The Big Brother

It was always a toss-up who would get up earlier. Some mornings Sam beat Dean out of bed by hours, but that was usually directly related to how much fun Dean had had the night before, and other times Dean was up at the crack of dawn because they hadn’t eaten enough the day before and he wanted to make sure Sam had breakfast when he woke up.

That was the reason Dean was up well before Sam this morning and when he entered, a bag of bagels and cardboard tray containing two coffees precariously held in one hand, Dean smirked at the sight of his younger brother sprawled in the motel bed, still fast asleep.

Once inside, Dean kicked the door shut behind him. Hard.

Sam jumped, his eyes jerking open and in Dean’s direction.

“Oops, sorry, Princess, I didn’t mean to interrupt your beauty sleep.”

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Sam Winchester's Journal

August 8, 1995

Broke my leg yesterday. We were scouting a park with Dad and I fell on a metal pole. Dean asked me if it ‘hurt like hell’ and at first it was okay, probably adrenaline or something, but then it did start to hurt like hell. Dad said he’d take me to the Hospital when we got to the next town and Dean wrapped my leg up in some bandages. But when we got to town this morning, Dad said that I was okay. It really hurt but I was trying to be brave. Dean got up in Dad’s face, grabbed the car keys from Dad’s hands and took me to the Hospital. He didn’t talk the whole time we were there and I knew he was freaking out about disobeying Dad. I joked that maybe we could hold up in the Hospital for a while and Dean almost agreed. After the Doctors had set my leg and put a cast on, we went back to the motel and Dad was there. He just asked for the keys back, said he was glad I’m okay, and left. I’m really tired from the drugs they gave me so I’m going to bed.

August 9, 1995 (Part 1)

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