a few days ago! Oh well, when Dean got back in the morning, Sam would send him on a coffee run. It was the least his big brother could do, since Sam was here working his ass off while Dean was holed up in a motel room with a 6 pack of beer and a pretty girl.
Flicking the machine on, Sam went and retrieved the milk from the fridge, studying the bubbles rising to the surface as the milk frothed and foamed. If he was going to all the bother of making a cappuccino, he might as well make it a damn good one. Sam shook chocolate over the top of the frothy milk and grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer so he could really enjoy it. Smiling as he sipped his hot coffee, Sam sat back down with his laptop and books, burying himself in research and lore...