-1"Dude you weigh a ton." Dean said with a smile after about an hour of walking with Sam on his back.

Sam didn't reply.

"Sammy?" Dean asked as he stopped and turned his head around and saw Sam asleep.

Sam smiled and continued to walk.

An hour later and Dean had finally made it to the hotel, and was happy to see his car in perfect condition.

"Sam, Sam." Dean said trying to wake sleeping Sammy.

"Uh.." Sam said still half asleep.

"Were here." Dean answered opening the motel door to see everything the way they left it even the blood stain.

Dean laid Sammy on the bed.

"Go back to sleep Sammy." Dean whispered and gave Sam a kiss on the head.

Within 10 minutes Sam was knocked out.

Dean was dead tired but he didn't want to sleep he wanted to make sure Sammy sleep peaceful.

Dean flopped on the other bed and turned on the television.

After flipping through the 20 channels he got bored he looked over at the clock it read 5:30 am.

"God time goes by so slow." he through as he stood up and stretched.

He looked over at Sam who was sound asleep not even a earthquake could wake him.

Dean went through his black bag full of cloth and grabbed a tee shirt and some jeans and headed to the bathroom.

He decided to take a shower before Sam woke up.

He shut the bathroom door and turned on the clod tab and stared at himself in the mirror.

"I look a wrack." he thought.

When he got out of the bathroom after his shower he saw Sammy up stretching.

"Hey you." Dean smiled.

"Hey" Sam yarned.

"Did you sleep good?" Dean asked throwing his dirty cloth into his bag.

"Ya, but you look horrible Dude." Sam smiled.

"Ya." Dean said as he tackled Sam and started tickling him.

"You weight a ton." Dean laughed "it took me forever to carry you and your big ass back to the motel."

"Dean…stop….that tickles." Sam managed to finally get out.

"It's suppose to tickle." Dean laughed as he tickled Sam more.

"Dean." Sam laughed.

Dean finally stopped.

Sam was still laughing uncontrollably.

Sam looked up at his big brother and smiled.

Dean loved his smile.

"Dean?" Sam said as his smile left his face.

"Ya Sammy?"

"Can you get off of me?"

"Why" Dean smiled as he bent down and kissed Sammy.

Cough, Cough "Dean get off your brother." A voice demanded.

"I know that voice." Dean thought.

Dean turned around and saw…

TBC