Hello and welcome to my first Supernatural fanfic. As mentioned before, characters may be OOC and there is a definite break from the mythology. I hope you like it!
Dean yawned and rolled over on his bed. Another day waking up in another seedy hotel. The life of a hunter.
"What were you dreaming about? You had a smile on your lips for the last hour. It was unnerving," said Sam as he stirred his coffee.
"I was dreaming about my first kiss," said Dean, the smile returning to his face.
"That drunk waitress when you were 17? Hardly worth smiling about. I thought she was trying to inhale you."
"Ah, Darleene. She really did look good for her age, but I'm talking about the girl when I was ten. Remember that little brunette who lived next door to the succubus in Indiana?" Seeing the look on his brothers face he smirked, "I was one smooth ten year old."
Sam snorted and went back to reading the newspaper.
"Anything new?"
"No, it's all quiet but nothing's supposed to happen until the harvest moon anyway."
"Looks like we have to sit tight, or in my case, get drunk till then".
Sam rolled his eyes and continued to browse the paper, "A little bit more research would be helpful".
"You get started Sammy, I'm going to have a shower," said Dean as he grabbed a towel off the edge of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
When he emerged after a refreshing shower, Dean was surprised to find Sam with his head on the table, fast asleep.
"Guess you needed a little more caffeine, eh?" he smiled and let his brother snooze a little longer while he got dressed.
They had been in the Impala for about an hour and the brothers had yet to say anything else to each other. The familiar beat of the car's engine, a soothing sound to Dean's ears, put Dean in a good mood.
"So Sammy, let's go over the facts again. Abductions have been occurring on the night of the harvest moon each year for the past six years and they all seem to be in this area," he said as he peered over the steering wheel. He suddenly realised that Sam had not replied and turned to look at him.
Sam had been staring at Dean's profile while he had been speaking as if he was mesmerised by it. When he made eye contact with Dean, a slight blush coloured his cheeks. Ordinarily, Dean would think that Sam had carried out some sort of prank on him, a delayed payback for the time he put Nair in Sam's shampoo. However, this was different. This was making him uncomfortable.
"Sammy, stop staring at me with that look on your face, it's creeping me out".
"S-sorry, Dean," stammered Sam as he blushed a little more and stared down at his hands in silence.
Dean turned his attention back to the road but his frown remained. Something was up with Sammy.
Before Dean could start to really wonder what was up with Sam, the man himself had something to say.
"Erm, Dean, could you pull over? I need to pee." When Dean gave him a look of surprise, he continued, "I'm positively bursting".
"Sure, Sammy," said Dean as he smoothly pulled over on the deserted road.
After giving Sam a few moments to half walk and half waddle off into the forest, Dean got out of the car and followed him.
He found Sam squatting in the undergrowth with his jeans near his ankles and muttering to himself. Dean walked up behind him and placed a gun to his head.
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" he growled.