Dean rubbed at his eyes, the words in front of him were swimming and he couldn't concentrate anymore.

Despite all the training that Sam was pushing on him there was a lot more reading involved when it came to hunting things that went bump in the dark. More reading than he thought would be involved.

He didn't do this much studying for school let alone for something like this and it was grinding against the gears he didn't realize were there.

He was not a scholar, he knew that for a while, he was good with his hands and he was good in motion, it's why he became a mechanic because those things made sense to him more than studying.

Sighing he tossed his book to the side, running his fingers through his short hair and rubbing at his scalp.

Too much information being thrown at him all at once, he couldn't really take it all in.

There was a clinking of ice and a glass being pressed into the back of his hand. Bringing his hands down and his head up he saw Sam standing over him holding out a glass of amber liquid at him.

"You look like you could use a drink." Sam said softly, sitting down in the other chair with his own glass. Dean took his own and nodded his thanks, taking a sip, grimacing slightly at the sharp taste.

Sam gave a thin smile at him and drank from his own glass, barely winching at the taste. "You get used to it." he told him. "How's the reading going?"

"Badly, I don't like to do this." Dean said, shoving the books slightly. "What were you doing?"

"I was outside sharpening stakes and knives." Sam said. "Getting some aggression out in a healthy manner."

Dean blinked at that. "I thought we killed vampires with decapitation." he said. "What's the stakes for?"

Sam smiled at that, shaking his head. "Other monsters that require being staked." he said, nodding at the book. "It's all in there."

Dean shot the book a dirty look, sipping at his drink instead. "I think I've had enough studying for tonight." he said.

"Hence, the drink." Sam said raising his glass. "Yeah I know, it's a lot. You should take a few breaks in between."

"Yeah, good." Dean said a bit lamely, finishing his drink with a groan, closing his eyes and shaking his head at the taste. Sam reached over and refilled his glass.

"So we've talked about me a lot, let's talk about you." Sam said, leaning back in his seat. "How are you?"

Dean half snorted at that, shaking his head once more. "My life isn't as exciting as yours Sammy." he said. "Not much to talk about."

"Well there has to be something." Sam said, his voice hitching slightly. "Like...any girlfriends in your life?"

Deans eyebrows rose at that and he gave a small laugh. "Nah, no girlfriends." he said. "One night stands mostly but nothing else."

"You sure about that?" Sam asked, a slight tease to his voice. "Nothing serious?"

"Okay now you sound like mom." Dean shot back. "No, nothing serious. Haven't been looking for anything."

"Alright, fair, not like I'm the one to say anything about that." Sam said. "So what else? I know you work at the shop with dad."

"Yeah, didn't really do the other degree for college." Dean said. "Went to a community college, got my degree in engineering, and that's it."

Sam had a small sad smile on his face, nodding as Dean spoke. "Sounds pretty normal." he said softly.

"Yeah, it was." Dean said, smile fading as he stared into the depths of his glass. "And that's it, nothing else important happened in my life. It all kinda just...stopped once you were gone."

Sam looked up at that. "What do you mean?"

"Sam once you were gone, run away with no reason, no note, we didn't have a clue to where you were or what had happened...none of us were in the mood to really...do anything." Dean said honestly. "It kinda took all the strength out of our sails and...nothing really made sense anymore."

"Dean I don't know how many more times I can apologize." Sam said softly. "I really don't but I'm sorry, I am, I was just..."

"Trying to do the right thing." Dean finished for him. "I know Sammy, I know. I'm not looking for apologizes right now. You asked, I answered, and I gave the answer. It just happened to go with the whole...you leaving things."

Sam swallowed and refilled their glasses once more. "If I had the power to turn back time, I would've." he said. "Unfortunately only angels can do that and I'm not about to ask any of them for help."

"The important thing is that we're here and we're together." Dean said, raising his glass in a toast. "And no matter, we're going to stay together."

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