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May 1, 2006

Adam was beginning to suspect Dean wasn't coming home tonight. Not that he was particularly worried, he expected his brother was with Cassie; it was good that the two of them could finally work things out or at least get some closure after all this time. Adam remembered how hurt Dean had been when they'd left Cape Girardeau two years ago, after the girl had dumped him. It wasn't like Dean let it show at all, but Adam could see it had hurt him. She really was a cool chick and Adam totally saw why his brother fell for her, but he had some serious doubts as to their future... and considering their job: any of their futures with any girl.

To be completely honest, Adam couldn't bring himself to care too much at the moment. The two remaining Winchesters, who sadly didn't have any pretty girls to seduce, were lying back their beds in the motel room, surrounded by junk food and watching bad late night television as the clock snuck past midnight. Currently, an old Frosted Flakes commercial flashed across the screen, causing Adam to squint in a poor attempt of concentration.

"Which breakfast cereal mascot creeps you out the most: Tony the Tiger or Lucky the Leprechaun?" Adam asked, breaking the long standing silence, truly curious.

"Neither. The Honey Combs monster. It's eyes are too big, they freak me out".

Adam snorted.

"Well, what's yours?" Sam asked, a little defensively.

"Lucky's a close second with his sneaky, stalkerishness, but Tony the Tiger's gotta win out," Adam admitted, "He yells too much and seriously, what kind of tiger can play basket ball?"

"Awesome ones," Sam answered, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Adam glared, "You play with him then; see how long it takes for him to start using your head as the ball."

"I'd love to, but seeing as he's an animated character, I'm fairly certain I'd find it impossible to challenge him to a game. You find me a real life basketball-playing tiger and maybe I'll reconsider."

Adam grinned, "You're just afraid that he'd totally kick your ass."

Sam chuckled, "Right, Adam, that's it".

"You know it," Adam mumbled into a handful of Twizzlers.

Sam chuckled again and let the subject drop.

After a moment of some thought Adam spoke up again.

"If you could have any dinosaur for a pet, what would you pick?"

Sam openly laughed at this question.

"Wow, um… Brontosaurus. You know the ones with the really long necks? 'Cause… well first of all they're herbivores, so it wouldn't want to eat me and second, they're really big so you can ride 'em around." Sam explained, if not only to appease his brother's odd curiosities.

Adam laughed a little, looking thoughtful, "That's actually a cool choice".

Sam made a sound of agreement as he took a handful of potato chips.

"Plus you can use their neck as a slide".

Sam had to give his brother an odd look at that comment as he chewed on his snack.

"What would you pick?" Sam asked after he'd swallowed.

"I dunno… I think like a Velociraptor or something awesome like that, 'cause then you can train 'em and be all bad ass, walking around with a pet raptor on your heal...Seriously, how awesome would we be as hunters with a man-eating dinosaur on our side? We'd go down in history," Adam declared happily, causing his brother to laugh at how enthusiastic he was about the idea, "Do you think a Velociraptor could win against a vampire?"

"Couldn't tell you, I've never seen a Velociraptor in action," Sam responded amused, causing Adam to hum in thought.

"If we're talking Jurassic Park Velociraptors, then I think it would be a pretty fair fight. Those things are freaky sons a bitches." Adam responded, thoughtfully.

"Alright; pet raptor, I'll put it on the shopping list, we'll have to test that theory out," Sam continued sarcastically

"Yay," Adam rejoiced just as facetiously.

Another minute of silence passed before Adam asked a new question.

"If you had the choice between eating a deep-fried frog or four live cockroaches, which-"

"Dude, seriously?" Sam asked; finally turning to look at his brother. "What's with the weirdest version of twenty questions ever?"

Adam glanced at his brother but only held his gaze for a moment before dropping his eyes back to his small mountain of sweets, embarrassed at the answer; however, had to stop and wonder if maybe aforementioned mountain may be the cause.

Adam gave a small shrug.

"Just trying to get to know you," Adam admitted shyly, fiddling with a wrapper.

Sam immediately lost all amusement he had of the situation and instantly felt bad for making his brother admit this and more so, for not realizing the cause of it to begin with.

"You usually learn more with stupid, crazy questions than you do with questions like 'What's your favorite color'" Adam continued embarrassed. "But I mean, you don't-"

"The frog." Sam cut in before Adam could finish.

Adam looked up to meet his brother's eyes, letting a little grin pull at his lips, "Ew, that's disgusting".

"Well, it's not like you gave me much of a choice and I've had bad experiences with cockroaches."

Adam laughed; not looking quite as uncomfortable as he had a second ago, but he didn't continue his questioning, causing Sam to frown.

