Dean looked over at his brother, broad chest sagging against the window, long legs folded up. When Sam was tired enough to actually fall asleep in the car there was a good chance he'd nod off right away once his head hit the pillow.
With Sam fast asleep he could steal out of the motel room and be back before he noticed. He'd done some quick research of his own before he suggested the whole Halloween idea to Sam, so he knew what he wanted to buy.
He'd used their last pit stop – which Sam had thankfully slept through- to get a new lockbox. All he needed was a little privacy and w-LAN so he could get Sam the costume of doom.
He decided to gun the engine as soon as they were out of the black ice area, let his baby throb to life like she was supposed to. He just hoped they'd make it to Humboldt Lake before dusk just in case the next motel didn't have wi-fi.
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Sam was mumbling under his breath, nothing Dean could make out but it sounded like he was in pain. Reaching over to nudge his shoulder, Dean fishtailed for a second. "Sammy."
Sam's head shot up. "Whaa?"
"Navigator isn't supposed to fall asleep. Where are we?"
Sam rummaged around in the glove compartment for the map and almost tore the pages as he unfolded it hastily. Looking around to check where they were, he cleared his throat and shook his bangs out of his eyes.
"'S the right road. "
"No shit, Sherlock."
Sam scowled and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "We still stopping at the border?"
"That sonuvabitch threw me around like a rag doll so unless you wanna drive, yeah, we're stopping in two hours."
"So your back's still hurting?"
"My back is fine, Sam," Dean replied snappishly, earning him one of Sam's questioning looks.
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Sam looked over at Dean who was slightly more hunched over the steering wheel than seemed comfortable. "So, old man, want me to get the room?"
Wincing when he raised his right arm from the wheel, Dean flipped him the bird. "You know what I'll buy with the hundred bucks you owe me? Itching powder. A lifetime supply."
Sam chuckled as he got out of the car. "You wish, gampy. I don't owe you anything. Since I'm getting the room I get dibs on the first shower, too."
Dean didn't protest when Sam came back to unload the trunk and got both their duffels out. He sauntered after him, absently worrying at the part of his leather jacket where he could feel his shoulder throbbing.
It was dark by now, the motel's neon signs bathed everything in a cobalt blue light that just served to underline the fact that it was still pretty freaking cold.
He'd seen a pizza joint up on the main street and although he could never remember his exorcisms when he needed it the most, he was a lot better with numbers.
He just wanted to order something cartwheel-sized and annoy Sam to death by eating it on his little brother's bed while he took a shower.
Sam would whine on about having to sleep on crumbs and that in itself was damn near perfect, only outdone by the knowledge that while Sam showered he would order what he'd been looking at before he got hammered in Caldwell.
Peering over Sam's shoulder while he opened the door, Dean was surprised not to find the generic fleabag furnishings he'd expected.
There were two beds with Bordeaux red bedspreads that actually looked big enough for Sam, a beige carpet that looked freshly cleaned and a set of charcoal paintings that probably showed the lake panorama.
Only the fake ivory chandelier looked a little tacky, apart from that the room was a nice exception to the rule.
Sam walked in, threw Dean's duffel on the bed closest to the door without question, dropped his own on the other bed and went straight for the bathroom.
In rooms like this they sometimes gave the little shampoo and conditioner bottles a shot; in worse places they used their own products. Dean figured he'd have at least twenty minutes till Sam resurfaced so he fished the laptop out of his brother's duffel and, not bothering to take off his boots, slowly settled on Sam's bed.
After ordering a pizza for each of them, he snapped it open and typed in what little he remembered of the link.
There it was, exactly what he was searching for. Two left clicks and the page was loading.
"Secretseduction(dot)com, experience your secret fantasies." The speakers blared out and a pop-up promised him that his girlfriend was going to love this. He coughed, trying to suppress a hysteric laughing fit. Sam would hear him in the bathroom and the re-run of Bones didn't explain that kind of reaction.
The lustrous, semi-transparent, baby blue fabric alone was embarrassing enough but the general view was just priceless. He had no fucking clue what tulle was and he couldn't care less that it was hand wash only; they were only gonna wear this once in their life, preferably when they were really, really drunk.
He hit the order button and chuckled softly. This was worth it. He was fairly sure that even when he was in hell Sam would always remember the day his brother made him celebrate Halloween.
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