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On the Road Again
Chapter 4
Good Morning, Sunshine
"What the hell?" Dean rolled over and the room swung like a bell. Sam lay on the other side of the bed, spread out like a bear rug, covering all the available space.
Dean pushed at him with a foot, catching his brother on the hip and moving the Sasquatch a little sideways. Sam lifted his head, bleary eyed.
"What'd you want, Dean?" he muttered and then stuck his head under his pillow.
"Why does my head feel like the inside of a trash can? What happen last night?" Dean started to rant but the rising bile in his throat made him run for the bathroom. After making obeisance to the porcelain God and rinsing out his mouth, he returned to sit on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands.
He had almost sat on Sam's leg so he again pushed his brother's body around. "Why do I feel like this, bitch? I can't be hung over." Again he poked Sam. "Come on, damn it. Take care of me."
Sam gave up trying to sleep and sat up. "You feel like this because you got Roofied last night, jerk," he told his brother.
"What? Roofied? Who Roofied me?" Dean squawked. "You're supposed to watch my back. Why did you let me get Roofied?"
"They had you outside almost before I could stand up," Sam replied. "I saved your little pink ass from being raped by a guy built like an industrial freezer. You should say thank you instead of ragging on me, Princess. You could be hurtin' on both ends right now."
Dean flopped back on the nice warm spot Sam had just vacated. "Thanks for that and since you're up would you get me some pain killers? I'd appreciate it."
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After Sam was showered and Dean was medicated they decided to go out for breakfast before getting back on the road.
The motel had a coffee shop attached that looked like a hot spot. The town was hardly a bump in the road so the coffee shop was most likely the only action for the inhabitants tired of looking at their spouses' faces. Sam hustled a still moaning Dean along to a booth and nodded at the middle aged waitress. "Could you bring us coffee and keep it coming? "
Mildred came back to the table with her order pad and the coffee pot. Dean peered up at her over the top of his menu, barely able to do more than squint in the morning light. She had seen Sam guide the green eyed beauty to the table with an arm around his waist.
She looked at Dean and then at Sam and poured the coffee. She tapped the order pad with her pencil and then said to Sam, "Rode him hard and put 'em up wet, did you? Good times."