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Dean was bored. They only had the one computer and Sam had just to separate from it since he had started it up. He had nearly growled at him like he was a mama bear and the laptop was a cub. Dean was just glad that those waffles had been awesome, or else this whole day would have been terrible from start to finish. Dean had cleaned all of their weapons just as Sam had shown him. It had been nice while it lasted and kind of relaxing, but eventually of all their weapons, and they had picked up a few more from various sources in the past months, were clean. Dean picked up the newspaper and started reading it. Normally he'd just watch TV but the place they were staying was having problems and it was impossible to see what was going on. So here he was reading the a glance at the cover.

The Maple Grove Tribune

There were a surprising amount of stories for what little happened there. There was a story about a cat who got stuck in a tree. It even said what color the cat was, white with black spots. He wondered who in the world would find any of this interesting enough to read if they had anything else to occupy their attention? He flipped past another few articles that he was sure he rather tear his eyeballs out rather than read, a gossip column at least that what it appeared to be. Rather than gossiping in person like normal folks there was a column.

Margery uses margarine not butter.

Peter picks his nose.

Dean put down the paper. What the hell kind of town had people who cared enough and were callous enough to put all of their problems in the paper where any of the people they were talking about could read. Still he fond himself entertained easily enough by it.

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Dean found himself waking up to the sound of laptop keys being struck. He was really beginning to find that sound annoying. Always clattering all the time. He shook his head in annoyance Sam had had that thing for a week now, but at least now they were in a town that had cable so Dean could watch TV when he wasn't reading up on monsters or strengthening himself for the battle to come.

Dean sat up in bed and yawned and looked at Sam concerned. When was the last time the kid had slept? He was sure that Sam had still been going at it when he had gone to bed last night and when he woke up the kid was still going.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Dean asked "Or since we got that thing?" Dean asked and Sam didn't answer his fingers still flying over keyboard. Dean wondered if that meant that Sam hadn't heard his question or didn't want to answer it. Dean decided that at the moment he wasn't really sure he wanted an answer and just changed his clothes into his work out ones. He worked on doing push ups. When he had started he had been able to make his way to 20 and now he had doubled that.

He was definitely getting stronger, only, he wasn't sure if it was enough. Supernatural things had supernatural strength and not long ago he had come off quite badly facing a ghost which wasn't nearly as powerful as the demon would be. He wasn't sure how he was going to get any better when he only managed to pull Sam off the laptop for a few minutes at a time. Even then he doubted being able to fight against one person wouldn't prepare him for going up against Azazel.

Dean was finished now with his workout and normally he go take a shower and then buy some breakfast for the two of them that Sam wouldn't probably even notice until Dean talked enough. Seriously that kid had quite the attention span. Dean instead stood in the room for a bit. There had to be a way to get himself more up to snuff. Get himself ready to take on the big bad. Something that required becoming more used to taking on the stuff that went bump in the dark.

Dean looked at his brother for a long moment, had an idea but he wasn't terribly sure that Sam would go for it. Sam had fought him on anything that meant spending time away from the computer. Thankfully just with words and most of them had just been nothing very harsh.

"Look you research anywhere as long as there is an internet connection right?" Dean spoke loudly. He wasn't sure if Sam heard him until a few moments later Sam nodded distractedly.

"So say we wanted to go somewhere else? That would be okay wouldn't it?" Dean asked and Sam's gaze snapped to him for the first time in a long time giving him his undivided attention.

"Why do you want to leave?" Sam asked getting right to the point. Which he should have suspected given Sam's hyper-focus on trying to find a book.

'Look even if we do find a way to get rid of him we're going to have to be strong enough to do so." Dean said. Sam nodded but there was a wary look in his eye like he was suspicious of where this was going.

"So I think we need to be prepared for this kind of thing." Dean said slowly trying to find the best words to say so that Sam might accept it without any arguments.

"By doing what?" Sam said in the same tone as before.

"I think we need to become hunters."

"What?! We don't have time for that?!" Sam argued.

"It doesn't matter if we find Azazel tomorrow and we can't do anything about it. We haven't come across any demons in awhile and the longer we go, the more soft were going to be getting and when it really counts we won't be able to do what we need to."

"But hunting!" Sam yelled then looked around quickly. The walls of the place they were staying was paper thin much to his disgruntlement.

"It's the best way for you stay sharp and for me to get sharp." Dean said and even though he had only come up the idea a few moments ago he was set on it. It made the most sense, it would keep them sharp and teach him to fight more than just Sam. Plus they'd be saving people.

"I'm what other hunters hunt." Sam said and Dean nodded. Okay he had kind of forgotten about that. Sam hadn't used his freaky mind powers in a bit so it hadn't exactly been at the edge of his consciousness.

"But it doesn't show. So we won't team up with other hunters; or if we do you keep those powers to yourself okay?"

"It's a waste of time." Sam argued.

"Seriously if you spend any more time staring at that laptop you're going to blind or insane and neither is good for your health." Sam looked down at his laptop and then back to him.

"You seriously want to hunt?" he said tiredly and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and looked from his screen to Dean and back again a few times.

"Okay. If you really want to." he said and then looked back at the laptop instantly adsorbed in whatever was on there. Dean blinked okay that went a lot easier than he had thought it would.

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