Unholy predictions
AN: Sorry it's kinda short… but I had school…. I promise to write more..
Dean rolls over in bed, the light from the open curtains flashing brightly in his eyes. "Damn it, Sam. Couldn't you have closed the blinds." Dean looks over at his sleeping brother, 'I wonder how long till it takes affect.'
Dean shrugs and pulls the blankets off, heading to the shower. After a quick shower and shave, Dean pokes his head out of the bathroom. Sam is sitting in bed, his eyes glancing around the room. "Hey Sammy."
"Hey Dean." Sam yawns, and looks out the window. "I think we over slept."
"No it's just a little later than usual." Dean rubs a towel over his hair. "How you feeling?"
"Fine, Why?" Sam looks at Dean puzzled.
"You just looked pale last night."
"Oh I don't feel any different."
"Ok." Dean growls 'Damn it, should have know it wouldn't work.'
Three hours later Dean is cleaning the cut above Sam's nose. "I don't get why in the hell you thought when I said duck, it meant stand in front of me still." Sam shrugs and winces when Dean rubs a little to hard.
"I don't know, ok, and man would you be a little easier. I mean it is… Shut up, I can't do this with you talking." Dean pauses when Sam for once does just that shuts up, no extra commentary. Dean's eyes widen, "Sam."
"Yeah."
"Are you ok?"
"Dude, I'm fine."
"Could you drive to the store and get beer?" Dean waits for the no… but it never comes, Sam just nods and grabs the keys off the table. "Oh and grab us something to eat." 'finally.'