TMI: Okay, I finished this chapter. I think I only need 1 more chapter and that will be it. Leave reviews please.
"Oookay, did somebody get hit on the head too hard or something", Dean said as he looked down at Sam. His brother started to get up.
"Stop being so mean to me, Dean. You are hurting my feelings." Sam said, pouting.
"Ok, who are you and what have you done to my brother?" Dean asked half-joking and half-serious.
"See how you are mean to me?" Sam pouted as he combed his hair with his fingers.
"Shut up, or I'll knock you out", Dean said with a scowl on his face.
Sam pouted again, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
...
Dean groaned as he opened the car door, the 30 min. it had taken for them to get back to the hotel had been full of torture. Sam had been speaking a mile a minute about pretty houses, and cute couples and 'oh, look at the sweet little puppy'.
He gritted his teeth when he thought about it. What the hell is wrong with him anyways, he thought with a grim look on his face. Maybe it's some kind of weird tumor. We have to go see a doctor.
"Sam, get ready. We are going to the doctors." Dean called out to his brother.
3 hours later...
Dean was driving, concentrating and tight-lip. Sam had decided to keep his mouth shut. Dean was fuming. It took Sam freaking 3 hrs. to get ready. He wanted to take a shower and combed his hair to perfection, put on so much perfume the whole hotel room reeked of cologne. On top of that, it took him forever to get dressed. He kept trying on different clothes. He was acting like a freaking chick, Dean thought angrily.
"Dean", Sam said tentatively.
"What?" Dean snapped.
"Are you mad?" Sam asked.
Dean found that uproariously funny and couldn't help but laugh, of course he was mad. Secretly, he was also worried something might be wrong with his little brother.
Sam kept quiet the rest of the way, staring gloomily out the window.
...
They were back at the motel. Dean was pacing as he talked on the phone with Bobby. The Doctor had found nothing wrong, so Dean had decided o call an old friend and see if he could come up with anything.
"So, you think it's a curse then?" Dean asked. "Ok, yeah I will tell him. Bye Bobby and thanks. Talk to you later."
"Sammy, we have to go back to that stupid 'haunted' house to fix your damn problem", Dean said. "Get ready. This time you have 30 min. and then we are taking off, ready or not, cause I'm not waiting on you like you were some chick."
"I don't want to go. I'm scared." Sam wailed.