This is set in Season 1 and if you read carefully you'll know why. I've never done a fic in this kind of form or this short and let me tell you, I have so much more words to add to this fic it hurts my brain, but let's just see how it goes.

I own nothing! Oh, yeah, I own the mistakes. blushes.

Enjoy…

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"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You awake?"

"I am now." 'm just waiting for you to say something.

"Yeah?" I don't know what to say.

"Yeah now that you've woken me up with your," Sam could see Dean wave his hand up in the air in search of a word, "wakefulness."

"My what?"

"Wakefulness."

"'s that even a word?"

"I dunno, you tell me, geek."

"Probably is in the daylight." He sighed in the dark room.

Silence. And Dean's breathing.

Sam this has got to stop.

""Go to sleep Sammy." I'm here, you're gonna be fine.

"'s Sam." I know you are.

"Whatever." Always were.

Silence. And a buzz of a fly.

"Sam?" This has got to stop, man.

"Yeah?" I don't know if I can make it stop.

"Still awake?" We'll figure it out.

"God, man, just go to sleep." Let it be.

"Don't get pissed at me, you're the one who can't sleep." 'm just trying to help you here.

"Fine." I know.

"Fine." Well, you should know.

Silence. And Sam's breathing.

"Just don't snore." Don't leave yet.

"What are you talking about? I don't snore." 'm right in the next bed, Sam. 'm not leaving.

Chuckle…he would almost choke on it lying on his back like that: "Man, Dean you saw logs like your life depends on it." It's good to hear you.

"I do not." Anything to distract you.

"Oh dude, you so do." Thanks.

"Shut up and go to sleep, Sam." You're gonna be fine, I'll be sawing logs next to ya, don't worry.

"Fine." Thanks.

"Fine." You're welcome.

Silence that was interrupted by Dean's thought swimming deep in his brain…a little banter, Sammy, anything to distract you from your nightmares.

"Bitch." Are we done now Sam? Are you O.K.?

"Jerk." Yeah we are.

"God." A growl. Sleep tight, Sam.

"Nah, just Sam." You too, Dean.

And they turned around on their side, away from each other. Dean towards the window and Sam towards the bathroom door.

They slept until the alarm clock woke them up in the bright morning…and you don't wanna know what happened to that unlucky alarm clock. Let's just hope that the rest of the trash in the bin gave her a nice funeral.

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The End. Was it O.K.? Bites nails