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Sam was sleeping soundly for what seemed like the first time in forever. Miraculously he'd managed to get to bed early and not have any of the recurring nightmares that usually haunted him. Maybe the following morning would lead to a good day without anything that needed to be killed or shot or that had to be on the end of a stake.

Out of nowhere a song started to play. Sam rolled over hoping that it would go away if he ignored it long enough. It didn't. For while it was just background noise, none of the lyrics making any enough sense for him to process it, that is until it got louder and he forced himself to listen.

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what my heart meant
The heat of the moment showed in your eyes

His own eyes flew open. That song was the last thing he had expected to hear. He'd made a promise to himself a long time ago that that song would never reach his ears again and yet here he was listening to it. Being back in hell seemed like a better alternative then having to hear it again, then again listening to it was like hell itself.

Sam sat up quickly looking around frightfully. The calender on the bedside table said Tuesday, the clock radio that was next to it blaring the most vile thing known to man. Dean was no where to be seen and that sent him into a panic. "Dean!"

The man in question popped his out of the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. "What?" He asked, though it sounded more like "Wah?"

Eyes wide Sam, gestured at the clock radio then the calender. "The song…Asia….Tuesday?"

It took him all of two seconds to connect the dots. He grinned then walked over to the beside table, pointing his toothbrush at his brother. "It's Tuesday but the radio station takes requests." He'd called earlier just to freak Sammy out.

Sam frowned and glared. "Not funny Dean!" He shouted at a retreating back. Huffing he looked around before yanking the plug out of the wall, cutting the song short. It wasn't too late in the day so he figured few more hours sleep was in order.

He's just gotten comfortable again when a voice floated into his ears.

"Heat of the moment….heat of the moment….heat of the moment." Dean was singing.