Heat of the moment
Heat of the moment
"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Sam opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep away and yawning. Dean was sitting on the adjacent bed, already fully dressed and tightening the laces on his shoes.
"Ughhhhh." Sam groaned at the familiar song pouring out of the radio.
"You love this song and you know it."
Sam listened to a few more lines before reaching over to turn it off, ignoring Dean's protests.
Sam turned to his brother with surprise when his complaints quickly faded into compliance. After the fight they had had last night, Sam was surprised to find his brother so amicable. He shrugged it off. Maybe Dean just wasn't in the mood to continue their fighting.
The subtle buzz that filled the room was comfortable, the shared silence of two people who had been travelling together for far too long to have awkward moments corrupted by the memory of their dispute.
Sam shook out his sleep stiffened limbs as he pushed the sheets off his legs and stood up. He took in the signs of their spat, which had briefly taken a physical turn. Sam wondered why Dean was ignoring everything.
Sam watched as Dean went through his morning bathroom routine. It was the same every day, and Sam was most definitely getting bored of these lookalike motel rooms with their small bathrooms and shared sleeping areas.
As soon as Dean was done rinsing his mouth out (and checking himself out in the mirror), he relinquished the sink to Sam, who folded his tall frame into the tiny space in front of it. While he brushed his teeth and attempted to comb back his hair, Sam could hear Dean going through their bags again. They hadn't touched anything, but apparently their stuff requires rearrangement. Sam didn't say anything. He was uneasy with his brother's apparent nonchalance. It was a complete turn from how they'd ended yesterday.
Sam briefly considered saying something, apologizing maybe, but as much as he had been in the wrong last night, Dean was equally to blame.
Dean just continued to pack. For some strange reason, Sam felt a little nostalgic about their hotel room, though what set it apart from any other was beyond him. Leaving it should feel just like leaving any second-rate hotel, but it felt a little like leaving home.
They were driving away in a few short hours, ducking out to get breakfast first, and then moving on to their next job, in a town a lot like this. Only somewhere else. Somewhere without...
By the time Sam had finished getting dressed, Dean had been standing patiently at the door for a fair while. Unwilling to start another fight Sam hurried with the last few buttons and followed his brother out the door.