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So here is the next chapter, I know it's a short one, but the next is rather long.
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Sam woke the next morning to the smell of pancakes wafting through the house. He couldn't believe it. Though he guessed that Dean had just been up all night and decided to make breakfast before he hit the hay himself, it wouldn't be the first time that had happened after all, hell it wouldn't be the 20th. With a shake of his head he got himself ready before appearing downstairs in his kitchen only to be greeted by a clean and freshly shaven Dean murmuring along to the radio while cooking and dancing at the same time.
"What you doing, Dean?" He asked from the doorway with a puzzled look on his face. I mean, how was he so chirpy so early in the morning when he was no doubt up most of the night writing?
"Making breakfast Sammy, why what you doing?" Dean asked giving his brother a cheeky grin as he piled pancakes on to a plate and carried them over to the table.
"Have you been to bed yet?" Sam asked moving into the kitchen to get himself and his brother coffee.
"Yep, just got up early." Dean responded settling down so that he and his brother could share breakfast like they used to do regularly before going to school, Dean was usually the one cooking it then as well.
"How much sleep have you had?" Sam asked round a mouthful of his brothers amazing pancakes. He didn't know what Dean put in them, but they had always been the best he had ever had. They always reminded him of home somehow.
"I don't know, four hours?" Dean replied with a shrug and putting the pancakes in his mouth he closed his eyes and moaned at how awesome they were. Damn he was good.
At the sounds coming from Dean, Sam gave him a patented bitchface, waiting until Dean opened his eyes and registered it, though all Dean did in response was smirk, before he asked the question he really wanted answering.
"Why are you awake?"
"Can't I cook my favourite brother breakfast just because want to?" Dean asked evasively making Sam narrow his eyes at him in glee. Dean was trying to keep something from him. That was not going to happen.
"You could. I don't believe that's what you're doing, but you could." Sam replied in his innocent voice which made Dean glare at him, he knew full well that Sam would not give up until he got the truth out of his brother.
"Fine Cas is coming round at 10 to show me the sights." Dean finally responded trying to act casual, but he found he couldn't met his brother's eyes. He just knew Sam was going to rib him for this one, again.
"Right, and what are you planning on doing with the rest of your day? Cos that'll take about half an hour." Sam asked with a chuckle. I mean this town really wasn't that big, and there certainly wasn't much to see in the way of sights.
"We'll have to see won't we?" Dean responded with a cheeky grin as he waggled his eyebrows at Sam making him roll his eyes.
"Do I even want to know?" He muttered shaking his head at his brother. He was unbelievable some times.
"Hey. Get your head out of the gutter." Dean said in a fake stern voice. Like Sam had learnt those thoughts from anyone other than the man sitting across from him.
"Me? I think you're getting us mixed up, but anyway just do me a favour, don't have sex on the couch… or the kitchen table… or in fact anywhere other than the bed you're sleeping in." Sam responded standing as he smirked at his big brother who was sitting there with his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Bitch." Dean finally managed to snap out at Sam.
"Jerk." Sam replied with a chuckle as he slipped out of the house to go to work leaving Dean shaking his head at his brothers departing back. He then proceeded to tidy up after breakfast. Then, checking his watch, he saw it was only 9, he had another hour before Cas arrived. Hmm what to do? With that thought his eyes were pulled to the piano which now had his guitar propped up beside it. Well he had the time, he might as well have a look at that song he was supposed to write last night. Not the one inspired by Cas, but the one based on Gabriel. The other one he knew he would only work on in the dark of the night. It was his own little secret, another one, but this was one his brother didn't know about. As such he went and made himself comfortable on the piano stool and grabbed the pad to prop up in front of him and placed a pencil behind his ear so he could scribble as he played. He then relaxed into picking out tunes, on the piano and the guitar alternately, depending on which seemed to give him the greatest inspiration for the sound of each line.