After a moment's internal debate, Sam decided to force it.

"Which Indiana Joans movie would you most want to be a part of in real life: 'Temple of Doom', 'Last Crusade', or 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'?" Sam asked as he turned back to the TV, working on a new handful of chips.

Adam eyed his brother for a moment before going ahead and answering.

"Raiders. Has the hottest chick by far" He answered confidently as he dropped another gummy worm into his mouth; usually a candy Dean hogged, but Adam wasn't feeling particularly charitable towards his brother at the moment seeing as he had just recently started allowing Adam out of bed for more than 10 minutes at a time due to his 'injury' which honestly hadn't hurt him in more than 5 days.

"What? Seriously? I always liked the chick from Last Crusade," Sam said, surprised.

Adam snorted, "You would."

"Hey! Watch it, kid" Sam scolded, laughing, and halfheartedly threw his spare pillow across the short cavern between beds to land with a soft thud against his brother's side.

"Hey, I'm wounded, remember? You shouldn't blame me for what I say through my pain or be throwing pillows at me for that matter," Adam rebuked with a mocking grin.

Sam laughed, "Oh yeah, all you've been doing for the last week has been trying to convince Dean that you're absolutely fine and now you want me to believe you're saying delusional things due to the amount of pain you're in, while you eat Twizzlers and watch late night television? Yeah, not happening."

A small smile pulled at Adam's lips as he glared over at his brother.

"Well, fine. If that's how you wanna play, I can play like that."

Next thing Sam knew, a familiar pillow greeted side of his head, causing him to spill the chips he was holding onto the bedspread. He took a moment to chew at the inside of his cheek, pondering his course of action before turning to stare down at his brother.

Adam just gave a challenging lift of his eyebrows as he popped another gummy bear into his mouth with a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"I am so not having a pillow fight with a fifteen year old," Sam stated simply and turned back to the TV only to have another pillow fly at his head, this time using his quick reflexes to shield himself.

"What? Afraid you'd lose?" Adam asked mockingly.

"Oh, no. I'd win."

"Yeah? Try it. Or are you too out of shape from all that studying you can't even win a pillow fight with a teenager, college boy?" Adam goaded.

Needless to say, that after that comment a rather violent and passionately fought pillow war ensued. After some war cries, diving over beds and a rather spectacular yell of 'timber' when Adam managed to trip his brother up as he lunged for another attack, Adam made a frantic sprint for the door; hoping to find refuge in the outdoors. He didn't get too far, however, as he was tackled to the ground, steps from freedom and began getting pummeled from above with a large white pillow. After a couple hits, Adam managed to grab the end of the pillow and wrap his arms around the middle of it as Sam fought to free it.

"Dude, let go!" Sam yelled through his laughter.

"No, you'll hit me," Adam yelled back.

"Well, duh, that's kinda the point".

The pillow suddenly gave a loud ripping sound right as Sam gave a hard pull, using his legs as leverage and then all was a world of feathers. When they finally settled, half the floor was covered, and more amusingly a certain Winchester was entirely enveloped with white fluffies. Sam stood a few feet back with half a pillow case in his hand.

The brothers were silent for a moment before Sam let go a highly restrained snort of laughter as he stared down at his brother, covering his mouth to hide the smile when Adam glared up at him.

"You look like Daffy Duck!" Sam burst, folding over in laughter.

Adam glared all the more fiercely as he got to his feet, doing his best to brush off all the feathers while his brother continued to laugh. He paused in his attempts when his eyes fell on the rest of the room.

"Holy shit."

Sam's laughs died down a bit when he heard the surprise in his brother's voice and followed his gaze.

"Holy shit."

The room was trashed. Night stands knocked over, blankets on the floor, a lamp broken on the ground and feathers. Feathers all over everything.

"Sam… Look what you did." Adam remarked, a smile pulling at his lips.

Sam rolled his eyes.

"You're right, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault," Sam agreed, sarcastically.

"Damn right, it is," Adam finished.

Both took another minute to survey the damage.

"I really don't feel like cleaning this up…" Adam admitted tiredly.

"Yeah, me neither," Sam agreed, noting the time was nearing one o'clock.

"Good, then we're agreed that we won't" Adam declared happily, jumping into his bed which was empty of both blankets and pillows and everything, but for an excess amount of feathers.

After only a moment, Adam lifted his head.

"The feathers are poking me" He complained, Sam just rolled his eyes as he reached for one of his abandoned blankets and shook it of any feathers it was hiding.

"Yeah, they tend to do that."

"It's uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"What're you doing?" Adam asked, watching as his brother carried his blanket to the far corner of the room.

