The boys woke around 11am.
"Wiley's gone," Sam observed sleepily.
"Hmm. Redhead. Dude's a horndog."
"Takes one to know one." Sam yawned. "You hungry?"
Dean grunted a no. Then, "Yes, starving."
"I'll go out, bring something back."
"Cheeseburgers. And don't forget the pie."
"Duh." Sam put an exploratory hand on his brother's bandaged torso. "How you feeling?"
A shrug. "Tired."
"We should stay a few days." Sam suggested. "Get you rested up."
"We can stay." Dean grinned mischievously. "But rest can wait."
He pulled Sam into his arms. Nothing more was said for a long, happy time.
And pie followed.
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I've been writing Supernatural fanfic (with an occasional foray into Marvel) since 2011 and have loved every minute of it. This fic is my last. For now. I have a lot going on right now, health- and otherwise. I am giving up writing fanfic for now so that any extra time I have can be spent on a collection of short stories and a novel that need more of my time and a lot of babying. That's not to say I'm giving up fanfic. I love reading it too much to even consider that.
Thank you so much to those who've been reading my stories. Every Kudos and comment meant the world to me. Truly. My heartfelt love to you all.