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The brothers laid in the bed far to close for comfort. Their bare chests touched lightly under the thin blankets.
Dean sat up suddenly, “ Sam, get out of the bed, you’re sleeping on the floor. ” He grabbed Sam roughly around the waist and pulled him off of the bed.
After laying on the floor for a minute Sam dragged himself back onto the bed, “ It‘s freaking cold, I‘m sleeping in bed, whether you like it or not.” he settled next to Dean drew the blanket back over himself.
His brother looked over at him annoyed, why couldn’t he sleep on the couch? It wasn’t that cold. He stuck his foot out from under the blanket and quickly pulled it back. Maybe it was cold, but he was sure his Sammy could deal with it.


In the morning Sam sat at the table staring at Dean. He was sitting up in the bed staring back at him.
“ Dude, I am never sleeping in the same bed as you.” Dean said pointedly.
“ Why not?”
“ Because, last night you would not stop snuggling with me. You kept hugging and squeezing me. That is never happening again.”
Sam blushed a deep crimson and stared at Dean, “ Oh…umm I just kind of do that in my sleep. When I‘m cold.”
Dean stared at him intently, “ Wuss.”
“ Jerk.”
“ b***h.”
“ Slut.” Dean cocked his head to the side slightly at this one. He could barely believe Sam had the balls to call him a slut. He was in no way a slut, he was just promiscuous. And kind of stupid sometimes.
“ Did you say slut?”
“Yes I did, and dude it‘s true.”
Dean shook his head in disbelief. He stood up from the bed and stretched as he walked over to the motel’s small table. On the table sat a small box of donuts, Dean picked up a chocolate coated one and took a bite of it. Looking down at the box he noticed that six donuts were gone.
He looked at Sam, “ Dude, you‘re going to get fat.”
“ What?”
Dean pointed at the box and explained, “ You had five donuts for breakfast. That‘s a lot of donuts.”
“ Ok, so maybe it‘s a few too many.” Sam admitted, he just couldn’t help himself. He absolutely loved donuts.
The older hunter smiled at Sam, glad that he had gotten him to admit his addiction, “ Ya, like three too many.”
“ Agreed.” Sam stood up from his seat and walked over to his duffle bag. He reached inside of it and pulled out his jeans and a jacket. He changed quickly because of the cold, “ Dean, get dressed. You‘re going to come with me to get some real breakfast at that diner down the street.”
“ Sounds good.”


The brothers left their small motel room and walked down the street. They got to a small old-fashion diner and sat down at a booth next to the window.
The waitress put their menus in front of them. She tapped her foot impatiently as they read their meal choices.
“ I’ll have a cheeseburger and french-fries.” Sam glanced across the table at his older brother deciding that Dean would be happy with a cheeseburger at any time of the day, or night for that matter.
Sam ordered an omelet and hash browns. A perfectly normal breakfast.
They sat across from each other eating peacefully until Dean kicked Sam under the table, “Dude, what was that for?”
“ I want some of your hash browns.” Dean told him as he reached over and attempted to attain a forkful of said hash browns but, Sam pulled his plate back sending eggs hurtling back at himself.
Dean laughed at him happily. But not for long. Sam grabbed his fork and threw it at Dean.
He had to dive to the side to elude the He oncoming fork. As he sat back up a large piece of egg hit him squarely in the face. He stared at Sam, outraged. He would get him back. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday. The older man shook the eggs off his face indignantly.
Sam Laughed. He loved messing with him. Dean was always so surprised when he got him back. Sure, he could take a lot from Dean, but their was only so much he could take.
Dean smiled at his brother wickedly, “ This is not the end, it is only the beginning, and know that when this escalates that it is all your fault.”
Sam stared at him confused. What have I gotten myself into? He wondered.


As they entered their room Dean knocked Sam to the floor and carefully stepped over him. Sam stood back up and dusted himself off, “ Dude, what the hell?”
Dean just smiled at him as innocently as possible. He then turned and skipped into the bathroom.
Half an hour later he immerged drenched and disturbed, “ The shower was terrible.”
“ Then what took you so long?” Sam asked.
“ I was waiting for the water to get warm.”
Sam walked into the bathroom. It was oddly misty and hot. The floor was slick and covered in a thin layer of lukewarm water.
He poked his head out of the bathroom, “ I think you got it warm enough.”
Sam shuffled back into the bathroom trying not slip. He wondered why the floor was so slippery. Sam suddenly slipped and fell spread-eagle on the ground, it smelled vaguely like conditioner. He turned his head to the side and sniffed deeply. It was conditioner.
“ DEAN! Damn it, I can’t get up!” The younger hunter yelled angrily from the floor.
Dean strode to the doorway smiling. He stood in the doorway for a good five minutes admiring his handiwork. All the while Sam slid slowly across the floor towards him. He attempted to grab Deans ankle but he stepped back.
Dean smirked at his irate brother, “ Tell me when you‘re out, we need to call the maids, You made a terrible mess.
Sam at Dean, he obviously made this mess. Sam slid himself quickly across the floor and out of the bathroom. Once he was on carpet he could stand again. He glared down at Dean, who pranced over to the phone and called room service.
“ Hello? Yes, I need to have my bathroom cleaned. Yes. My brother dropped a bottle of conditioner on the floor and it spilled.” He glanced over at Sam, “ Ya, he‘s kind of dumb. Ok, well thank you.”
“ I spilled conditioner on the floor, and I‘m dumb?”
“ Yeah, well this is your fault. Obviously.” Sam longed for the day when Dean would be reasonable. That would make things so much easier.
Of course that day was unlikely to ever occur and if it did by some miracle it was still far from sight.
Dean smiled slowly and winked at Sam. Sam glared back as fiercely as he could but Dean seemed completely unphased.
Sam walked across the room and sat down on the bed. It sagged under his weight, he turned and reached into his duffle bag. After rummaging around in it for a minute he pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans.
The younger hunter pulled his jeans off and put on new ones. Dean stared at him and started to laugh, “ Your boxers.”
“ Ya, what about the?”
“ Where the hell do you get boxers with devil ducks on them?”
Sam looked down at his boxers to his horror saw the ducks. He shook his head and grimaced. Why did Dean have to see those?
Once he had changed, he sat down at the table and turned on his laptop. He began to look for new cases.
Later that night he found one of interest. It was horrible, it was gruesome, it was the perfect job for the Winchester brothers.

