AWAKE:

2. -- Ears pick up the quaint sounds of a growl. "Sam?" Dean asks. His voice accusatory and abrasive, his rest interrupted for the millionth time since his geek brother rejoined him on the hunt. A quiet yet volatile air snaps his eyes awake as if his father just screamed an order and he were still a pre-teen again. "Jesus H..." he mumbles, rolling his eyes in an customary yet annoyed fashion.

"Sorry dude," is all the shaggy haired, tall Winchester brother says, before shrugging his shoulders and continuing on with whatever was clearly irritating him. "Seriously man, it's 6 am. What the hell are you doing?" Dean quips, his head falling back down to the soft confines of his cheap motel pillows.

"Sonuvabitchhh...!" Sam cries out, fist slamming down on the poor excuse of a dinner table in exasperation, the failure of his computer's hard drive bringing out a wrath few have lived to tell. "This piece of...I'm gonna throw this shhh...Well, that's just great! DAMMIT!"

Still spread out on his bed, Dean let slip a light chuckle to his own surprise. He immediately regretted it.

"You think this is funny man?" Dean turned with just enough time to see his younger brother's eyes fill with fierce rage. The growl that caused his early rise ringing louder in his ears than it had before. "A little bit, yeah. It's just a computer Sammy."

Mistake.

Big, fat mistake.

"Just a compu... Well then, let's go rip the transmission from the Impala. It is just a car after all, now isn't it?" Dean shot upright, faster than his brain allowed and for a brief moment, stars clouded his vision. Or perhaps it was anger. He wasn't sure which origin those cursed little vision spots appeared from, but shook his head in hopes of freeing himself.

"What is this, some trickster shit again?" He said, pointing his finger between the two of them, sighing and sitting back down, the fight over as fast as it had begun.

"Can you fix it?" He quietly said, running a hand through his messy short hair, eyes clamped shut with the simple wish of falling asleep again once this was over with. He heard an exhale of annoyance followed by a resounded sigh, and knew the answer. "Well, we'll just get another one on someone else's dime."

Sam knew the explanation behind why the hard drive loss was important would fall on deaf ears, or worse, ones that held no care for or against said technical difficulty. So he grumbled, brooded, sighed and groaned until he finally, gave up.

"6:33 am brother. Get some freakin' rest, will ya?" the older Winchester suggests, his own eyes heavy once more.

"And stop waking me up with your 'Sammy is brooding again,' thing."

Silence filled the air, and happiness was a warm bed once again for Dean, his body relaxing into the comforts as easily as it had earlier that night.

"Brooding, huh? Well, let's see Dean," Sam spoke, his voice just barely above a whisper. Standing, he grabbed the keys to the Impala and stalked towards the door. Stopping by Dean's bed, he hit his brother's foot and dangled the keys.

"Let's see how happy you are, sans transmission."

It was 6:47 am. Dean Winchester was definitively awake.