Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.

Warnings: I don't think there's much of anything to warn against. Maybe later it might get bloody. (Hint. Hint.)

A/N: Hello everyone! I want to thank all those that got my note and are getting me back in gear for this. I appreciate you all. Special thanks to blackrabbitkani and mywarisalreadywon for reviewing and telling me how much they missed me. You shall be prized ducks.

Some of you might be like 'Sammy why you here?' This is Stanford Era. And the answer is because he can! This is technically Stanford era, but he shows up a little bit in places. Cause the bits are them like just getting back together in the first season. You'll just have to see…

Dean slammed the motel door shut and yanked the chain into place after his brother shuffled in.

Sam winced and shot a look at Dean as he threw his duffel ungracefully onto the bed. "Wow Dean. You think you could've done that any louder?"

"I dunno. You want me to try," Dean snapped, peeling off his leather jacket.

"Jerk." Sam muttered as he turned to unpack.

"Yeah, yeah bitch." Dean said as he flopped onto his bed, seemingly uncaring about anything else.

After some uncomfortable silence Sam opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off at the last second by the pillow muffled voice of his brother. "Listen Sammy. I'm sorry. It's just been a long week and I'm tired. Apparently evil sonsofbitches don't die that easily."

No. Really? Sam let out a deep sigh. "It's fine Dean. You know I understand." Sam checked his watch and ran his fingers through his hair. "Well I'm starving, so you can stay here, but I'm going to go grab some food."

Dean sat up like lightning at the mention of food. "Ooooooh grab me the biggest double bacon burger you can find!"

"You know every time you eat one of those your probably shortening your life span right?"

Dean slowly laid back on the bed with an arm crossed behind his head and absentmindedly toyed with the remote. "Don't forget the beer."

"Right. And Dean," Sam asked with his hand resting on the doorknob.

"What Sammy?"

"Well, you need a shower."

Dean jolted up and glared at his brother for a few seconds and then broke into a laugh. "Maybe you should ask the poltergeist why he decided to haunt a sewer."

Just before Sam could shut the door, Dean shouted, "Don't forget how I like it."

"Crispy bacon, extra pickles, no onion, and tomatoes. I got it Dean."

"No Sam," Dean shouted loud enough for the whole floor to hear. "It's yes to the onion and no to the tomatoes. Get it right."

Sam cursed under his breath. "Will you just get in the shower? I can smell it from here!"

"Part of the job little brother. Part of the job," he shouted as they each closed their respective doors.

The diner was reasonably empty. It wasn't like the place was abandoned and you didn't need to wait in line for someone to notice you and take an order. It was cliché, but it was just right. One monster cheeseburger-the Dean way, one apple chicken sandwich, a big order of fries, and two beers to go.

If there was one good thing about all the small towns they stayed in, it was the traffic. None of the streets were ever clogged up with honking assholes and nothing ever took too long. If one of them was ever hurt it was always more reassuring to be about five minutes away.

Sam juggled his key with the bags of food and pushed the door open with his butt, practically throwing their food on the small table. "No don't worry Dean, I don't need any help."

Dean came out of the bathroom wielding his knife and in a towel, obviously still sopping wet. "What! Are you ok?"

Sam looked up ready to give him what for, but stopped and looked... surprised. It had been a while since he'd seen his brother without a shirt, being at Stanford and all. He might have expected some new scars, but never this.

"What the hell is that?"

Ok so that was the fixed first chapter. Please review because I aim to please. Suggestions are TOTALLY welcome. Encouraged really... Required...ehhhh. Again, no pressure... Good Day Ducks