Chapter 4
Saturday finally rolled around, and Dean was getting tired of Sam's nerves. Sam had hardly slept... it seemed like he was a little kid again, excited about Disneyland. When Dean asked Sam why he wouldn't just go to sleep already, Sam told him he couldn't.
"What if I screw things up again, Dean?"
"Dude... you're twenty-three... calm your ass down before I strap you to that bed and force-feed you horse tranquilizers!" He rolled over in the bed and buried his face in the pillow.
"Do you know how awkward that sounds?"
"What are you, ten? Sammy, I'm tired. It's three in the morning, and you haven't been to sleep. If you fall asleep at the table, I'll laugh my ass off, now GO TO SLEEP!!"
"I can't, Dean, I'm too nervous."
Dean shot up in the bed and glared at Sam. "You'll be fine. You're ready for this, you can do it. She likes you, you like her, give it a few days, and Iian is history. Now if you don't at least let ME get some SLEEP, you won't make it to see your date! So, just SHUT... UP!"
Sam's jaw dropped. "Jeez, Dean... grumpy much?"
Dean threw a pillow at Sam and flopped face-down on the bed, tucking his hands under the pillow.
"Dean?"
"WHAT?!"
"You hit me in the face with that."
"Did it break your nose?"
"Uh, no."
"Damn."
Just when Dean finally thought he'd get some sleep.
"Dean?"
"Sam, go to sleep."
"Dean?"
"What?"
"I forgot..." Sam laughed at how irritated his brother was getting.
"What do you mean 'I forgot'?"
"I forgot what I was gonna say."
"Dammit, Sam, go to sleep!"
Sam shook his head, rolled over, and finally went to sleep.