Disclaimer: I don't own them... just torture them, mawhahaha! (cough cough). Damn still dont own them.

Season: Any Season

Summery: What happens when all coffee is gone?

Author's Note: Hi guys. This idea came randomly. I wrote a similar fic ages ago but this time around its obviously different. Its a bit of a crack fic but somehow it can be true.

Try to guess which brother it is before you get to the end :)

Enjoy!

Sun beams peaked through the curtain window hitting a rough and tired face. The face squinted and grumbled before turning away to bury his face into the used pillow.

However it was too late as the light had already woken him from his slumber. He cursed gripping the familiar knife under the pillow feeling like murdering the blind. Some form of logic told him that it would make things worse.

With an internal sigh he groaned and forced himself up, untangling himself from his sheets. His bare feet hit the greasy carpet. His sleepy droopy dull green eyes cast its bleary sight across the room and saw a lump buried within a mountain of blanket and sheets.

He felt a familiar relief but was too groggy to think why as he slipped on his jeans. After putting on his jacket he automatically headed for the door and zombied off to the nearest Diner in search of one thing. The one thing that could renew him afresh and even make him feel like toasting some Demons and raising a little Hell…

Coffee.

Cool autumn air hit him and the sun taunted him with its orange bursts of light. He grumbled feeling the urge to kill the damn sun and wipe its smirk off its face. It’s amazing how his imagination tended to be homicidal at this time in the morning.

He entered the warm diner. Smells of fat, bacon, toast, eggs, and other meaty greasy smells filled his nostrils making his stomach churn and hungry at the same time. However he ignored his stomach, one thing was on his mind and he was gonna get it, before his stomach could even eat.

He waited in line, focusing on one thing, not even noticing the pretty waitress that winked his way. He fidgeted impatiently his homicidal imagination was starting to play up again.

Finally there was no one blocking in between him and the counter and he loomed closer.

A pretty young girl who was quite new and perky served at the counter taking takeaway orders. She always put on her best smile for the broody morning customers and today was no exception. She saw the worst case right in front of her and slightly wondered if the guy had just walked out of the mental institution. However she wasn’t the one to judge, a customer is a customer!

She gave a big smile, “Good morning sir! What would you like to have today?”

The man just looked at her, he had handsome features but were covered under a skin of grey as bags of sleep drooped under his eyes. His grey-green eyes looked at her with intensity and instinct.

“Coffee” he growled in a rusty voice. Ahh his first words of the day.

“Erm sorry sir, unfortunately we’ve run out of coffee yesterday and we’re waiting on some more. I could get you a juice or some water instead?” she apologized in her cheery voice

An eye twitched.

“WHAT?” a voice bellowed

She jumped as the voice roared right in front of her. The diner had fallen silent except for the faint sizzling of grillers from the kitchen. All eyes were to the one who made the commotion curious and wary.

The girl cringed as intense manic eyes stared at her. She opened her mouth but closed it unable to say anything.

If looks could kill he would have her tortured and chopped into bits. His rough skin tightened as his jaw clenched with hidden rage. His brows narrowed, his eyes glared and his body tense.

He took a step forward.

The woman yelped.

People watched in disbelief.

Two sets of large hands stopped him in his approach. He looked to who those belong to and saw two large guys. They looked authoritive but he didn’t care. He’d taken on bikers twice his size and won and wasn’t at least bit intimidated. However he was really annoyed that these guys stopped him. Stopped him getting his morning fix and so he glared harder. He clenched his fists as rage coursed through his body.

“Calm down” one of the men said, “There is no need for this in the morning”

“You won’t find what you’re looking for here” the other man added

Something in his logical mind clicked. He didn’t want to hurt anyone but he really needed his caffine and there was nothing here. Still tense he slowly backed away before turning and leaving the diner.

The sun laughed at him blinding him with light. He growled as he stalked away looking for another place that provided coffee. He headed towards a convenience store and saw a small coffee machine behind the counter.

There was a short line of people. The current person was served and she walked away. She cast a wary glance at the man in the doorway as she passed. An old lady approached the counter but was hastily pushed out of the way as an angry and caffine deprived man took her place.

“Coffee” he demanded

The man behind the counter was a burly gruff old man that just regarded the man in front of him with a you-got-to-be-kidding-me look.

“Listen, I don’t serve rude bastards like you, so get out”

Like a striking snake the man’s arm snatched the old man’s shirt and pulled him forward almost over the counter. The people in line gasped.

“I just need a coffee!” the man growled, “Do you know how important it is that I get this coffee?!”

The old man held his hands up in a surrendering gesture, “Alright, alright. There is no need to get all violent”

He released the old man but his fierce and enraged stare never left him. Suddenly the old man seemed nervous.

