Hey, sorry it took so long to update! and its not even as long as usual. I was away at a friends for a bit and i just didn't have the motivation to write, but tonight i buckled down and wrote this!! Hope you like it XD
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"GOOD" dean exclaimed. Clapping a hand down on his brothers shoulder. "yeesh, ya really know how to stress a brother out! Allways with the damsel in distress shit, and then the head problems."
Sam just grumbled in response, frowning slightly. fixing his eyes on the single lamp in the room, all alone on the bed table. He wanted to give a witty retort, but couldnt think of anything...it was kinda true anyways. so he opted for a big "siiiiiiiigh" instead.
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"...dean... was that your stomach?"
"Yes. Yes it was. I'm hungry! wonder who's fault that is?" growled dean, thinking of heading over to the closest anything that served food.
"Oh right, I bought breakfast. Its in the car."
With the blink of an eye Dean was already out the door and digging around in the impala. He came back with an expression that somewhat resembled Sam's patented 'Bitch Face' holding up a bag of granny smith apples.
"Breakfast Sammy?" he stated with and upset ring to his voice. "you call THIS breakfast? its a snack for rabbits! I'm hungry damn it" he complained. Picking out the biggest apple and ripping a big bite out of it anyways.
He then tossed an apple to Sam, feeling generous. The apple made a soft 'thunk' as it made contact with Sams hand in a perfect catch. Then Sam made a loud 'THUNK!' as he hit the floor. Taking the beside table and the lamp along with him.
"SAMMY!!" was the thing he heard before he blacked out.
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"nng"
"Samm? Saaaaaamy" dean chanted as he poked his brothers cheek.
"Wut?" Sam mumbled, moving his head a bit trying to shake off his brothers prodding.
"You alive in there buddy? Scared the crap outta me!....AGAIN!!!!" Dean then gave Sam another shake, trying to decide if this was a hospital worthy occurrence.
"Gawd, I'm fine dude, stop it" Sam said lifting his head a bit and slowly opening his eyes. 'Why does my head hurt so much?' he wondered. His eyes finally opened as he realized he wasn't in his bed. He was face down on the floor, bent awkwardly between the two beds.
Dean smacked Sams ass, taking advantage of his position.
"Uhg" was all he could say as he tried to shimmy back up. It was very difficult considering his legs were all tangled up in the lamp wire. He paused, noticing the hole in the leg of his pants. he sighed.
"Lemme guess, light bulb? Sam asked sticking his finger in the hole and yanking on it for emphasis.
"No, you woke Cas up, so he thought it would be funny to light your pants on fire for revenge." Dean said, almost managing to hide is smirk.
"right..." Sam felt his headache receding. 'that's a relief' he thought. Becoming a little worried that maybe something really was wrong with his head.
"well now that your done making friends with the carpet, wanna try explaining to me what happened? `Cus you were fine and then you were down before i could even process anything was wrong." Dean rambled off, staring straight at his brother.
"Hmm...i dunno dude, i felt fine! you threw me the apple...that's really all i can remember." Sam said in complete honesty.
"Huh...interesting" Dean said, the gears clearly starting to turn in that head of his. It's always clear when he was thinking, it looked difficult for him, Sam chuckled to himself.
Remembering the apple Sam started to search around for it. He peaked under the bed and spotted it, the grumble in his stomach reminding him that he still hadn't eaten.
He reached for, then stopped. A wave of nausea spreading through him. "uuuuhhhg dude i don't feel so good, these damn apples are cursed i swear!" Sam said, half joking.
"Maybe they are" Dean said. Then he thought about the whole concept and laughed. 'that's ridiculous' he thought.
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Lol dont worry i think the next chapter will be longer. 8D this is getting to be really fun. wonder what'll happen next?
