Ch 4 "Sammy girl or dean girl?"

The room was dark and obstinately bleak. The carpeting and drapery had certainly seen better days. The beds smelled like mothballs and the mattresses were lumpy, but sadly it was the home he had ever known. The smell of motel soap always had a special place in heart, next to his fondness for blonds, something deep seeded from his childhood he had once heard his psych professor say. He squinted in the darkness as the computer screen became fuzzy, he cursed aloud all he needed was a migraine now. Sam decided that maybe he did need a break, four or five minutes to clear his head, even if for that small amount of time all he would be thinking about was his brother.

His brother, Sam couldn't get the events of the last few months out of his head. What Dean had done for him, what their father had done, and what demons were let out of hell. Then the usual guilt came. Sam was guilty because he couldn't find the words to tell his brother, the same brother who had raised him, who had literally given his own life for him, what he had seen when the demon took him back to the past. Sam shook his head, Dean was right he just couldn't relax, Sam didn't feel he had the right to, as long as his brothers mortality was on the line, he never would.

The air outside was brisk, usual for the middle of Oregon this time of year, heck usual for them anyways .It seemed like every town they ever went to was in perpetual winter. The silence was nice, peaceful ,that was until his phone started to ring.

"Yeah Dean." he groaned after reading the caller-id.

"Well hello to you too, mean a$$ little brother."

Despite his clear annoyance, Sam couldn't help but to smile. Dean was the only person who had that effect on him, something Sam knew he would be teased mercilessly about if Dean ever knew.

"Dude you about done?"

"Jeez Samantha, don't get your panties in a twist its only midnight."

"What? Dean it's like two in the morning!" Sam replied aspirated, how much had Dean had to drink?

"Beg to differ little brother, my watch says it's a minute after." Dean replied matter of fatly.

"I can tell time perfectly fine," Sam stopped and looked at his watch," And it is exactly-What the-"Sam stopped as the digital face showed him it was only 12:02.

Sam shook his head, he could've sworn it was later, was he that caught up in his research? He had herd of hours passing by fast when you're busy, but time almost standing still? That was a new level of weird altogether.

"Told ya," Dean snickered on the other line," Why don't you come up here man?"

"Dean," Sam started to whine," I told you I have research to do on the next job, not to mention-"Dean cut-in.

"Come on Sammy," Dean reasoned, "It can wait till tomorrow, besides would you really make your inebriated brother drink all alone like some weirdo ,would ya?"

Sam suddenly had a mental picture a brother sitting all alone in some dank, dirty hole in the wall, kinda pathetic.

"Well," Sam replied as he started wavering. until he heard something in the background ,"Is that a girl?!"

"Ah….not exactly." Dean slurred.

Sam scoffed aloud. Sometimes he really couldn't believe his brother.

"Dude I'm goin' to bed."

"Ah Sammy don't be like that. Just come up here for five minutes, it's the only way your drag my butt of the bar."

Sam considered this for a moment, no telling how long Dean would stay in there, and he wanted to get an early start in the morning, Sam had gotten wind of some mysterious suicides around an old graveyard, and he really didn't wanna dang a hung-over dean across two state lines. Poor boy didn't have the energy.

"Fine."

"That's my boy." Dean smiled as he hung up the cell.

"What are you planning?" Jensen asked suspiciously.

"Well Sam takes things a little too seriously, I think that you and I can liven him up."

Jensen smiled wickedly and raised his beer. Pink rolled her eyes.

"I do not want any part of this." She promised getting up and putting a quarter into the jukebox.

"You tryin' to tell us that you're a Sammy girl." Jensen teased.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Sammy girl?"

"Yup fangirls usually divide themselves into two groups. Dean Girls and Sammy girls." Jensen answered.

"You know it's kinda creepy how much you know about fangirls."Pink replied sitting back down.

Dean smirked.

"So which is it?" he asked as the song started up.

"Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach. I can feel it in the air the summers out of reach.." She sang avoiding his question.

"Ha!I knew it." Dean yelled triumphantly.

"No you don't!" Pink stated blushing.

The boys just laughed, as she stuck her tongue out.

"Yup she's a Dean girl." Jensen continued teasing.

"So you in?" Dean asked

Pink continued blushing, then smiled and nodded her head.

"Jared's next."

TBC