“One problem though, the coffee machine is broken” the gruff man blurted

Silence.

The man’s glare intensified tenfold, his fists clenched until his knuckles were white and he tensed further. The customers backed away as the old man held his finger on the silent alarm ready to call for help.

No outburst came but instead intense rage consumed the younger man. Skin seemed the tightened ever further making his eyes almost pop out in a wild manic look. His once grey eyes were now deep dark green, storming with homicidal anger. No words were spoken as the man silently turned and walked off in a deadly stride.

He didn’t even notice that he knocked the old lady over again.

The sun greeted him smugly outside and he growled and was about to go and do something about the sun when his dark eyes caught sight of a service station. His mind saw salvation as he practically ran straight to it. Throwing the door open with a bang he ran he spotted the large coffee vending machine. Completely ignoring scared and shocked looks he ran to the machine. His rage receded to desperate need as his finger stretched out to press the button.

Flesh hit plastic and the plastic gave way and sank into its hole. The button was pushed and the machine groaned.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Silence.

Desperation was replaced again by anger and he growled.

He pushed the button again.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

He pushed the button again and again but nothing was happening. With an almost animalistic growl he kicked the vending machine. The large plastic shell echoed back at him. Rage surfaced as he saw red. Logic left his caffine starved mind and he pulled his arm back.

He launched his arm forward to put dents into the machine, to make sure it could never deny him coffee ever again, but it was stopped. This time he didn’t care who stopped him, nothing was stopping him. He was going to get a coffee damn it!

He swung is other arm but he was quickly stopped as a thick arm hooked around his neck.

“Raaaagggghh!!” he snarled

“Dean! Stop!”

He ignored the plea as pure instinct kicked in. Fighting skills ingrained in him as a child were like breathing to him and so he stomped on the person’s toe and the person released his hold. He turned around and lunged at him, his dark green eyes seeing nothing but red.

He threw a punch but it was blocked, so he threw another but it was also blocked. Frustrated he threw another punch then added a kick but they were also blocked. Undeterred he kept on throwing more and more attacks wildly, instinctively and angrily.

He finally clocked his opponent somewhere on his face and they crashed into some shelving. Screams and yelling filled their air but he didn’t care. He needed caffeine and he was going to get it! No one was going to get in his way!

Lost in his own rage he saw his opponent was gone as well. He decided to go look for another source of coffee. Desperation was seeping in again and he bolted for the door.

Suddenly a sharp pain hit the back of his head and all he knew was darkness.

Sunlight filled his vision. He groaned and cursed as pain pounded his head. A fog clouded his memory and he wondered what he had done last night to get such a splitting headache.

“Really he’s ok, you know when they don’t take their tablets… they go a little crazy”

The voice was familiar and he pried his eyes open but blinding light forced them shut.

“Son, are you sure?” asked a gruff authoritive voice

“Look he won’t trouble you again. We’re only passing through”

He tried again and pried his eyes open. He was pulled up as a large hand supported his back. He blinked a few times to get use to the light. He saw a large male standing in front of him with the full county uniform wearing a wary but firm expression.

The man gave a grunt before propping on his hat and leaving in his car. Once he was gone he felt cold water splashed on his face. He perked awake at the sudden coldness.

“Wha?” he blinked

“At least you’re not possessed. Here drink” the voice ordered

Dean took the cup that was pushed under his nose. His nose drank in the aroma. It was coffee! Sweet blessed coffee! Without even thinking he downed the cup burning his tongue in the process as if it was the elixir of life.

Suddenly his mind began to function and his memory seemed to come back. It wasn’t a bad night… rather it was a bad morning.

He heard a moody huff and he knew that moody huff.

“Damn it Dean! This is the most stupidest things you’ve ever done! Now you’re known around here as a mental patient. I had to otherwise you would’ve spent the night in jail”

Dean looked over to the voice and found Sam looking at him with annoyance.

“Yeah well any town that doesn’t have coffee is mentally unstable” Dean retorted lapping up the remnants of his coffee

“I can’t believe you went around town half crazed for a coffee?” Sam stared at him

“Well maybe next time they’ll make sure to keep their supplies stock. You know that I need coffee in the morning even if it’s that girly fancy crap you drink” Dean muttered feeling half embarrassed, not that he’ll admit it.

His younger brother shook his head in disbelief and moved away. Dean realized they were on the grass in the middle of the park; he wasn’t even going to question how he got here or where Sam got the cup of coffee from. He was just glad it was over scary as it was. He’ll make sure to stop off in a town that had coffee. He looked over and saw a dark circle forming on Sam’s jaw and he remembered he did punch someone.

“Did I do that?” he gestured to the injury

“Yeah”

“Looks like a shiner, its going to last awhile” Dean smirked

Sam glared, “Jerk”

“Bitch”

The End

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