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CHAPTER 2:
It's been a couple of weeks since they demolished SucroCorp and Sam is in a motel, sitting on an old, lumpy mattress, waiting. He and Dean have been on a few easy hunts since the leviathan debacle and Dean seems determined to drag out their stay at every place they go. Sam thinks Dean deserves a break, which for Dean is an odd combination of liver damage, hunting, and careless hookups. He's not sure they can afford to rest though.
Yesterday they ganked a ghost, and to celebrate, went out for drinks. After about three beers, Dean had swaggered through the bar, chatting up girl after girl, before setting his eyes on a small, busty brunette with mischief in her eyes and a bottle in her hand. Dean had wrapped an arm around her, winked at Sam, and left. After that, Sam didn't see Dean for the rest of the night. Sam was too worried about how they were going to deal with Crowley to really unwind, so he left right after Dean did. Now, he's just waiting for Dean to get back to the motel.
Dean's strutting into their room, all cocky grins and jaunty movements. He hasn't been this peaceful in a long time and Sam's pretty sure he's about to mess it all up. Dean's saying something now and Sam furrows his brows, as if to say 'I hear what you're saying and I was totally listening this whole time.'
"Ah Sammy, I'm telling ya, these are the perks of the job. You should have seen her after we left the bar. She had these huge, bouncy breasts and the things she did with that tight little-"
Sam cuts him off, torn between brotherly horror and snorting at Dean's crass, but vivid description, "Dean."
"What?" Dean squawks, "Little Sammy can't handle hearing about true manhood? Man, you have got to get laid. Maybe if you did it more, you'd-"
"Dean," Sam warns him.
Dean finally gives up, realizing that Sam's not going to shift gears. He sighs, grumbling, "Alright, what is it princess?"
"We finished the hunt yesterday…"
"Okay?"
"What are we going to do now? We haven't really had much of a game plan these last few weeks."
"Game plan, Sam? We just toppled a whole organization, not to mention kicked that dick's ass, two weeks ago. I want to celebrate! Drive cross-country in the Impala, see the views," Dean raises his eyebrows at this, making it clear just which views he means, "Drink a lot of beer."
Sam looks away, not saying anything, steeling himself.
He turns back to look his brother in the eye, "Right, and I get that Dean. Believe me, I do. But Dick wasn't our only problem! The only reason Crowley wasn't all over us was because he was using us to fight the leviathans. Now that they're gone, Crowley is going to be coming at us full force. Not to mention, Frank's dead and even though we're legally dead as far as the law is concerned, I'm sure they're still suspicious about all the times we've 'faked' our deaths. They could still be on the lookout for two tall, criminal brothers driving an Impala, committing credit card fraud, and desecrating graves!" Sam speaks emphatically, trying to get his point across and hoping that Dean is in the mood to listen.
Apparently, he's not. Dean fidgets and looks irritated, almost childishly petulant. "Geez Sam. You might want to see if you can get that stick up your ass removed. It's pretty far up there, but don't worry, I'll schedule a doctor's appointment for it!"
Sam just looks at him, unruffled and determined. They glare at each other and Dean breaks eye contact.
He sighs, rubbing a hand across his jaw. "I know all that. But Sam, it's always something. When's the last time we really had a break? Time to wind down and not watch our backs for monsters? We're going to have plenty of problems, and I say, let's just live it up for now."
Dean's reasoning gives way to authoritative speaking, and he tells Sam, "I'm going to keep going to bars and banging chicks, you'll do whatever nerds do to relax, and maybe we'll go see the Grand Canyon." With that, Dean walks to the motel bathroom and closes the door.
Sam hears the click of the lock and groans. Head drooping and hands sprawled across his legs, he tries to calm down. He knows all Dean wants is to escape their everlasting pile of issues, but Sam knows it's all going to go wrong if they're not careful. He wants to go on the attack, face off against Crowley before they start to make new allies, people who could get hurt. He wants to face off against Crowley before the cops realize they're alive again and before whatever new unstoppable, anti-Winchester villain comes along and sets them on the defensive. He wants to stop being the victim and put an end to all these battles.