The boys woke up with a start from their beds, gasping. Hearing the other and realizing this was the first time they'd gotten up together and heard one another, they turned around, facing each other.
Sam and Dean stared at each other, looking into the horror in each others eyes, both knowing exactly what the other had seen. One's silence confirmed what the other's silence asked.
Slowly, understanding filled their eyes and face, and Dean stammered, almost choking with relief,"Sammy?"
Just hearing Dean and seeing him whole was enough for Sam. He jumped out of his bed at the same time Dean jumped out of his, each embracing the other in a bone-crushing hug, tears streaming down both their faces, and felt immeasurable joy that they could feel each others heart beating continuously after a long time, and that the beating didn't stop.
And they didn't care who came in and saw them, and Dean didn't give a rat's ass that it would probably be one of the first chick-flick moments he'd initiated.
"You-you okay Sammy?" Dean asked, after they pulled away, his green eyes filled with concern,worry and love for his little brother.
"I'm fine Dean, I'm fine," Sam let out a shaky laugh. "Did-did the Trickster meet you too?"
Dean's eyes widened. "The Trickster? Why would that bast-" and Dean's face finally showed understanding of what had happened. His eyes hardened, "You went through it too huh?"
Sam shook his head silently, running his hands across his face. "He met me. Told me what he did."
Dean's eyes were now filled with anger. "That disgusting son of a bitch. I'll kill him Sammy, I swear I will. I'm gonna-"
"No Dean, you're not gonna. I promised him we won't. He'll do it again and again then...and," Sam's voice cracked, "he said he'd make it real."
Dean understood, the anger in his eyes fading away, replace by relief and regret. Regret that he couldn't stake the bastard and kill him one and for all. And relief that his little brother was okay. He sighed, nodded, and said,"Fine Sam, I won't. We won't. Now please let's just get outta here. I can't stay in this room for another damn second," and he went around, tossed Sam's bag to him, and began packing his own.
Sam followed, throwing everything in the bag. They checked out as fast as they could and dumped their things in the Impala.
"Aw baby I missed you," Dean sighed out loud, sitting in the Impala, patting the dashboard. Sam smiled, glad for everything to be normal again, at least, what little normalcy they had left in their life. Dean looked over to his brother, grinning happily for once in a long time, and Sam grinned back, temporary enjoying the little happiness they had, but each knowing that what they had seen and what the other had seen would never fade away, and it would continue to haunt them.
Dean put the car into reverse, switched on the radio, and they fled out of Florida, each trying to forget the horrors they'd experienced and focus on the fact that the other was still breathing.
And it was finally Wednesday, 3rd of November.