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Checkin' In

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"Where the hell have you been?" Sam asked when the door unexpectantly opened and his brother stepped in as if he'd just been down to the corner and not missing for almost three months.

"Out."

"Doing what?"

"Stuff."

"Stuff?" Sam replied evenly.

"Had to do some, ya know, things."

"That's a mob answer you know."

Dean smiled at the idea as he shrugged off his jacket.

Sam flopped back into bed with a groan. "So we hitting the road tomorrow or what?"

"Need a few more days." Dean shook his head. "Maybe even a few weeks."

With a muffled laugh Sam rolled into his top blanket and got comfortable. "Take all the time you need, I'm actually losing the racoon rings under my eyes."

"You got fat." His older his brother added over his shoulder.

"Shut up, I'm not fat."

"Been hittin the pizza man up while I was gone buddy?"

"Whatever."

"Maybe some Crispy Creme night runs during your sci channel marathons..."

Sam hoped Dean wouldn't spot the licked clean box shoved half under the bed.

"Hey, I read curves are in." Dean assured him.

Sam sighed.
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