Sam extended his long limbs as far as Bobby's worn out sofa would allow, stretching out cramped muscles to their limits and revelling in the satisfaction after hours of sleep in the same position. He dragged out an enormous silent yawn, then relaxed completely. The poor furniture was left looking absurdly small underneath his sprawling form. He let out a gentle sigh of contentment, enjoying the early morning peace and bright sunrise warming his eyelids.
There was the quiet chink and scrape of a drink being stirred from the direction of the kitchen. Sam cracked open one eye and tried to peer past the glare of the low sun to see who it was. It took him a few moments of squinting to focus properly, and in the meantime he became aware of a low humming noise emanating from the other side of the partition wall. He smiled sleepily when he recognised the sound of Dean singing under his breath. Well, not singing exactly, he thought as he strained his ears to listen. It sounded more like his brother was trying to recreate a guitar solo using only the instrument of human voice.
A figure passed across the wide opening to the kitchen, silhouetted vaguely against the shine coming through the window above the sink. Sam blinked both his eyes open in confusion. The figure pulled open the fridge, slid the milk out of the door, and nudged it closed again with a flourish before dancing its way back across the room and out of sight, the long tan-coloured coat it was wearing swishing behind it.
Sam blinked.
Well, that had definitely been Cas, then. Right? But what was Cas doing in Bobby's kitchen so early in the morning? What was Cas doing in Bobby's kitchen at all?
His brothers voice grew in strength and volume as he started to sing actual words; "Whoa-oa, herre it comes, that funny fee-ling again. Winding me up inside, ev-ry time we touch. O-oh, I don't know…" There was no mistaking that was Dean. Did that mean they were both in there?
"Hey! And I can't recall, any love at all… Oh baby, this blows 'em all awaay! …Woo!" It was at this point that Dean came sliding into the room, socks slippery on the wooden floor, "It's got what it takes…" The only other items of clothing he was wearing were a pair of black boxer shorts, and Cas's trench coat. Which, by the way, had billowed out like a cape. "So tell me whyy can't this be love?" He also had a mug of coffee clutched in each hand, and had managed, miraculously, to keep the scolding liquid from spilling out over the sides.
Sam peered through his sleep-muddled eyes at the sight before him. "Dean?" His voice came out a dry rasp.
Dean spun round; face a mask of utter horror, so startled that he staggered off balance. His feet seemed unable to get a grip on the floorboards – unintentionally this time – and he slipped and slid them one in front of the other until he was carried right out the door. There was a series of dull thudding footsteps and the sound of a door slamming upstairs.
Sam lay still for a few moments, staring at the place where his brother had disappeared and trying to process what he'd just witnessed.
I found this in the depths of my laptop the other day, forgotten and dusty, and decided to post it. I think I wrote it some time in the middle of season 5, but it doesn't really have a particular time setting.
Anyone figure out what Dean is singing? I wanted something suitably cheesy ;D
