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Sam's eyes shot wide open as some loud noise pulled him into consciousness. He squinted as he tried to focus his eyes on the clock: 5:00 am. Sam could hear yelling from the down the hallway. He shot straight up in his bed, his mind racing a mile a minute. Why was somebody yelling? Did somebody find them and break in? How did they find Dean and him? Was Dean hurt? Was Cas okay?
He jumped out of bed and quietly slipped out his door, his gun already in his hand. He inched down the hallway, and now that he was out of his room the yelling sounded strange. He thought he could hear a woman speaking too. As he neared the room that they had converted into a living room he could see lights spilling out of the giant room and dancing on the opposite wall of the hall Sam was creeping down. A loud roar escaped the room and Sam stopped in his tracks. The sounds and lights finally made sense in his muddled and half awake mind. He put the safety back on and slipped his gun into one of his pajama pants pockets. Rounding the corner, he saw Dean and Cas on the couch, their faces lit by the shifting lights of the large TV screen. Dean leaned against an armrest and had his legs resting over Cas' knees. Cas stared intently at the television, a cup of something steaming between his hands resting on Dean's legs.
"Do you realize what ungodly hour it is?" Sam yelled over the high volume. Dean jumped and flew to sit up, almost knocking the mug out of Cas' hands. Grabbing the remote sitting on the back of the couch, Dean paused the film. Sam stumbled into the room to see what was on the screen.
"Sorry, Sammy. We couldn't sleep, and then Cas here," Dean said as he clapped Cas on the shoulder, almost knocking the mug again, "Let slip that he's never seen The Lord of the Rings."
"Well that's great, but do you have to watch it now?"
"We can turn it down if it's too loud," Cas offered with an embarrassed smile. Sam still stood next to the TV, partially obstructing the view of the paused film. He ran his hand though his hair and sighed, "Whatever. Just try to keep it down a little bit until the sun's at least come up, ok?"
Dean's goofy smile grew even larger as he reached for the remote, turned the volume down about two notches and looked up at Sam as if to say, There. I did it. The movie started up again, it looked like they were at the Mines of Moria. How did I know that, Sam shook his head and left the small room to hunt down some coffee; sleep was obviously out of the question at this point.
Sam took a few steps down the hallway as he headed toward the kitchen until he caught sight of Bildad walking toward him with something in his mouth. Bildad picked up his speed at ran straight into Sam's legs, forcing Sam to brace himself on the wall to avoid toppling onto the old lab. He reached down and patted him on his side as Bildad leaned farther into Sam's legs to encourage him to keep petting. Reaching around to Bildad's mouth, he pulled something with a strange shape out of his mouth. In the darkened hallway it was difficult to tell what it was until Sam held it closer to his face; his eyes widened when he realized he was holding on to what looked like a human bone. Bildad whined at Sam, reaching up to nip at the bone.
Sam turned back toward the room where Dean and Cas sounded like they were having a heated argument about the politics of elves. He walked into the room and stepped in front of the screen. Dean broke off from their argument to quickly find the remote and pause the movie. "Dude!"
"Do either of you know where this came from?" Sam held out the bone in front of them.
Cas leaned forward, squinting as he sniffed the object. Sam couldn't help a smile as he noticed the look of horror on Dean's face.
"I believe it's the radius bone of a pope from the Middle Ages," Cas said in a matter-of-fact tone, "The Men of Letters really do have an interesting collection here."
"Where did you find that?" Dean asked as he grimaced at the thing in Sam's hand.
"Bildad had it in his mouth." At his name, the greying lab walked into the room and lay on the floor between Sam and the couch.
"I guess we just need to make sure we keep the doors closed." Dean said as he stretched out, his feet landing next to Bildad's head. Bildad moved a bit to rest it on Dean's foot. Dean chuckled and rubbed one of his feet on the dog's back. Bildad rolled onto his stomach, tongue hanging out of his mouth, and looked up at Dean as the man rubbed his stomach with his foot.
I guess I'll deal with this, then, Sam grumbled to himself as he left the room once again. He was already growing incredibly impatient with Dean and Cas today. Bildad stayed with the two on the couch, as Sam left he could hear Dean coaxing the dog onto the couch as he pressed play on the movie again.
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Sam spent the morning back at the dining table, adding to the pile of journals and ancient books that he planned to read and translate. The cups of coffee he drank kept increasing and his nerves slowly became more shot as Dean and Cas continued their marathon down the hall. Even in a completely different room, Sam could hear the intense score blaring and the clashing of swords every few minutes.
Suddenly the sounds stopped. Sam glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it about 12 o'clock. Dean stumbled into the dining room, wearing house slippers and that old robe he'd grown so attached to, and shuffled past Sam as he went to the kitchen.
"You two finish your marathon?"
Dean stood in the kitchen door and scoffed, "As if. We only just finished the first half of the second movie."
"Dude, how long are those movies?"
"It's an all day thing, Sammy" Dean smiled as he turned into the kitchen to rummage for something to snack on. He came back out a few minutes later with two cups of coffee and a box of donuts under his arm. Sam watched as his big brother shuffled down the hallway with his prizes like a kid and sighed when he heard the burst of noise from the movie starting up again. Today was going to be a very long day.
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The sound of wailing and swords clashing coming from down the hallway shook Sam awake, his head snapping up from the book it was resting on at the table. At first his mind raced to find a weapon and prepare himself until his mind cleared and he remembered the marathon going on in the other room. Sam glanced at the watch on his cell: it was about one o'clock. He rubbed his eyes and pushed the book he had been sleeping on away from himself.
Shuffling into the room where Dean and Cas had been sitting all day, Sam was shocked at the collection of junk food wrappers and empty beer bottles and coffee cups on the coffee table that showed just how long they had been there. He stopped in the doorway and was greeted with a small bark from a half awake Bildad resting on top of Dean on the couch. Dean and Cas both looked up and paused the movie again now that Sam was there.
"You two are still at it? Do you realize you've been watching TV for over six hours?"
Dean shrugged, "We took a break, even made food. You're the one who's been sleeping all day." Sam scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe and tried to think of a retort. "Come on, Sam. Lighten up a bit. Come chill for awhile." Dean motioned toward the armchair next to the couch. Finally relenting, Sam left the doorway and walked around the couch to his seat. Cas offered Sam a friendly smile and held out an unopened beer for him, which Sam took gratefully.
"These movies really are quite fascinating, Sam," Cas offered in an attempt to make Sam more enthusiastic. Dean put in the next disk and plopped down on the couch next to Cas. He turned in his place, swinging his legs back up over Cas' legs and turned on the third movie. As soon as the opening credits began, Dean was telling an easily impressed Cas trivia about the making of the movie. Sam leaned back in the armchair and giggled as he thought to himself, And Dean says I'm the geek.