Sam pulled into town as the sun was coming up. The slower speed woke Dean.
"Mornin' Princess." Sam quipped, smiling at Dean when he yawned and pushed himself up in the seat. "Sleep well?"
"No." Dean said; rubbing what was obviously a stiff neck. Sam reached out without a word; not even looking away from the road and his hand took on its healing glow. The warmth and light soothed Dean's ache.
"Dude, what did I tell you?" Dean asked, swatting Sam's hand away. "I'm so gonna kick your ass."
"You told me you didn't want me healing you if you were hurt. A stiff neck isn't hurt Dean, it's uncomfortable."
"I told you I didn't want you doing that, at all! Sam, after what happened two weeks ago…"
"Dean, that was different. You had stopped breathing. That's why it took a lot out of me."
"Dammit Sam, it did more than take a lot outta you. It put you in a coma!" Sam cracked his neck after the tension Dean had felt lodged itself at the base of his skull.
"A stiff neck's not gonna put me in a coma, Dean." He reached up and this time soothed his own ache.
Dean let it drop, even though he wasn't happy with it. Sam considered healing small injuries and aches practice. Using his abilities to do amazing things had become part of who his baby brother was now. The same went for his now darker hair and deep green eyes that glowed with the use of his abilities. Dean accepted it unconditionally, just like he always had when it came to something Sammy.
"So, where are we anyway?" Dean asked stifling another yawn.
"Just pulled into Gunnison, Utah. It's the town closest to Watkins Point. You're gas guzzler needs fed and I want to get us a room. I'm tired."
"Okay." Dean said seeing a sign advertising Gunnison Inn. "Pull in there, Sammy. We'll check in and I'll take the car for gas and breakfast, while you grab some shut eye."
"And a shower." Sam added.
The closed sign in the motel office window was shut off as they pulled in. Dean caught sight of a lovely black haired woman through the window and winked at Sam.
"Man, I think I'm gonna like it here." He snarked.
"Hffft." Sam breathed a laugh, rolling his eyes as he pushed open the heavy driver's door with a squeak. They went into the office and checked in under aliases with a new fake credit card, renting a room for the week.
"Here you go Mr.…Reid." The black haired girl said smiling at Dean. She was just about his age and Dean's first glance was accurate. She was "nice."
"Call me Dean." He said, flashing an eye crinkling grin, ignoring Sam as he went back outside.
"Rachel." She said, returning the smile.
"Any ideas where I could get gas in my car and breakfast for my brother Sam and I?"
"Rob's café is four blocks up and Jerry's is three streets north from that. It's a service center and gas station."
"Thanks, Rachel." Dean said, flashing another grin as he picked up two keys marked 12.