DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THE SHOW SUPERNATURAL..
Sam woke up and looked around the room to see that Dean wasn't in his bed and he jumped out of bed and grabbed his jacket because no matter how drunk he was he always came home. He rushed to the door to only be stopped in his tracks when he sees his brother out of the corner of his eyes laying on the floor beside his bed.
"Dean?" Sam asked tapping his brother on the leg.
"Hmmm."
"Dean. Wake up." Sam said tapping his brother once more.
"5 minutes." Dean said fanning Sam away like he was a fly or something.
"Demon." Sam yelled jumping back.
Dean jumped up and cocked his gun out ready to fire but looked around and only saw his brother there smiling at him. It was times like this he wished he could just shot his brother for annoying him.
"Not cool Sam." Dean said rubbing his eyes.
"You wouldn't get up there first time I tried." Sam said.
"So you thought just pretending to get attacked would wake me up." Dean responded starting to get pissed off because he didn't get enough sleep.
"It worked didn't it?" Sam asked with a cheeky smile.
"Next time I'm gonna let them kill you." Dean said sitting on his bed with his gun still clutched in his hand as he laid his head on his pillow.
"Yeah Dean okay." Sam said.
"Since you woke me up that means you gotta pay." Dean said placing the gun on the nightstand that was between the two beds.
"I always end up paying regardless." Sam said shaking his head.
"Well now you have a reason to pay." Dean said standing up and making his way to the bathroom.
"Idiot." Sam said.
Sam shook his head as he heard a grunt come from behind the bathroom door. He wasn't completely sure what caused the grunt and he didn't really want to know. They were brothers and they were close but tolerance was starting to wear thin.
Spending so much time together and always being around each other 24/7 can wear out a relationship. Even when it's between two people as close as they were. There were days were they wanted to rip each other heads off. Then there were the days were they didn't want to admit it but they were glad the other was there.
Dean just stared at himself in the mirror and he looked like crap. It wasn't anything new but since they've practically been running on fumes the past few weeks it should be expected. Turning on the faucet he let water run over his fingers as it began to warm up. Catching a hand-full of water he threw it upon his face trying to emerge himself out of the still sleepy state.
Water dripping down his face he hears his brother knocking at the door.
"Dean you okay in there?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." he replied.
"Alright." Sam said.
Dean decide to not reply and he just rolled his eyes. Come on really what could happen to him. It's not like he could get possessed on account of the symbols that were permanently engraved on his torso. He just wanted some space every now and then. Was that too much to ask?
"I'm hungry." Dean said opening the bathroom door.
"Well I'm ready whenever you are." Sam said putting his arm in the sleeve of his jacket.
The boys get in the car and make their way to the nearest diner. They walk in and take a seat at the far booth in the corner.
"How you fine boys doing this morning? What can I get for you?" the waitress asked.
"Uh I'll have the special and small coffee." Dean said looking at the menu.
"Can I get a short stack with eggs and bacon." Sam said before handing the waitress his menu.
"What kinda drink you want with that hun?" she asked.
"Orange juice." Sam said with a smile.
"Okay. I'll bring your drink right out." she said walking in the back.
They sat there in silence for a while taking in all the customers that were in the diner. First Dean noticed was the old man at the bar who was eyeing the young waitress who was bent over doing something behind the counter. A married couple that was sitting a few booths over were arguing about something all married couples argue about.
"Dude. Do you think that'll be me when I'm his age?" Dean asked motioning over to the older guy.
"If you live to see that age yeah I can see you being an old perv." Sam said laughing.
"Very funny" Dean said as the waitress walked back to the table with their food.
"Thanks." both boy said in unison.
Paying for their meals they head over to the first house.
Knocking on the door they were completely sure what to expect from the lightening victim
"Yes?" a lady answers the door.
"How you doing mam? I'm Ashton Jones and this is Chris Michaels and we are with the local paper." Sam said.
"We have a few questions that we would like to ask you husband." Dean added.
"I'm sorry but like we told the other reporters we don't have anything more to say." she said before slamming the doors in their face.
Standing there looking dumbfound for a second they made their way back to the car.
"Okay I actually expected it to go better than that." Sam looking over at his brother.
"Yeah. Well now we can go talk to Octomom." Dean said forming a big smile.
"Ugh." Sam said opening the door climbing into the passenger seat.
They pull up in the driveway behind a minivan and hoping that this would go over better than the first house.
Knock Knock
"I'm sorry but this is a bad time." a woman answered the door holding a crying baby in her arms.
"Hi. We will only be a second. We are with the local paper and would like to ask you a couple of questions." Sam said.
"You might as well come in. I'm trying to put them to sleep." she said moving out the way allowing them to enter.
She leads them down the hall and into the living room where an older lady was in there with the other babies.
"I'm sorry. This is my mother. I guess with the unexpected situation she is gonna help me out for a while." she said taking a seat on the couch.
"Would you like some tea." the mother ask.
"Umm. Sure." Sam answered nervously.
Dean shifted uncomfortably in his spot. He wasn't sure why but he felt like something wasn't right. He was excited to go there but after arriving he seemed really uneasy.
"Here you go." she said handing both men a cup.
"Thanks" both boys said forcing a smile.
There was a little bit of small talk as they began to sip their tea. It tasted funny but he thought it may have been green tea or something so he didn't want to complain.
"I'm not feeling so good." Sam said trying to place the cup on the table in front of him.
"Sam, what's happening?" Dean asked. Vision was getting blurry as he dropped the cup
Son of a Bitch
I know what you're thinking.. Nothing too impressive about this chapter. Well not every chapter is going to have all the good juicy bits in it. You will have to wait until the next chapter when it starts to get interesting.
Until next time
-J
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