"Sleeping somewhere feather-free." Sam explained, laying out his blanket on the carpeted floor before laying down and pulling it around himself.

Only a couple seconds later, Sam heard his brother moving around on the other side of the room and moments later he felt Adam trying to get comfortable with his own blanket, who soon huffed a frustrated sigh.

"This isn't comfortable either."

"Well, you shouldn't have started this mess; then we'd both have a bed to sleep in," Sam scolded.

"Hey, I thought we both agreed that that was your fault." Adam teased.

"Whatever," Sam rebuked, smiling slightly.

He was almost asleep when he felt something tickling at his neck, making him slap at it. He pulled his hand away to find a leafy, white duck-down.

"Dude, you brought feathers to bed!" Sam complained angrily.

"Well, sorry I kind of have them all over me. You exploded a whole pillow full on me, or has that slipped your mind already?"

"You could have changed or something, I made an effort to not bring any feathers over here."

"I'll remember that for next time then," Adam said, happy to be getting his brother back somehow.

Sam snorted, "Thanks."

"No problem."

Both brothers fell asleep quickly, shoulder to shoulder, happy for the same reasons despite the uncomfortable floor.

…...

Dean ran a hand along the impala's hood as he trudged towards their motel room, both brothers in tow, glad that she only had a couple scratches from the night's events. It could have been much worse considering they'd had a killer, ghost truck on their heals an hour ago.

Dean was just looking forward to crawling into bed and sleeping for a week after today's events, not to mention he hadn't gotten a whole lot of sleep last night. That brought a small smile to his face. After checking out the latest death the Winchesters had spent the day in the library and around town trying to find some sort of connection between the victims (not Dean's idea of fun) and then Cassie calling and telling him a ghost truck was trying to kill her (hadn't been much fun either) and then he, himself almost being killed by said ghost truck (even more not fun)… Dean was very ready for some sleep.

Dean opened the door and took a step in, however the state of the room quickly stopped his next step, and caused him to take a moment to surveying the room in front of him in shock.

"What the…" Dean trailed off when he heard two groans behind him and turned to face his brothers who were leaning on either side of the door frame looking reluctant to move any further.

"I forgot," Sam groan, leaning into his arm.

"Mhm," Adam agreed looking lazily around the room.

Dean looked from one brother to the other, completely baffled.

"What the fuck happened in here? I leave you two alone for one night and you completely trash our motel room?" Dean snapped angrily.

"Well, no, that's not exactly how it happened…" Sam started but trailed off, positive that the true story would not impress his brother anymore than believing they'd simply torn up the place would.

Dean raised his eyebrows, waiting for someone to continue.

Adam just shifted uncomfortably and discretely pointed at his brother. Sam's keen eyes, however caught the action, causing him to turn and glare.

"Oh, thanks for throwing me under the bus, Adam, really."

Adam just threw him a tiredly, sarcastic smile.

Dean rolled his eyes at the two of them, "Can someone please tell me what happened here?"

Both youngest Winchesters just dropped their gazes to search around the room for an answer that wouldn't get them in trouble.

After about a minute of no brilliant ideas, Adam spoke up, "Well, Daffy Duck stopped by and it turns out he's an angry drunk and he just went off the handle and-"

Sam half collapsed in laughter and Dean stormed past the both of them.

"Dean, wait! Where're you going? I haven't told you about the Velociraptor yet, it was vicious! Tore Daffy to shreds!" Adam called after his brother as he followed him out of the room, "Where are you going?"

"To get a new motel room and pay for damages, thanks to you two," Dean called over his shoulder, angrily.

Adam stumbled to a halt a few steps out the door, "Hey, alright! Good idea! Thanks big bro!" He said, giving his brother a little wave which went completely ignored.

Sam walked to his brother's side and as they watched Dean walk off, "He'll get over it."

Adam laughed, "Yeah, I know"

A/N: Okay, soooo I didn't abandon this as I'm sure many of you thought: just been super busy following a dream and haven't had time to add the one more scene to the middle of this like I've been wanting to for ages. I actually still haven't added it, but it was taking me so long to do so I figured I might as well just forget about it and post. I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer. I really hate using the "I'm too busy" excuse, but seriously: I was off in the Nicaraguan jungle for weeks teaching kids, therefore working with VERY limited internet access.

Thank you so much for all the beta offers! I've decided to just do it myself, because the next few chapters will be coming along so slow I'll have plenty of opportunities to read them over a million times; I can tell you that this one certainly was.

So, I WON'T be abandoning this, but I can assure you the chapter-writing will be traveling at snail pace. It's your decision whether you wanna keep waiting for them or not. Truly sorry to keep my readers waiting!