Trying to fight back a yawn and losing Dean felt as if his jaw was going to dislodge when he yawned, feeling it throughout his entire body.

He slumped back against the chair, blinking blearily at the notes in front of him that no longer made any sense. Words and what they meant had been lost to him a few minutes ago after a few more glasses of alcohol and that meant, no more studying for the day, night.

Glancing at his watch he gave a small grimace, it was late, way too late to be looking at books. Realizing that it was just a bit too quiet he turned to look where his brother had been sitting on the couch, softening slightly.

Sam had fallen asleep on the couch, half laying and half sitting on it. His phone was held loosely in his grip and his breathing steady.

Dean turned around to just...look at him, taking his fill in. He hadn't really had this chance to before, other than small glimpses, so now he picked out the bits and pieces that he hadn't noticed before.

Despite how he looked when he was awake, when he was asleep Sam almost looked...young. Even younger than his actual age, he looked more like the seventeen year old that Dean had remembered.

The premature wrinkles smoothed out, the weight lifted off of his shoulders, even the grey that had no place in his hair vanished in the dark of the room.

Sam looked at ease as he slept and it made Deans heart clench as he watched his little brother.

His own tiredness forgotten Dean turned completely, making as little noise as he could to do so. Sam was on a hair trigger response, it was why he was staying firmly in his seat and not getting closer, he didn't want to wake him up and he didn't want to get thrown across the room either.

Sams phone vibrated, from his point of vantage he could see that Sam was getting another text message. He held his breath when Sam shifted but breathed out when he didn't wake up, just moving into a slightly more comfortable position.

His phone, meanwhile, slid out of his hand and onto the couch cushion next to him. It shone brightly once more as another text appeared and then blacked out once more.

Sighing to himself, he got up, snagging the old blanket at the end of the couch. Moving carefully and gently he covered his brother with the blanket, snickering to himself when it barely covered him.

He grew up tall, taller than Dean ever thought he would. He never imagined there would be a day that he would have to look up to look his brother in the eye.

The phone lit up once more and he glanced at it, freezing when he saw the message that came up.

Ruby: So what, you're not even going to answer now? You're just going to ignore me?

Ruby. That demon that apparently Sam had slept with, knowing that she was a demon.

Dean felt his chest tighten as he stared down at the message before the phone blacked over again.

So that's who's been texting him all day, some messages Sam had answered and others he had ignored. Something that was now making her a bit angry and put off at based on her message.

Dean had no idea how to feel about it, he didn't know enough about demons and all these supernatural things to really have an opinion. It sometimes seemed like the supernatural things were all in one category that meant that they needed to be killed but then sometimes Sam would mutter something that would make him think otherwise.

Apparently he had a vampire and a werewolf friend at one point, both of which ate animals instead of humans which meant that they were on the better side which meant not to kill them.

He was sure that it was a very short list of supernatural beings that weren't to be killed but alright, it did exist.

But where did Ruby fall on those lists? What side was she on?

Sam apparently trusted her enough to sleep with her, and he just couldn't get that out of his mind. He had slept with a demon, knowing that she was a demon. They were in contact enough that Ruby could come into town and expect to see Sam, most likely hook up with him again too.

And it bothered him. It bothered him deeply and he couldn't really explain why. The thought that his brother, his baby brother, was being touched by a demon like that.

He couldn't help but wonder what she looked like, what she and Sam would look like. Demons apparently had black eyes, he remembered that from the warehouse, but otherwise he didn't think that the demon looked any different than a human being.

His phone lit up again and despite himself, he looked down at the screen.

Ruby: This is because of your brother, isn't it?

Dean stared at the phone until the light went out, not quite understanding what it meant.

What was about him? He hadn't done a single thing, the worst that he had done was get kidnapped by a demon but that wasn't exactly in his power of control to stop.

The phone lit up again.

Ruby: Can we just meet up and talk in person? I miss you Sammy.

And that...that made his blood boil just a bit. The nickname, the endearment. It wasn't only his, their parents used it too, but at the same time...it was personal. It was intimate in a way.

And the fact that Ruby felt comfortable enough to use it...it made him want to smash the phone against the floor.

Instead he breathed out deeply, focusing on that instead of the rage he couldn't quite understand that was boiling inside of him. He stood up and went to the other couch instead, their parents were given the other bedroom leaving the two couches to them. He laid down on it and stared up at the ceiling, already knowing that despite how tired he was, sleep wasn't going to come anytime soon.

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