Some nights, sleep came quick,easy. Some nights sleep didn't come at all. Some nights Dean would lay in bed, so desperate to sleep he would hold his breath in hopes of passing out just to be unconscious. Some nights Sam would sitat his lap top, looking for cases until his eyes burned and could hardly see the bright screen.
This is one of those nights for Dean. But the sleep didn't come easy. Didn't the day before or the day before that. Sam had woken up to the sound of a loud crash coming from his brothers room.
"Sammy, y'should be resting. " Dean said when Sam found him out in the hall, holding what appeared to be prescription bottle. Sam looked down at his arm brace and with skilled game face also felt the throbbing pain in his head. They had a very nasty run in with a few vamps,Dean escaping with not a scratch, Sam on the other hand...
"Shouldn't you be resting too?"
When Dean didn't respond,, Sam slowly moved forward and took the bottle from Dean's hand and read the label, "Restoril?...is it that bad?"
This stuff was hardcore...
"I think I've gotten maybe...5 hours sleep."
"That's not b-"
"In three days."
"Damn..." Sam murmured,concern etching his face. He watched his brother scrub a hand over his face. Carefully undoing the bottle with his good hand/arm, he dropped out one of the pills and handed it to Dean. Then he waited. Dean took it with out a word and wandered back into his room and sat on his bed,
"Do you ...really need to watch?"
Sam raised his brows in suprise, " I'll check on you in a f-"
"Go away."
Making his way from the bathroom, Sam peeked into Dean's room to find his brother slumped awkwardly against his pillows, totally asleep. Quietly, Sam moved into the roomand very carefully (and kind of painfully) removed Dean's boots. Finally covering Dean up with a blanket, Sam sighed and yawned widely. Deciding that neither of them would wake until late afternoon the next day,Sam wandered back to his room...
Some nights, sleep came quick,easy. Some nights sleep didn't come at all,...