If you tell me the typos I'll fix it later.

Heehee! I loved Halduras' story. I didn't read it all, cause its long but I loved the random bits I chose.
I'd post my story, but it's long, and I'm a wee bit paranoid about it being stolen. I'll give you the gist here though-
It starts with a 15 year old half blood demon/hunter (I know it's thick just bear with me). She's looking fo r Sam cause theyre sort a the same, the whole demon in them thing. BAsically th boys agree to go with her to this town where people are disappearing and it turns into this whole psycho maze/labrynth ancient family ties thing. I love it, but it's cause it's my story. I'm trying to keep the boys in character and all so its kinda hard, but I'm also adding any things people would like to see in a story so any ideas are accepted. I have more fanfic ideas once this onhe is done so I'm really excited! YAY.
Lemme try and post the first bit here-

One
The alley was dark and dirty. I shivered as things ran past my feet and took shelter in the deep moving shadows. Filth blew around the musky, damp air, and it seemed that the moon had gone extra dark, just for the night. A chill ran down my spine and I felt for the small folded paper in my pocket. Why was I afraid? I was never afraid; not after I had seen my mother killed in cold blood. I had seen, felt, way too much in my life to give into the cold un-reality of fear.
I pulled out the paper from my pocket and held it, still moving, never pausing to look back. As I unfolded the paper one of the crisp corners sliced my finger.
“s**t”, I muttered, putting the beading blood to my lips. “Winchester” was written on the paper in a harsh but distinctly feminine script.
“Winchester” I thought. “What did she say their names were?” I slowly went through the files in my mind.
“Sam” they whispered, and I could hear my thoughts echo off the crumbling alley walls.
“Yeah right” I said out loud. What a common name, it couldn’t be right. I wouldn’t have forgotten a name like Sam. And why couldn’t I remember the other name?
“Don’t worry about the other. Find Sam.” My mind prodded.
The steady beat of my boots on the ground matched my heartbeat, pounding in my head. The two beats as they melted together were all that I could hear. My mind focused on them, pondered each one and the next, as though they could tell me how far I would go until I found them. I had to find the brothers, the Winchesters. They were the only ones who could help me.
I flinched as something clattered in the darkness behind me. Instinctively my hand flew to the inner pocket of my jacket. My fingers slowly traced over the patterns engraved in the cool metal there. I wrapped them around the handle of the pistol, and one went to the trigger, but I left the gun where it was. I could feel the demons all around me. I was constantly aware of them. I could hear them; feel their fading power. My senses wrapped around their thoughts of what they wanted to do to me. It was almost funny. They were weak, groveling behind dumpsters, putting themselves in little children’s dreams, in a constant, desperate struggle to exist.
Still, I couldn’t grasp why I was so afraid. There weren’t any threats here. I could deal with much stronger demons, let alone your common city thug. I was being stupid. I tried to blend back into the comfort of the darkness, fade into it and let it calm me down. I stopped walking, still staring straight ahead.
“Don’t let it win”, I thought, and waited. I sighed a few moments later. “Fine I thought” giving over to my fear. I turned around and looked into the darkness there. I couldn’t see anything down the alley, because there was nothing there to see at all.
I let out a sigh. “That’s right Maura”. I said sarcastically. Just show those demons how scared you are.” As I looked blankly down the alley from where I’d come, my heart began to slow again. “See”, I muttered. “Only being stupid. Almost there, just keep feeling.” I closed my eyes and drew up my senses again, pressing them to the walls of the alley.
As I turned around and started walking I slammed into something, something big.
“Crap” I gasped opening my eyes and pulling away.
“It’s him”, my mind whispered. Suddenly my head seared.
“What the-”, I thought stumbling backwards.
“Him….”, my mind hissed getting louder and more desperate. I grabbed my head. The man in front of me took my shoulders firmly and held me up. He looked worried. What was happening?
“Are you-“, he started, but I dropped my head on his shoulder and whispered “Thank you.”, before sliding out of his grasp and dropping into the dirt on the alley floor. The paper fluttered out of my hand and I watched it sink, pale and white, to the ground. The man looked at me and picked it up as my eyes slid closed.

Yay- it worked! THats the beginning- please don't steal it. Comments requested- good or bad.