A blaring alarm jerked John and Dean Winchester into consciousness, leaving them wondering what had interrupted their sleep. Sam had slept fitfully but as time had passed he had withdrawn further and further into a deep sleep. He awoke to a once more pounding headache and tired eyes.
Dean jerked upright his eyes searching the room for the culprit of his disturbance. He looked around, wearily wondering where he had fallen asleep last night. He blinked as his gaze reached a standard alarm clock. He was in a motel…in a motel with- with Sammy.
He sat up even further scouting the room for his brother.
Sammy was making his way round the room grabbing clothes and gulping down a glass of water. He glanced briefly toward John before closing the bathroom door and leaving the alarm clock blaring. Dean gave an annoyed grunt before propping himself up on his elbows and reaching toward the alarm. He knew that chances were his father was awake and ignoring it, chances also were that he would continue to ignore it until someone turned it off.
Tentatively Dean looked at the cut across his chest, it was sewn neatly as his brother always did and wouldn't scar too badly. Anyway, chicks dig scars. The door of the bathroom opened slowly and Dean took a good, long look at his brother.
Sam had grown again, not that Dean had thought that was possible. His clothes hung limply off his gangly frame. Odd, Dean thought, he had distinctly remembered Sammy filling out. He glanced toward the clock – breathing through the headache lingering on the tip of his head. Headaches were normally Sam's thing.
"Shit, Sam, what are you doing?"
"What?" Sam yawned.
"It's five o'fucking clock! What are you doing?"
"Some people have to work. I have to work,"
"Not at five in the morning, who works at four in the morning?"
"I do."
Sam perched himself on the edge of a table.
"Look, Dean, I'm not actually working yet so it doesn't count, anyway, I need to go now. If I don't then I'll be late and I can't afford that right now, okay. I'll talk to you when I get back or something, okay?"
Dean frowned.
"Alright."
This conversation wasn't over and Sam knew it.