In all honestly, Sam is used to waking up in odd conditions... and he can count, very clearly on one hand, the number of times he woke up sober, in no pain and in a familiar surrounding.
Except, the situation he's in right now?
Not familiar at all.
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"Dean..." Sam can't be bothered to open his eyes, he's tired and has a small headache brewing in the back of his eyes.
Also, light? No fun at all.
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"Dean!"
"What?" Dean draws the word out, so it sounds more like "Wha- at?" than anything else.
"What are you doing?"
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"Taking pictures." As if it's the most normal thing in the world.
"Well stop."
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So Sam, like all younger brothers, picks up a pillow and throws it in the general vicinity of his brother. Except, he is way off and the pillow lands on the floor a yard or so behind Dean... who is still taking pictures, and now is also moving around to get a better shot.
"Looking good Sammy... strike a pose." Dean chuckles.
“Dean, you’re an asshole, stop taking naked pictures of me.”
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why?' What if someone finds them?"
"Meh... all the more fun for them."
"And why are you taking naked pictures of me?"
"For fun." The bed dips and Sam feels himself being manouvered so that he;s on his stomach. "Open you eyes Sam."
Despite his eyes and mind protesting, Sam does. And realises belatedly, that Dean has closed the curtains and only has a small lamp on in the room. And in front of him is...
Well, he's not quite sure yet.
"Dean... what is this?"
"Er... well, you know how... all the pictures we had... got er, burnt in the fire. I thought it'd be fun to makeourown." The last few words come out rushed and Sam has to replay them in his mind to decipher what his brother just said.
And when he does he can't stop the grin that spreads on his face.
"That's..."
"If you saw sweet I will punch you."
"I was gonna say cool." Sam opens the album and flicks through it.
There are tonnes of pictures. Of the car, random places that they stopped in, motels, diners and their crappy food. Then there's a section of candids of the two of them. Of Sam sleeping, typing away on the laptop, fixing his hair in the morning and so on.
"Where are yours?" Sam looks up and Dean to see him shrug.
"I can't exactly take pictures of myself can I now Sam?"
Sam pulls the camera out of his brother's hands and turns it on. "Well, you better get used to the flashing then Dean." And he snaps a shot of Dean laughing.
Sam/Dean, “Dean, you’re an asshole, stop taking naked pictures of me.”
Except, the situation he's in right now?
Not familiar at all.
Click
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"Dean..." Sam can't be bothered to open his eyes, he's tired and has a small headache brewing in the back of his eyes.
Also, light? No fun at all.
Click
"Dean!"
"What?" Dean draws the word out, so it sounds more like "Wha- at?" than anything else.
"What are you doing?"
Click
"Taking pictures." As if it's the most normal thing in the world.
"Well stop."
Click
So Sam, like all younger brothers, picks up a pillow and throws it in the general vicinity of his brother. Except, he is way off and the pillow lands on the floor a yard or so behind Dean... who is still taking pictures, and now is also moving around to get a better shot.
"Looking good Sammy... strike a pose." Dean chuckles.
“Dean, you’re an asshole, stop taking naked pictures of me.”
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why?' What if someone finds them?"
"Meh... all the more fun for them."
"And why are you taking naked pictures of me?"
"For fun." The bed dips and Sam feels himself being manouvered so that he;s on his stomach. "Open you eyes Sam."
Despite his eyes and mind protesting, Sam does. And realises belatedly, that Dean has closed the curtains and only has a small lamp on in the room. And in front of him is...
Well, he's not quite sure yet.
"Dean... what is this?"
"Er... well, you know how... all the pictures we had... got er, burnt in the fire. I thought it'd be fun to makeourown." The last few words come out rushed and Sam has to replay them in his mind to decipher what his brother just said.
And when he does he can't stop the grin that spreads on his face.
"That's..."
"If you saw sweet I will punch you."
"I was gonna say cool." Sam opens the album and flicks through it.
There are tonnes of pictures. Of the car, random places that they stopped in, motels, diners and their crappy food. Then there's a section of candids of the two of them. Of Sam sleeping, typing away on the laptop, fixing his hair in the morning and so on.
"Where are yours?" Sam looks up and Dean to see him shrug.
"I can't exactly take pictures of myself can I now Sam?"
Sam pulls the camera out of his brother's hands and turns it on. "Well, you better get used to the flashing then Dean." And he snaps a shot of Dean laughing.
"Ooh, flashing."
"Oh, shut up."
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I have no idea what possessed me to write that.
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