It was 9:00 in the morning when Sam woke. He would have liked to sleep longer but after years of sleeping Four hours at a time his circadian rhythms were ruined. For some reason, this never seemed to be the case for Dean as he was still sleeping like a log. He disentangled himself from his brother, always the closet cuddler, and sat up on the edge of the bed. His hair was ruffled oddly and one leg of his pajama bottoms had rolled half way up his thigh but he soon straightened himself out and shuffled over to the bathroom. He peed and brushed his teeth, put on some jeans and ran his fingers through his hair until it looked presentable. Then he went to check on Gabriel.
The angel remained curled up but had fallen over sideways sometime during the night his head just shy of the pillow and his feet dangling off the side of the bed. His clothes were rumpled and his hand wrapped loosely around the handle of his angel blade. Sam sidestepped one of the dufflebags Dean had cast away onto the floor and gently shook Gabriel awake. The archangel blinked sleepily up at him. "Sam, what are you doing here?" Then a shadow came into his eyes, and he looked away.
At that moment, Dean emerged from his hibernation with a stretch and a groan. "Mornin' Sammy. 'Time is it?"
"Past 9:00," Sam replied impatiently, "And about time you got up."
"Yeah, well I'd wake up faster if you got us some breakfasst," Dean bargined, earning him an eyeroll from his brother.
"Fine." Sam said, leaving Gabriel's side and exiting the motel room. Dean heard the car start and got up to brush his teeth.
SPNSPNSPNSPNSPN
Sam drove back up to the motel with bags full of food. He unlocked the door and called out, "Dean, I've got pie!" Hoping his brother had actually gotten up.
"Really? Awesome!" Dean grabed the bag of food Sam handed him and sat down on the bed to eat. While he stuffed himself, Sam glanced around the room and noticed they were alone.
"Hey, where's Gabriel?" He asked Dean.
Dean looked up from his slice of pie, "Oh... He left. Had business to take care of."
"Really? He left?" Sam questioned, Gabriel hadn't seemed to be in the best condition.
"Yeah, angel stuff. So, where to today?" Dean put his pie aside, dusting the crumbs off of his shirt.
"On with hunting, I guess. I got a paper." He tossed it to Dean and sat down to eat his own breakfast.
Dean rifled through the newspaper a bit before settling on something. "Hey, look at this. Man murdered in his house, doors locked, no sign of break in. Probably a ghost. You up for it?"
Sam closed his polystyrene box and set it on the nightstand. "Let's go."
hi, Cat here. I know nothing much happens in this chappie, but just you wait...