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Sam tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't sleep. Cars went by every now and again on the road that ran by the apartment and the ceiling would creak every once in a while from someone walking across the floor. His roommate snoring down the hall reminding Sam slightly of all the motel rooms that he had to sleep in growing up and he'd wake up and from the room next door he'd hear his dad snoring like a chainsaw. Sighing and sitting up in bed he fumbled around in the dark and turned on his desk lamp. Soft yellow light spilled from the bulb onto the built in white desk. Sam shielded his eyes against the sudden blinding light and felt around for a writing utensil and a notebook. Finally getting his eyes adjust to the light and finding what he was looking for he got back into bed and pulled his knees up and put his notebook against them and started to write.

Dear Dean,

Well it's 10:30PM and I can't sleep. Too many sounds keeping me awake. My roommate snoring for one, sometimes I wake up and think I'm back in a motel with you and dad. Also I keep thinking that someone is going to try to break into the apartment. Don't worry, no one is. For one thing I'm on the fourth floor of a five story apartment, and for another, I put a door jam up on both the deck door and the door leading out into the hallway, plus I put some protection things around just in case. Mark, my roommate, thinks I have weird superstitions. Oh well. I'm pretty safe here so again don't worry.

I'm trying to think of what it was you use to do for me when I was little and I couldn't sleep. Besides tell me to shut up and go to sleep. I know you use to make hot chocolate when we had the ingredients and something else, but I can't think of it. Anyway I might go and make myself some hot chocolate, if there is any milk left.

Stay safe

Your brother,

Sam.

Sam re-read the letter and made a face. He was rambling in it and he wasn't really saying too much but he felt better. He folded the letter and put it on his desk ready to stick into the box of letters for Dean when he got back from making himself some hot chocolate.