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I was born at night, but it wasn't last night

Two days.

Two days Sam and Dean had been crashing in the guest bedroom upstairs and it hadn't taken him an hour to realize there was a weird tension in the air. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he figured it was only a matter of time until it came to the surface. Stubborn idjits... every time he tried to ask about it, they'd try to brush it off like it was nothing.

Must've thought he was blind or something.

Not that he had time to be wasting on their feelings right now. There were people being picked off in a town up north from where they were and they needed to figure out what the hell was doing it. Bobby's money was on a water wraith, but you could never be too careful.

He sat at his desk, reading over a few texts he had spread out across it and only giving passing glances to where Sam sat, pouring over his own book. Dean had been sent off for a dinner and booze run... and as far as Bobby was concerned, he was taking too damn long.

"You find anything?"

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"No problem, Sammy." He reached over to turn the radio down some to let Sam sleep easier and just settled in to follow Bobby. He knew where he was going and Dean was content to just go along, get this case out of the way.

He'd wake up Sam when they got to whatever roach motel they were grabbing a room at tonight.

Sam sighs softly, trying to clear his mind so he can sleep. He barely realizes it's working before he's drifting off. His body must have been more tired than he thought.

Bobby led them to some old motel and Dean parked the Impala next to his, killing the engine. Bobby called out that he'd get the rooms if they'd unload so Dean shifted a little, reaching over to give his brother a shake.

"C'mon, rise and shine, Sammy."

Sam wakes easily under the gentle shake, sitting up in the seat with a yawn. "We're here?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes.

"Yeah, Bobby's grabbing us some rooms... help me unload all this crap so we can get to work, alright?" He smiles a little bit.

"Yeah. Right." He gets out of the Impala, taking a second to stretch his cramped limbs before grabbing their bags.

Bobby's out soon, keys held loosely in his hand. "C'mon, you two. Got our rooms together to make it easier."

Two rooms because there was no damn way he was sharing a room with them tonight, if it came to that. He still needed awhile to get used to this, wrap his head around it all.

Sam nods, taking one of the sets of keys. It didn't really matter whether the room had two beds or one, so he doesn't bother asking which is which.

"Are we getting settled first or just heading out?" he asks.

"Settling in. We'll head out later and check out where the victims were killed." Hopefully this'd be an easy open and close case.

Both rooms had two beds -- maybe it wasn't important, but Bobby wasn't that comfortable yet getting singles for all of them. "Get settled in and washed up, we'll leave then."

"Alright. See you in a few, Bobby." Sam heads toward the room, hoping Dean is following as he fits the key in the lock. He pushes the door open, dropping their bags just inside the door.

Dean was right behind him. He followed him into the room and tossed his stuff down on the bed closest to the door, giving a look around. "You can have the first shower, if you want."

Sam nods, pulling a few things from his bag before disappearing into the bathroom. He closes the door, but leaves it unlocked as he starts up the shower. As far as he's concerned, his brother is always welcome to join him, even in spite of what had happened today.

He makes quick work of his clothes, groaning softly as he steps under the spray. The warm water does wonders for his tenses muscles.

Dean stayed out for a moment, lingering as he put his things away, but when it was clear Bobby wasn't going to come over... he decided to join him in the bathroom.

It'd save time anyway.

"Scoot over, Sammy."

Sam smiles at that, admittedly a bit relieved as he side-steps to give his brother room in the shower. They hadn't lost Bobby, which he was immensely grateful for, but things were more than a little awkward with him. He doesn't want that awkwardness to affect his relationship with his brother. It's too important to him.

He steps in closer and slides his arms around Sam, leaning up to give him a slow, deep kiss. He lets it linger, in no hurry to let it end really.

Sam is more than happy to return his brother's kiss, body relaxing even further now that Dean is touching him. He hadn't even realized how tense he was.

Dean presses in even closer, up against Sam's body as he reaches to either side of him and presses their hands to the wall. He kisses him slow and deep. They don't have a lot of time, really, but he figures they could both use this.

Sam's fingers trace down his brother's chest as they kiss, but the touch isn't erotic. It's touching for the sake of touching. He wants to feel Dean's skin under his fingers.

"Sammy..." he sighs when the kiss ends and tips his forehead in against his shoulder, nuzzling into him affectionately.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "About today. I know you didn't want to say anything, but I couldn't lie to him anymore."

"Save it," he answers, tilting his head up to look at Sammy. "He needed to know eventually... at least it didn't blow up as bad as I expected."

"It was a risk," he plows on, ignoring his brother's attempt to stop the conversation. "One I shouldn't have taken when we'd agreed not to say anything."

"Sam." The tone is the one he uses when he wants to stop a conversation, discouraging and stern, but not exactly angry. Maybe he should be, but he's tired and doesn't really want to think about it at all. "It's over with and all we can do is hope he doesn't change his mind about looking the other way."

Sam buries his face in Dean's neck, taking a moment to soak up the warmth of both his brother and the water. "You're right," he murmurs.

"Alright, alright..." Dean huffs out a laugh despite himself and pulls Sam into a tight hug for a moment. Hard not to when he's got Sam curled into him, face against his neck like that. Brings out that protective side in him better than anything. "It'll be okay, Sammy, whatever happens. Got that?"

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