Worth Living For
Sam glanced across at Dean, still asleep in the seat beside him. The visit to Jamie Warrington's grave had wiped him out, and when they'd returned to the motel room he'd lain down "for a quick nap" and slept solidly and nightmare-free for nine hours. When he'd woken he'd refused Sam's suggestion that they stay another day so he could rest some more.
"I just want to put this place behind us, Sam."
Sam had understood that. They had packed their bags in relative silence, but it was clear that Dean's mood had lightened considerably. He'd taken the passenger seat without complaining, and fallen asleep almost as soon as they'd left the town limits.
Sam had now been driving for four hours straight, and he needed a break. He pulled into the parking lot of a diner on the outskirts of the next town and killed the engine.
Dean stirred and opened his eyes. He stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes with a fist. "Must have dropped off for a minute."
Sam regarded him with amusement. "Something like that. Man, you've been asleep for like, four hours."
Dean's eyes widened. "Four hours? What the hell's wrong with me?"
"I guess you just needed to sleep it off."
"Anyway, I could use a break. You hungry?"
Dean considered. "You know what? I could kill for a burger. Want me to drive for a while?"
Sam grinned. "As soon as you can show me you can stay awake for more than ten minutes at a time, you can drive. Anyway, I'm not complaining. It's been really peaceful, and the radio stations round here play some good country music."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Hope you haven't had the window open, dude. What about my reputation?"
Sam ignored him and got out of the car. He waited as Dean stiffly levered himself out of the passenger seat and walked around the car to join him.
Dean looked around. "Where is here, anyway?"
"Just outside Goodwater, Arizona."
Dean frowned. "What are we doing in Arizona?"
Sam tried to look innocent. "Think back, bro. When I asked where you wanted to go, you said, 'Anywhere that isn't here.' Goodwater, Arizona, fits the bill."
"Because it's on the way to California."
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "What's in California? You find a new job?"
"Nope. Big brother, you and I are taking a vacation." Sam waited in slight trepidation for Dean's reaction. The last few times he'd suggested a vacation he'd been met with a blank stare and a "Why?" But he was sure that a vacation was what they both needed, and he intended to make sure that his brother had the time of his life. It had been a while since he'd seen Dean's cocksure, confident grin. He wanted it back in place.
He wanted to see Dean happy.
"A vacation?" Dean asked doubtfully.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yes, a vacation. You've heard of them, right?"
Dean grinned. "I've heard people talking, yeah."
Sam sighed. He was sure his brother hadn't been this dense before his encounter with the spirit. "Think about it, Dean. Sun, sea, surf…" He paused, gauging Dean's reaction.
Dean folded his arms and cocked his head. "Go on."
"Plenty of beer and pool halls…"
Dean's lips quirked up.
"Beautiful babes in skimpy bikinis…"
Dean's eyes drifted shut, a blissful look spreading over his face. "Say no more. Lead me on to paradise, little brother."
"You're on," Sam said happily, starting off towards the diner. "After we get something to eat."
A moment later he heard an anguished cry.
What now? Sam turned. Dean had stopped dead in his tracks, a horrified look on his face.
Dean paused. "Will I have to wear shorts?"