As the sun began illuminating the thin curtain of the motel room, the Winchester boys were already back to their own version of normality. Sam sat cross-legged on the bed, the laptop propped before him as he scanned newspapers both local and interstate. Dean set about gathering their belongings, putting that aside to glance through their Dad's book when same felt he had something.

To any outsiders, it would look as though their early morning conversation had never occurred. "Sammy, you're slower at finding things than a pre schooler who's lost his glasses" Dean was rewarded with a pillow aimed unexpectedly at his face. Sam ignored the much-hated nickname, knowing mentioning his hatred for it would create another thing Dean had over him.

"Why don't you come and look then?" He said, irritated.

Dean tilted his head ever so slighting in a gesture of acceptance and took the laptop from in front of his brother and dumped himself on the opposite bed, placing the laptop in it's rightful place. Tapping at keys, Sa watched as Dean's eyes scanned briefly over articles, much swifter than his own eyes had done

"You're not going to find anything" Sam taunted. Dean held up a hand to silence his brother as he read the article in front of him with more attention. He raised his eyes long enough to meet Sam with a smirk before diving back into articles he had found.

With a look of smug satisfaction, Dean turned the computer back to Sam. "Gotta know what to look for, Mr College." Picking up the two bags and the car keys, Dean let himself out of the room. Sam read over the articles Dean had found before looking towards the open door and shaking his head.

Before he had time to even close down the computer, Sam heard the rev of the car and knew it was a call for him to hurry his ass up. Holding the computer in one hand, Sam tucked his phone into his pocket, glanced around the room then strode out the door, pulling it closed behind him. As he reached the passenger side of the door, he reached out his hand to pull the handle. As he did so, the car jerked forward a little way. Sam caught p with the car and tried again, much to the same effect. He looked in through the back window to see Dean watching him with a large grin planted on his face. "Dean! What the hell?" Sam cried in frustration. He made another lunch for the door, but Dean was too quick. In the process, Sam dropped the laptop on the hard ground. Fuming, he picked it up and made a rather ridiculous grab for the handle, expecting it to be ripped away as soon as he got there. But the car stayed stationary, making Sam look like a fool. Sam got into the car, placing the slightly injured laptop on his lap to inspect the damage it had sustained. Dean glanced over at it with a thoughtful frown.

"You know Sammy, you should really be more careful with that thing." Sam glared at his brother in disbelief then reached out a hand to give him a small smack on the back of the head.

"Hey, no rough housing the driver!"

With a final roar, the Impala exited the dingy motel on its way to the next job. As the deafening music came on once again, Sam couldn't help but smile. They would be all right. He wasn't sure for how long, but for the moment at least, they were all right.

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AN: Yes, terrible, dreadful end and all that, but come on. I needed closure or something. I know the little thing with Sam trying to get in the car is quite childish, but I found it funny. I'm not sure if it's something Dean would do, I'll leave that for you to decide. Thanks for reading my very first Supernatural fic. It's been a tough one…not always in character I'm sure and all that nasty stuff. But I enjoyed writing it and I hope you've enjoyed reading it. Reviews are loved, constructive criticism always welcome.

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