That damn. blinking. cursor. It reminds him that he has made absolutely no progress on his paper for class, even though it's Sunday afternoon.
"...dean..."
Seriously? Why does the damn thing have to blink so much?
"Dean!"
Dean's head snapped up, nearly sending his laptop flying in the process. He scowled at his little brother, taking a moment to roll his shoulders and stretch his sore muscles. "What do you want, Sammy?"
"It's like, six o'clock, Dean. I'm starving," Sam whined, crossing his arms.
Dean rolled his eyes, "Dude, you JUST ate at two. It's not my fault you woke up late after staying up all night talking to your girlfriend."
Sam blushed as he rolled his eyes back, "First of all, she's not my girlfriend, and second, we were up late because Benny got trashed and you had to drive him home, remember?"
"Sorry, Dad, I don't recall requiring you to stay up and keep watch for me," Dean smirked.
"You're such a jerk, Dean," Sam huffed. "I can't believe you won't even feed your only brother."
Dean glanced up from his keyboard to meet his brother's best puppy dog stare, "Whatever, bitch. How's pizza sound? You order it. Large pepperoni and bacon."
Sam wrinkled his nose, "Um, can we get maybe like, half pepperoni and bacon, half vegetarian?"
Dean glared at his brother in suspicion, "I don't know where they found you, but we are definitely not related. No blood of mine eats rabbit food."
"Dad eats salads, Dean," Sam pointed out with a smug grin.
"You know what? Just, go order the fucking pizza, Sam," he muttered, throwing his empty water bottle at his brother. "And make sure they keep your shit on your side of the pizza!"
Sam glared at his brother, but picked up the empty bottle, quickly tossing it in the trash. He sighed, pulling out his phone before mumbling, "Thank you, Dean."
Dean sat back in his chair once more, gazing at the blank word document in front of him. He was pissed that he had put this off until the last minute again.
Where did the weekend even go? Wednesday, he had been given his first assignment from Cas. Thursday, he had gone to the movies with Lisa, opting to spend the night with her since Sam was over at Kevin's for the night. And what a night it was. Friday, they had played against Olson followed by an awesome after party that he didn't recover from until Saturday afternoon when he could finally stare at his computer screen without wanting to barf. He had full intentions to work on it last night when Benny had called, drunk off his ass.
Benny was already in deep shit with his dad for wrecking his truck last month, and he couldn't get in trouble again. Dean didn't hesitate, immediately going to pick up his inebriated friend and give him a ride to his mom's.
Benny hadn't been in the car for a full ten minutes before puking all over Baby, and Dean swore that the next time he saw Benny sober, he was going to punch him in the dick. By the time he had cleaned up Baby and come home, it had been 3 am, and Dean couldn't be bothered to give a shit about anything other than a much-needed shower and his bed.
Focus, dumb ass. You do this shit all the time.
Dean sighed, cracking his knuckles, and starting to type. By the time the pizza arrived, he had made decent progress, already a page and a half to show for his efforts.
"What are you working on anyway? I thought you already did your homework this week," Sam questioned, happily munching on his rabbit pizza.
"Dude, don't talk with your mouth full. There's too much green in there for that to even be considered pizza," Dean pretended to gag, causing his brother to smack him. "For your information, smarty pants, Ca- I mean, Novak gave me another assignment."
"Like, extra credit?"
Dean stared down at his half-eaten slice of meaty goodness, "Yeah, you could say that."
Sam considered this for a moment, watching his brother closely, "Is everything okay, Dean?"
Dean looked up, choosing to stuff the rest of his slice into his mouth in lieu of an answer, smirking when Sam moved away in disgust.
"Gross, dude! You have room to talk about bad manners," Sam grumbled.
Dean licked his fingers, winking at his little brother, "I'm older, Sammy. I can do what I want. It's like, older brother 101."
"My name is Sam," he fired back, rolling his eyes once more.
"Not to me, Sammy," Dean grinned, ruffling his brother's hair and then chasing him up the stairs after he punched him in the arm.
It wasn't until 1 am that he finally finished his assignment, opting to print it out in the morning so he could crash.
He woke up with a heavy yawn, still exhausted from the long weekend and lack of rest, heading for the bathroom to shower before waking up Sam and threatening him with the hose if he didn't get up.
He headed back to his room, connecting his laptop to the printer and hitting print on his assignment before going to make himself and Sammy some breakfast. 20 minutes later, he returned, finishing his fourth slice of toast before noticing the red blinking light on his printer. You have got to be kidding me.
He woke up his laptop, groaning at the message informing him that the printer was out of ink. "Damn it, Dad," he muttered, frantically searching for extra ink and tearing the den apart in the process.
"Uh, Dean? What are you doing," Sam queried from the doorway, hair still wet from his own shower.
"Dad used all the fucking ink again," Dean cursed, slumping into the chair with his head in his hands. He was so screwed.
"Can't you just email it to Novak? That way he knows it's done," Sam suggested, leaning against the door frame.
Dean sprang into action immediately, grinning at his brother, "Sammy, you're a goddamn genius."
"It's Sam, and yeah, kinda," Sam smirked.
Dean rolled his eyes as he pulled up his email, preparing to send the assignment when he froze. Shit. "Shit," he muttered.
"What's the matter," Sam asked, stepping into the room in concern.
"I don't have his email," Dean groaned, letting his head fall forward onto the desk with a thunk.
Sam came around the desk to stand by his brother, chuckling, "Dude. How did you even make it this far? You can just look him up in the directory on the school's website."
"Sammy, I could kiss you," Dean sighed in relief, following his brother's instructions.
Sam wrinkled his nose, "Yeah, don't do that."
"Not like that, perv," Dean laughed, sending the email and closing his laptop. "Now get your shit. We're gonna be late."