'Dude, why do you have to be so annoying? I was a minuet away from getting two phone numbers. Two! Not one!' Dean told Sam in a pissed voice.
Sam rolled his eyes- it was nothing new. Sam opened the motel door and they walked in. Dean collapsed on his bed and kicked of his shoes. 'Hell Sammy, I'm so bored! Find me something to shoot damnit.' Sam sighed and took of his shoes and coat and laid them to one side.
'I'll check the database in the morning.' He said in a tired voice. Dean snorted. 'Well, we're leaving tomorrow what ever happens.' He turned over and switched his lamp of, not bothering to take his beaten leather jacket off.
Sam ran a hand through his hair- it was unnatural. There was usually something on the databases. But for the past week they had been stuck in this small, boring town.
Sam switched his light of and lay down under the thin covers and closed his eyes.
Dean was the first to wake.
He lay in bed for a moment, too idle to get up yet. Then with a groan he sat up and immediately regretted sleeping so wrapped up.
He was boiling more than a day in Death Valley. Ironic name he thought as he picked up his shoe and lobbed it at Sam's bed.
'Hey-!' he heard him shout sleepily. Dean stood up and stretched- god were those beds hard.
He glanced at his brother who was now sitting up looking very tousled hair and heavy eyed. 'What?' he mumbled, yawning. Dean grinned.
'Let's go and kill Casper the freaking ghost!'
Sam groaned and plonked back down.
'Later.'
That afternoon, they didn't have any luck.
Dean slammed the Impala door shut in annoyance as he got in the drivers side, Sam soon after.
'Where to then? Im outta ideas.' Dean asked, fiddling with the cassette player.
'Head back towards Wisconsin, we sho-'
But the rest of his words were drowned out as the volume suddenly shot up, and loud rock music started playing.
'Jeez, even Taylor Swift's better than this crap.' Sam remarked as the volume went right down. Dean looked daggers at his brother and said gruffly.
'As long as you don't start singing "Love Story", I don't care.'
Sam raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his mouth. 'Oh? You know the name of one of her songs? What about the others? Please enlighten me.' he remarked with a smirk.
'You shut your pie hole.' Dean retorted, turning the volume back up. Sam just laughed under his breath and smirked as the car slid out of the parking lot.
He was too easy to wind up sometimes.