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He felt something shake his shoulder, he was still tired so he turned over and tried to go back to sleep only to have the shaking increase. Dean tried to stay in the delicious sleeping state he was in but he felt himself being pulled out of it. Eventually Dean opened his eyes to see a fully dressed Sam shaking his shoulder. Dean managed though to catch the time on the alarm clock besides him and groaned. It was five o'clock, five fricken' o'clock in the fricken' morning.
"Dean-" Dean interrupted him tired and annoyed.
"Sam it's five o'clock in morning, no self-respecting person is up this early and no store is either." Sam nodded seeming to get it and backed away from his bed. Dean huffed in annoyance, turned over and tried to go back to sleep after his rude awakening. Unfortunately due to the intense heat which was even worse because the sun was climbing into the sky it was impossible. His bed felt even more sweaty and gross then it had last night and the heat was stifling, he couldn't sleep, so he disentangled himself from the confines of his sheets and sat up on his bed. Sam was staring at him in his creepy like way and Dean was annoyed with him since he had just woken him up for no good reason.
"Go get us some breakfast." Dean barked at him and to his surprise after a moment Sam nodded, got up, grabbed the keys and made his way out of their motel room. Huh. Dean rubbed the sleep out of his eyes he hadn't told Sam to bring coffee but he hoped that Sam would anyways. Despite the fact he couldn't sleep that didn't make him any less tired.
Dean decided to do the only thing that would cut back on the heat if only for a little while and he took a somewhat cool shower. He was towel drying his hair when the door opened and the smell of food wafted towards his nostrils. Dean eagerly crossed the distance from the bathroom to the cheap table and chairs where Sam handed him what looked like a burrito. There were two coffees on the table and after Sam picked his up he knew which was his. Dean sat down and took a big gulp of the coffee and felt the caffeine waking him up. When he was awake enough he opened his burrito and found it was a breakfast burrito with bacon, it smelled so good; he practically inhaled the burrito. Sam sat down across from him and ate his burrito at a much slower pace while taking sips from his coffee cup. When he was finished he looked at Dean expectantly. Dean rolled his eyes.
"No it's only 5:30 most stores are still closed." he could be wrong but most stores didn't open before 7:00 am.
"When can we go?" Sam asked immediately.
"Most stores don't open before 7:00." Dean said repeating his earlier thought aloud. Sam nodded but started bouncing his left leg up and down repeatedly. After a few moments of watching this Dean thought that he seemed like a kid who was too excited for Christmas. He winced at the comparison he had made in his head. Sam had spent his Christmas's with Azazel and Dean had spent his in foster homes every year thinking about what might have happened if his entire family hadn't all died. He hoped that this year would be better even though Christmas wasn't for another four months.
He wasn't exactly excited to see his brother hurt but he could see Sam's reason for excitement. To be able to stay in one place for more than a night or two. Sam had been running for months, unable to really live life if this worked everything would be better. Sam would be able to teach how to fight and they could learn how to kill Azazel. Every time he thought of Azazel his blood boiled in rage, he couldn't wait to kill the man who killed their parents and had stolen his brother and made him...well into this.
"Have you showered?" Dean asked Sam who nodded, Dean nodded back and wondered what they were going to do for an hour and a half.
"We might as well leave town now. We can just as easily find a copy store in a different city as we can here." Sam nodded then looked at the turned off TV for a second then threw him the keys which Dean caught surprised.
"You drive." he said. Dean nodded and packed up his few belonging up very quickly. It used to take longer but he now had a system. Even if they were in different hotels he always put his things in the same places so it took only minutes for him to round up all his things and put them in his duffel bag. He looked up to see Sam standing by the door, his duffel bag in hand waiting for him. Dean took one last look at the room before turning around and heading out the door.
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Dean drove them north for awhile hoping that the further north they went the cooler it would be. Unfortunately maybe it was slightly cooler but it wasn't cool enough to make any kind of big difference. Sam looked no less nervous throughout the entire drive; Dean came to the conclusion it was probably a good idea he was driving since Sam seemed very distracted. He switched lanes as he saw a small city coming up, a place that was certainly big enough to have what they needed.
