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Another day of traveling. It was kind of startling this morning when he was brushing his teeth and he realized that he was starting to get used to living in motels. That he was used to seeing unfamiliar yet at the same time familiar motel rooms. That it was no longer strange to wake up in an unfamiliar bed and not automatically know which town he was in at the moment. Used to pulling into a new motel at night and settling down for the night. Being grateful for the motel rooms which had decent cable since conversations with Sam that had any in depth were few and far between.
That's what they were doing now. Sitting at the table eating Chinese food from the little white cartons, which they had picked up before they checked in. It wasn't half bad. Sam who had finished his food earlier was sitting on his bed, watching TV again in that intense way he had. The movie itself was a movie that Dean had seen before and felt indifferent about.
Not long after, Dean finished his food as well and got himself ready for bed. When he came out of the bathroom Sam was exactly where Dean had left him it seemed like he hadn't moved even an inch.
Dean sighed, It had been a week since the whole incident. Sam had backed off a bit, let him pick where ever he wanted to eat. Though any time they went somewhere they were supposed to sit down, he'd watch the exits and the windows the entire time they were there he wouldn't relax even a little bit until they were on the road again. Just yesterday he had eased up on the driving thing again, Dean had driven for eight hours and then Sam had. Dean hadn't really slept that well in the car so he hadn't been up for another round of driving, plus the silence was really starting to get to him. He got that maybe Sam wasn't a chatty Cathy but all this silence was driving him crazy. Problem was he wasn't sure what to ask that wouldn't be too invasive, that wouldn't get Sam pull up a wall that was damn near impossible to get through.
"Sam." Sam didn't look at him just kept starring at the TV. Dean decided to drop it since his eyelids were starting to feel like there were lead weight attached to them.
"Turn off the light before you go to bed." he said instead and climbed into bed, the sheet weren't as bad as some, but he didn't think about them for long.
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It was 2 hours after breakfast and a few more to go to lunch and Dean was so bored of the silence. He had tried again to talk but Sam hadn't been very cooperative. Dean was just staring out of his window, they were in mountain country. He was sure that he had been to the 48 continental United States by now. Which now that he thought about it was kind of cool, or would be if they had done something. Dean sighed, he was so bored.
Dean blinked as he realized that they were going onto an off-ramp, it was entirely too early for lunch as road leveled out he saw that there was no town here. No diners, no fast food, not even a gas station. Dean moved his attention to Sam's face hoping that it would give up why they were here. Of course it was as impassive as ever. Dean opted instead to stare at the landscape again, this time hoping it would him some clue to why they were there.
Sam turned left at the first fork in the road onto a much smaller road, barely enough room for two passing cars but the road was empty except for them. Sam drove a mile or so down the road then stopped the car. Dean looked around and found trees hills, dirt and more trees but no houses, fences, or anything that remotely looked like anyone lived anywhere near there. Dean looked at Sam confused.
"Sam what are we-" he started only to have Sam leave the car in the middle of his question. Part of him bristled at that, but he reminded himself that Sam had just about the same social graces as a cat. He opened his door as well and got up to see that Sam had popped the hood and was rustling around inside of it. He walked around to the back of the car and saw Sam fiddling with a hand gun. Sam lowered the gun.
"You're bored, I can see that, so I'm giving you something useful to do. Take your gun out." Dean knelt down and lifted up his pant leg up and took his gun from his leg holster. He had started wearing it on his leg when his back got too sore from sitting around all day with it digging into his back. Sam nodded and took a small folding table out from the car along with some glass bottles. They had been keeping those for a few weeks and Dean had wondered what they were going to do with them. He was pretty sure what the answer to the question was now.
Sam walked out several feet until he was behind a large tree. Dean waited a moment then just decided to follow him. A few seconds later Sam came back into his line of sight. He had put the box of bottles on the ground and put one of the bottles on the table. He turned around to look at him.
"Normally I wouldn't give a gun to novice, and I didn't explain the rules. It can be very dangerous to have a gun if don't know how to take care of it or use it." Dean nodded eager to do something anything rather then just sit in a car for hours on end with absolute silence. What he didn't know was that Sam was going to spend the next two hours on rules, safety, and proper handling techniques.
Even then, when they had had their first gun related activity it was how to take the gun apart and put it back together. Their next activity was cleaning it. Which well actually were kind of cool and much much better then sitting in a car. It also started to make him feel more comfortable having a gun. Where as before he had always been afraid of it. He had worried that it would go off and shot him in the leg, or shot someone else.
"Okay now that you know the rules it's time for you to learn how to shoot. You don't want to miss." Dean nodded he worried about that as well that he'd try to shot something and his shot would go wide and he end up hurting someone innocent. Sam aimed his gun and the table and shot the bottle on the table. Dean winced as he heard the gun shot it was much louder then in the movies. Sam looked at him.
"I forget to warn you...sorry." he added as an afterthought. He went to the table and put another glass bottle on the table.
"It's your turn." he said nodding at him as he did so. Dean nodded. He held the gun like Sam had taught him to do, lined up his shot and took the shot. To his surprise and delight the bottle broke shattering into little pieces. Sam nodded and went over the table again and put several bottles on the table and got out of the way again. Dean shattered every single bottle, and by the end of the line he was grinning. He looked over at Sam who was looking at him with a non too pleased look. However a second later Sam smiled slightly at him, and Dean figured he must have imagined the first look.
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