Tuesday
Heat of the moment….
Your eyes shot open…unwillingly. From your spot on the couch, you had a perfect view of Dean tying his boots, while Sam matched your confused expression. "Rise and shine, gang!" You closed your eyes again "Dude. Asia. C'mon, you love this song and you know it."
Heat of the moment!
The volume increased, officially hitting your last nerve. Without a word, you grabbed the boot next to the couch and catapulted it straight at Dean. It hit his shoulder and got his attention. "Turn it off." You managed to mutter. He grimaced to himself; some comment about Sleeping Beauty, but still lowered the song. It took you less than five minutes to return to sleep.
A violent shaking woke you up. Sam stood over you, an eccentric look on his face. "C'mon Y/N/N. Up. We're doing things different today."
"Different compared to what? You guys waking me up seems pretty par for the course."
"Just… please?" He pleaded with his eyes, and you gave in. "Fine, I'll get ready. Dean in the shower?"
"Yeah."
As if on cue, you heard the older Winchester yell from the bathroom, "You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?" Guess Sam's crazy got to him too. "You'll thank me when it's Wednesday!" You were curious as hell as to what Sam was going through, but he was in no condition to answer questions. "Whatever that means." So Dean was just as clueless.
AAH!
A thud was heard from the shower…