Dean exited the freeway and wandered around the city a bit until he found a place that would suit his needs. He pulled the Impala into a parking space and pulled out the keys. Sam blinked as he took in the sight of the store. He was out of the car and walking towards the store before Dean even opened his door. Dean rolled his eyes as he walked into the store and saw Sam standing there having no idea what to do.
Dean got started and about a minute in the annoyance from that morning which had ebbed a little was back in full force, plus a bit more. Sam was asking him question about what he was doing? He wasn't asking just one or two, he was asking question through every single step! Eventually Dean just snapped.
"Sam shut it." he looked at him for moment taken aback. Dean closed his eyes and focused on calming down and talking in a calm rational manner.
"I can't focus if you keep asking me questions." he said and well, it was better then the tone he had used before. At least it worked Sam finally shut up, he still shadowed him and looked at him intensely but Dean could deal with that. Dean was able to work a lot more quickly without all the questions and soon was finished.
When he was finished he remembered why he was making it in the first place and wondered if maybe he should have let Sam annoy him a bit more, so it would take a little longer. Unfortunately that was the same moment Sam seemed to notice that he wasn't doing anything.
"Are you finished?" Sam asked and Dean considered lying but knew there was only so much time he could put this off, Sam was determined to do this.
"Yeah." he answered.
"Okay." Sam nodded and held out his hand.
"Can I have the keys?" Dean frowned, usually Sam just told him to give him the keys, he shrugged it off and handed Sam the keys.
"It's time." Sam said as he nodded. Dean wished it wasn't time, even more he wished he had never brought it up. His annoyance with Sam that had lasted all day suddenly evaporated as he thought about what Sam was going to do. Sam made his way into the drivers seat of the Impala and Dean made his way into the passenger's seat. Sam set off and Dean had absolutely no idea where they were going he wondered if Sam even knew.
They drove for ten minutes Dean still wasn't sure exactly where they were heading, but he had in that time told Sam in no uncertain terms was the Impala going to be involved in this. He also tried to talk Sam a few more times out of doing what his stupid brain had come up with the first place, while still cursing himself for saying it aloud. They started going from the business district which where the copy shop had been, to the residential district and then to the not so great looking neighborhoods. Dean really hoped that Sam wasn't going to pick a fight with a gang, a little scratched was what they needed, not dead.
However Sam stopped in front of an old small house. Due to the fact the front windows were boarded up, there were a couple of missing boards on the porch it, the paint was barely distinguishable as yellow due to the fact it was chipped in several places it was obvious that this place was abandoned. Dean shook his head adamantly.
"Sam no this, place has long painful death written all over it." Sam stared at the house for a moment longer, Dean feared that he wouldn't agree with him since he seemed reluctant. Fortunately his brother did some good sense after all and drove away from it. Sam drove past the bad houses and then there seemed to be nothing around. It was wide fields on other side of the road and nothing else in sight, which was where Sam decided to stop the car.
Sam immediately left the car and opened the trunk of the car. Dean got out of his seat right away worried that Sam had grabbed a weapon that would cause more damage then was strictly necessary. however he was too slow and the trunk was already shut. Sam was already making his way up the hill into the field. Dean struggled to catch up with Sam and when he did he looked at the object Sam had in hand warily. It was Sam's glass bottle from a drink he had bought a few days ago and hadn't gotten around to throwing out yet.
"Sam don't do this." Dean tried again knowing that Sam was determined not to be followed, he wasn't too surprised when Sam shook his head. Sam closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, then opened his eyes and focused on the bottle and swung it at a nearby tree. Dean winced as he hadn't been expecting the motion so quickly. Dean rushed in his direction only to find that none of the pieces had flown at him and they were all still in the air some of them were moving slowly. Dean grimaced, Sam was using his freaky powers again, it always made him uneasy when he did that. The pieces of glass all of them now slowly moved from being inches from the tree to moving around Sam's body surrounding him completely.
"I need a full body x-ray so…" Dean winced as the pieces of glass slowly turned in the air.
"We should be closer to a hospital." Sam shook his head.
"We can't risk anyone seeing this on camera." Sam nodded his head and the glass was released.
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