Okay, so four reviews is alot for one chapter for me :3 So I decided to update this story on my NEW LAPTOP :D The sad thing about it though is it doesn't have microsoft word (yet), only a program called wordpad or something like that. And it doesn't have spell check D: thats the only way I spelled things right xD haha! So I apologize if there are A LOT more mistakes then usual.
AND MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :) Unless you live somewhere else where time is faster...then happy belated Christmas xD
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Dean's POV
"Dean." I feel myself turn away from the voice, grumbling something incoherent, even to me. A rather large, squishy object presses against my face and I attempt to push it out of the way. It doesn't work...
"Dean!" The person speaks loud enough to make me snap open my eyes. I sit up quickly, and turn my head to face none other than my brother, Sam. I slouch and rub the sleep from my eyes. I realize the soft thing my face was pressed into was the back of the couch. How did I end up here?
"What happened?" I ask, a bit grumpy from the rude awakening. Sam rolls his eyes and flips open his phone to look at it.
"You fell asleep, that's what happened." He says, eyes glued to his cell and fingers pressing buttons in a rythmic motion.
I groan, "And why couldn't you just let me sleep? What's so wrong about sleeping?" Sam sighs, closing his phone with a click. He gets up from the bed and stretches his arms while I flop back down on the couch, waiting for him to answer. If he will, that is.
"Well, if sleep is so important to you right now," He says and walks over to the little kitchen area in the hotel room. He pulls out what looks like a soda and opens it to take a sip. When he's done, he continues, "then go back to sleep. The hunt can wait for you." He gripes.
"Finally!" I say, then try to go back to bed. That Sam, always waking me up over the littlest things. Sometimes, he has no reason at all. I guess this is just one of those times. As I lie on the couch though, I begin to think about Sam's words. Usually when he has those smart comments, there's something I ddn't catch. Something I'm missing. But what?
"Then go to sleep. The hunt can wait." The words replay in my head until something clicks. My body shoots upright in a sitting position and my legs hang over the edge of the couch.
"The hunt can wait!" I say then look at my younger brother, excited. "We have a hunt?" I sound like a child who's mother had just anounced that the ice cream truck is down the street. My body reacts before my mind, and the next thing I know, I'm standing up. I'm dizzy for a split second, but then I stand right next to Sammy, eager to know what we're hunting. Sam gives me a weird look, so I become more serious about the situation. "I mean, what's the sucker we're fighting this time?" He gives me one more weird look before answering.
"Well, I couldn't help but take a stroll around New York while you took your 'nap' last night." He says, leaning against the wall as he speaks.
"So?" I say, "What does that have to do with anything?" Sam gives a small glare in my direction.
"I came across the United Nations building during my walk, and I suddenly smelt rotten eggs. Since I know better, I decided to investingate. At the back, I found sulfur all along the window edges." He finishes.
"A demon." It isn't a question, it's a statement; a fact. "Are the represenitives holding a meeting today?" I ask.
"Not that I know of. Don't they usually show it on the news?" He wonders. I walk over to the sack of weapons and stick a couple of guns and small bottles of holy water in my pockets. I scoff at Sam like he said something stupid.
"Who cares, really? We got a hunt on our hands."
Sorry, no nations yet x) SHORT CHAPTERS ARE SHORT! lol I'm hoping they'll become longer, but I can't promise anything...sadly. Again, if the characters are ever out of character, tell me. I've only watched season 1 and 2 of Supernantural so Sam and Dean are the ones I'm worried about the most. How I managed the last story I'll never know ;A;
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