Most days he can cope better with Dean's constant interruptions when he's trying to get some research done, but this isn't one of those days. Truth be told, he knows why he's struggling with it today. It's partly because of the way he saw Dean going after some chick earlier. Not that it's uncommon, but the way he acts when he flirts these days ( Read more... )

Their plates were set aside to be taken by the waitress while Dean and Sam waited for the bill. He caught Dean looking off across the room, had caught it a couple of times while they were eating, too. Sam knew that look as well as Dean knew the same look on his face, could tell when he'd checked out of a conversation because he was checking someone ( Read more... )

Three a.m. Another shitty motel in another shitty town on their endless shitty road trip. They weren't any closer to finding Dad, or anything about their mother's killer, or Jess'. Sam couldn't sleep. God knows how Dean could, but he was, face down and in exactly the same position he'd landed in when he'd crashed into his personal shitty motel ( Read more... )