Sam was the first one to wake up in the morning, just like it always was. He turned in the bed enough to look out the window, watching the sky starts to lighten as the sun rose.
It was something he never got tired of watching, there were no such thing as sunrises or sunsets in hell and he still remembered the first one he had seen, back when he and Dean had clawed their way out of hell on earth. He had been twelve years old and slightly terrified of leaving the only home they knew.
Dean had played it up back then, all confident and a swagger that had no place on a sixteen year olds frame. Looking back it was more than obvious that he was terrified of everything that had happened and them being alone but tried to hide it from Sam.
They had money saved up from a lifetime ago that was left to them as well as various other things, one of which was the impala, but ultimately they ended up adapting. And when they couldn't adapt properly, they stole. They stole money and things, broke into houses to get other things and they managed, they survived and lived.
And now, about a month ago they had started on their journey, years after being able to blend in and learning how to pretend to be humans, paying off and learning how to draw people to them to kill them.
But he still remembered that first sunrise, fresh from hell, sulfur still clinging to them and hellfire singeing their feet. Taking in the first deep of air from earth, coughing as it forcefully cleared his lungs and he had turned around and there was an explosion of colors coursing along the sky.
He hadn't wanted to move from that, enthralled and entranced by the scene. It took Dean dragging him to move him away that broke him out of his trance.
And ever since then, he had always gone out of his way to watch a sunrise. He'd wake up at the earliest hours, he'd make Dean stop driving, or stop mid-sex to watch. He never got tired of the view and he never wanted to miss another one ever again.
Dean mumbled something under his breath and moved closer to him, hips pressing against his. Sam leaned back into him but didn't look away from the window, watching the sun slowly rise into the sky.
There was no such colors in hell, hell was a mixture of black, red, and other deep colors that reminded him of being underwater and unable to see. It was a mixture of shadow and an absence of light that he found comforting and Dean found annoying.
But it didn't compare to the sunrise and he smiled as the sun rose completely. The colors had melted into the normal sky and his interest faded, turning onto his side so that he could look at his brother instead.
Dean was beautiful regardless of location, whether it was the sunlight falling on his face or the fires of hell making shadows dance over his skin, he was beautiful and it was another image that Sam knew he'd never get tired of.
Not to mention the face he made when the sun hit his eyes directly, scrunching up and slowly waking up because of the light. He nuzzled more into his pillow, trying to burrow deeper and hide away from it.
Sam watched him and then moved his head and body enough to let the sun that was coming through the window to hit Deans face completely.
It was almost instantaneous, Deans face scrunched up completely and a low deep groan came from his throat. He turned his head, pushing it completely into the pillow, one hand reaching for Sam.
"Times it?" he could hear his brother mumble. Sam looked up at the clock on the nightstand.
"It's almost seven in the morning." Sam told him, turning onto his back and taking Dean's hand in his, just playing with his fingers.
"You're a dick." Dean told him, his voice still muffled by sleep and pillow. "Why the hell did you have to wake me up?"
"I'm bored." Sam told him, entwining their fingers together. "And besides, we don't need to sleep."
"Yeah but I like it." Dean told him, despite how he was slowly moving closer to him. "Didn't have to wake me up dick."
Sam just hummed in response, kissing the back of Deans hand lightly. He could almost feel Deans smile and he pressed a smile into his skin.
"I'll make it up to you by getting coffee." Sam told him, turning in place to kiss him.
It took a while longer to actually get out of the bed and Sam was limping slightly with a smirk on his face, watching the barista squirm a bit at his obvious discomfort He could see two other people whispering in the back and once he had gotten his coffee orders and breakfast sandwiches a single thought made the coffee machine in the back explode, coating the people.
He couldn't keep from smiling as he walked back to the motel, sipping at his coffee. He felt the hair on the back of his neck raise slightly and his eyes barely narrowed, eyes clouding over slightly as his senses spread out.
Dean was the one settled in the present, he was the one to know when something was going to happen immediately, his intuition had saved their lives multiple times.
But Sam was the one that had an eye in the future, he was the one to see the paths that they could take and which ones to avoid.
He couldn't look too much, even doing too many peeks into the future was dangerous and he toed the line of not being able to be brought back.
And whenever he felt the change in the air, a rumbling in the ground, he knew that it was time to look into the future. A simple peek to understand and then back to the present.
He kept walking as he limped into the future, his smile fading into a hard scowl.
He saw John Winchester, clear as anything, approaching the motel they were staying at.
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