Wow, I am so incredibly sorry it took me so long to update!! School started back up and I got swamped all of a sudden so I'm sorry this took much longer than it should have O.o On a happier note, I'm so glad you all enjoyed this story!! It was alot of fun to write and your reviews were very encouraging!! Much love!! :D
Sam blinked up at the ceiling, squinting a little at the bright sunlight that flooded through the tattered curtains of the motel room. Tiny particles of dust floated through the sunny beams, shimmering and disappearing into the shadows once again. Sam blinked again, allowing consciousness to fully develop, his senses reawakening after what felt like a very long time. He pushed himself onto one elbow, looking around the room carefully. Slowly, everything began to come back to him; the plasma donation, the motel the night before, everything floated back in a dizzy haze. Had it not been for the dull throb in the side of his head, he would have thought the entire thing had been a dream.
Sam sat up a little more, his back stiff and sore from sleeping in one position for too long. His clothes clung to his skin, the fabric slightly stiffer from being worn for about two days straight. His hair fell across his forehead in a disheveled mess, dark wisps curling over his eyes and sticking to his eyelashes. Sam winced a little as he raked a hand through his hair, the heel of his hand catching on the thin bandages that covered the cut above his eyebrow. He sighed heavily, shaking his head a little; there was no way Dean was going to let him live this down any time soon. The brother in question was currently absent so it seemed he still had a few more minutes to himself before the teasing would begin.
Standing slowly, he snagged a change of clothes from his bag and made his way to the restroom to change. He walked mechanically, his body still adjusting to the idea of being awake and functional. Sam changed into the clean clothes, wadding the old ones under one arm and walking back into the bedroom. He tossed the dirty clothes back into his bag and stopped by the somewhat sink, splashing cold water on his face to increase the ascent to consciousness.
"Well, look who's up." A familiar voice called form behind him, the door swinging open and letting in a flood of sunlight. Dean stepped into the bedroom, a fast food bag tucked under one arm and a large drink tucked under the other.
"Hey." Sam smiled weakly at his brother, frowning at how raspy his voice sounded in his ears. He cleared his throat quietly, stepping back into the bedroom.
"Hey yourself." Dean said, setting the bag down on the bedside table and sitting on the bed. "Dude, I didn't you were ever going to wake up." He laughed, reaching into the bag and pulling out a crudely wrapped burger.
"How long was I asleep?" Sam pushed the hair away from his eyes again, suddenly aware he had no idea how long they had been in this particular motel room.
His brother took a bite of the burger, made a slight face and looked at the clock next to him. "Uh…you were going on about eighteen hours."
"Yeah, give or take." Dean took another bite of the burger, apparently deciding it wasn't the most terrible thing in the world and shrugged. "Seriously, I had to check to make sure you were still breathing a couple of times." He laughed but Sam wasn't sure if it was meant to be a joke or not. "Hungry?"
"Starving actually." Sam answered honestly, realizing he hadn't eaten in almost two days.
Dean tossed him a burger wrapped in yellow wax paper and pushed the drink on the bedside table toward him. "I wasn't sure how awake you were going to be when I got back so I only got one." He explained as his younger brother examined the cup like it was some kind of trick.
Sam nodded and took a seat next to him, unwrapping the burger and taking a bite. It wasn't that hot and it certainly didn't taste great but it was food and at the moment he was satisfied with that. They ate in silence for a few minutes, the dull murmur of the TV the only thing that filled the void.
"So, where to now?" Sam asked after he'd finished, crumpling the wrapper and tossing it back and forth between his hands.
Dean grabbed the drink and swallowed, taking his time before answering. "Well, I figured we could stay here another day if you want."
Sam blinked. Usually Dean was ready to get the hell outta Dodge the minute the sun came up so it was unusual for him to suggest them staying another night. "You serious?"
Dean shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, you slept through the check-out time anyway and I know you could probably use another good night's sleep. I know I could."
The younger man chuckled softly. He vaguely remembered Dean waking him up a few times the night before, always asking ridiculous questions such as who the presidents on Mount Rushmore were and what was the longest river in the world just to make sure he hadn't knocked anything irreversible loose. He knew Dean had probably stayed up most of the night watching after him so staying another night at the motel might not be such a bad idea after all. "Yeah, okay. Sounds like a plan to me."
Dean smirked and nodded. "Besides, I can't have you fainting on me again anytime soon princess."
There it went. Sam sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands. "Ugh…you aren't going to let this go any time soon, are you?"
"Hell no!" Dean laughed, nudging him playfully. "I probably have two, if not three months of hard core teasing I have to get out of my system before you're off the hook."
"You know I completely blame you for this right?"
"Oh, don't get all bitchy Sleeping Beauty."
Sam rolled his eyes. "That doesn't count, I didn't touch a spinning wheel."
"You should know, Disney Boy."
"Dean, I swear to God, the next thing we hunt I'm letting it eat you."
"Oh, like the Big Bad Wolf?" The older man laughed. "Good reference, Sammy."
"That was not a Disney reference! That was Grimm's Fairy Tales!"
"You know you're not making this any easier on yourself, right?"
Hehe, Sam's going to go through hell for a while for this :D Hope you all liked it and I will see you soon!! Thank you!!