Dean went home early the next morning and found Sam on his laptop, as usual.
"Did you have a good time last night?" Sam asked, assuming Dean was out with some random groupie.
Dean had considered telling Sam about his girlfriend Chalice, but he decided against it. Maybe it was because the end of the world was approaching, but Dean saw nothing wrong with rushing into a relationship. He'd only known her for a couple of weeks, and they had sex the first night they met at the club. In fact, it was the very next day he started playing the guitar and singing while she watched. Maybe he wished to impress her so badly that he magically developed talent. All he knew is that she brought out the best in him, and he never felt this strongly about a woman before. It must be love.
No, she was too fine to let her meet Sam; he might try to steel her. She'd never go for him though…Sam was way too boring for a woman as fun as Chalice.
Dean changed the subject. "I don't ask you where you're at on the nights you don't come home…"
"I usually crash out with the study group. We pull all-nighters."
"What are you studying? Human anatomy, orgies?"
"I don't ask you what you do with your band mates…"
Sam dodged the pillow that Dean threw at his head. Sam explained, "My study group brainstorms what we can do about the end of the world, they helped me come up with that vaccine…"
"So, are we going to Washington to pitch it to the president?"
"Oh yeah, he's really going to listen to monster hunting Stanford dropout…one of my friends is going to pitch the idea to their local representative, so maybe it will go up the channels that way…"
"So, what are you going to do in the meantime?"
"I was thinking about hunting, but there's no supernatural activity anywhere to be reported. No strange murders, nothing."
"Maybe all the monsters are out partying like it's 1999, just like most people are doing with their bucket lists…"
"Yeah, I was thinking…we should take a cue from the monsters. Let's go do something fun today…the ocean isn't that far from here. I've always wanted to try windsurfing..." Dean was staring at him, dumbstruck. Sam continued to talk, "…or we could just do regular surfing. Or we could go to the mountains; they aren't that far from here either. We could go white water rafting, or horseback riding…" Dean was still staring. Sam was hesitant, but he still kept the suggestions coming. "…or we could keep it simple and hit up the batting cages, or bowling, or go-cart riding…we're probably too old for that, but if you don't care then I don't care….why are you staring at me?"
"You have never said that before."
"What?"
"Let's go do something fun today."
Sam laughed. "What? I must have said that before…"
Dean shook his head no. The smile left Sam's face. "Oh, well then it's about time. So, what do you want to do today? What sounded good?"
Dean smiled. "All of it!" He tried not to tear up. To think, he never just hung out and did something fun with his little brother, his best friend, ever. It was about time.
Sam thought. "Tell you what…Over the next week or two, let's do everything I said and anything else you want. But whatever we do, I have to be back by 8:00 pm for the study group."
"That's cool. I have to be back by 8:00 pm every night for band."
They went to the beach. They tried windsurfing and played volley ball. They had a blast.