The room was dark and completely silent when Dean opened the door. Not a single sound broke from the dump of a motel room they'd been staying in. Suspicion tingled in the hunter's gut; it shouldn't be this silent. Sam should be in.
His eyes scanned the darkness until his gaze found the outline of a body flopped over one of the beds, completely still.
"Sammy!" The hunter cried as he dropped his food and ran over to his brothers stock-still form. Grabbing at the man, he pulled him up into a sitting position and began shaking him viciously.
"DEAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The vampire shouted over Dean's frantic noises.
Frightfully pale, Dean peered up in shock, "Sam?! You're alive? You weren't breathing!"
Rolling his eyes slightly, Sam gazed down at the floor in shame, "I don't have to anymore..."
Dean blinked for a moment before laughing, "Guess that could come in use sometime."