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Dean was tired, then again most of the time after work he was. They had been in the same town for two weeks Dean learning about monsters and learning to fight from Sam. They were going to be moving on from the town in two days because they couldn't stay in one place for too long. Though thankfully they were able to stay here much longer than before. Dean pulled off his shoes and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Last year this time he had been home, in his own life, doing boring but normal things. Sam had turned his entire life upside down told him the truth. Albeit in a not great way: by kidnapping him. Still for better or for worse this was his life now. Dean laid down on the unfamiliar yet familiar motel bed and stared up at the ceiling this was his life now.

Dean drunk his coffee as he also drunk in the waitress. They were at a diner, a diner that the two of them started to frequent. There was something about diner food that both Dean and Sam liked, although if you ask either of them they wouldn't be able to put their finger on why. Well Dean supposed that wasn't completely true. For the better part of the last week Dean had wanted to come to Al's Diner because of one waitress. Her name was Mindy and she was definitely hot and his type with long, blond, curly hair and legs that seemed to go on forever. She looked over his way, he gave her his most flirty smile and he saw her blush and avert her eyes. Oh yeah he totally was going to hit that. He felt eyes on him and realized with a start that Sam was looking at him annoyed like he had been probably been talking to him for a while.

Dean considered for a few moments pretending like he had been listening but instead he just said

"What." Sam sighed at him annoyed and pointed to something in some book that he had been reading and started telling Dean about something called a ghoul. Dean had meant to listen he honestly had, but that was when Mindy had come around again and he found himself fully focused on Mindy.

"Dean" Sam said semi-loudly drawing Dean's attention back to his brother.

"I'm sorry it's just-."

"I know what what is." Sam said he glanced over the waitress and then back at Dean. Dean tried to decide how to handle this awkward conversation and in the end just decided to grin like a shark.

"It's our last night here and a man has needs." he said simply. Sam looked at the girl again and sighed.

"Fine, go, I'll stay here and actually try to find a way out of this situation." he said his irritation showing through in his statement but Dean didn't really care; he hadn't had sex in awhile he was not going to let anything get in his way of rectifying the situation. Dean moved out of the booth they were sitting at and made his way over to Mindy with a wide smile intent on doing just that.

Dean threw open the door with a large grin and looked at Sam who was gathering up all their stuff. Dean blinked as he remembered that today was the day that they were leaving, he had kind of forgotten about that in the last few hours, but he had been busy.

"Where are we going?" Dean asked a little more sulkily then he had intended. He had really enjoyed staying in one place for a while, but he understood why they had to move on, it wasn't safe for either or them.

"No idea." Dean sat back down on his bed, even though he knew he was probably have to get back up soon. He looked at Sam who looked back at him.

"We got enough money yet?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head.

"Maybe we should try hustling again, it got us more money." Sam suggested and Dean nodded his agreement, it would be faster if they hustled. Dean picked up one of the books from the nightstand they had taken from the library and hadn't returned yet. He glanced absently minded over at the pages before setting it back down. Sam crossed the room and took the book to look at it for a moment before closing it. Sam then moved to back to the table where he had put a newspaper that he had bought a newspaper a few days ago and neither of them had gotten around to throwing it out yet. Since they were wanted and paranoid, they hadn't let any maids into the room, which meant that it was a little untidy. Sam frowned as he thumbed through the newspaper and Dean as he was a little confused about Sam behavior sat back up on the bed and watched him. Sam put down the newspaper and looked at him in the eyes.

"What's going on Sam?" Dean asked when Sam wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details.

"Weird noises, cold spots this sounds like a haunting." he said pointing to a section of the newspaper. Dean frowned.

"You want to go find a ghost?" Dean asked confused.

"I want to how well you retaining what I've teaching you." Sam said. Dean nodded it would be good to know how well he was stacking up, there was no way he could kill Azazel if he couldn't take something down as low as a ghost.

"Alright, I'm game. Where are we going?"

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