Sorry for the change in structure… decided it would be easier to narrate lol. Please review, comment give me ideas etc. It's appreciated!
Sam awoke many hours later, peacefully relieved that his sleep had been dream-free. Wiping his eyes he turned to glance at the clock. 11:00- he had slept for nearly 14 hours. Dean lay sprawled on his stomach, not moving, his head nestled practically on Sam's shoulder. Sam smiled to himself as he gently nudged Dean's head back onto his pillow and shimmied out from under his outstretched arm. Yawning, Sam pulled on his pants and decided to get breakfast from the gas station only a mile or so up the road. He grabbed Dean's wallet and keys and exited the room soundlessly.
Dean woke-up 10 minutes later in mind-numbing pain from his swollen shoulder. Wincing he stumbled out of bed, and realized Sam's absence. His keys were gone. This most likely meant Sam was getting food. Sam and food were never far apart. Dean's chuckle turned into a pained groan as he stretched out his right arm gingerly.
"Son of a bitch." Ice would have been the answer last night, now he just had to cope with a swollenly inept arm.
"Hey, you're up." Sam greeted coming through the door. "How's the shoulder?"
"Terrific." Dean muttered as he started towards the bathroom. "What did you get to eat?"
"Umm… a couple of those pre-wrapped muffin deals. Do you like blueberry?"
"Sure. I think I'd eat anything right now." Dean stepped into the bathroom closing the door.
"Hey, shouldn't we just hang out today? I mean, we shouldn't try to make it Traverse City, with your injury and all."
"There's nothing wrong with my shoulder. And yes we are gonna drive up there today," came the muffled reply from behind the bathroom door.
"Fine, but could you at least fill me in a little on what's going on in that mind of yours?"
Dean stepped out of the bathroom wiping his wet hands on his shirt front. "We're going to the State Hospital in Traverse City, MI. I got a call from an acquaintance that several of the people involved in the renovation have gone missing."
"Another mental hospital… great. The last time went so well."
"It'll be fine Sammy, just don't shoot me this time."
"Dean I…"
"I'm kidding, okay? Just relax. It's a beautiful area, on the lake, beaches, hot girls in bikinis… you'll love it."
"Dude, its March. There aren't gonna be any girls on the beach."
"Yah and if you don't shut up, by the time we get there it'll be June."
Sam shook his head, smiling. Good old Dean, back to normal. A State Hospital? They could handle it. Besides, it's not like all mental institutions had crazy doctors that took over your mind. Nahhh… it would be fine. Just fine.