𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻

•Chapter four•

~Phantom Traveler~

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August slept in her foldable crib beside deans bed where he laid, asleep on his stomach.

The door to their motel room opened, making a creaking noise just before whoever came in closed it back.

Dean hardly opened his eyes, and his hand made its way under his pillow.

"Morning, sunshine."

Dean quickly turned, seeing it was only his brother. He groaned, glancing over his shoulder to the crib.

"What time is it?" He asked Sam.

"It's about 5:45." Sam stated.

"In the morning?" Dean questioned.

"Yep." Sam nodded.

"Where does the day go?" Dean rolled over onto his back. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked.

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." Sam said.

"Liar— 'cause I was up at three, trying to put her back to sleep," Dean gestured to the sleeping baby in the crib. "And you were watching a George foreman informercial." He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting tv." Sam stated, holding up a bag in one hand, and two coffees in the other.

"When was the last time you got a good nights sleep?" Dean questioned his little brother.

"I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam said.

"Yeah, it is." Dean nodded.

"Look, I appreciate your concern."

"I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." Dean told him. "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" He asked.

Sam inhaled deeply as he took a seat on his own bed.

"Yeah." He sighed. "But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job— man, it gets to you." Sam said.

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean said after he had popped the lid off his coffee and took a drink of it.

"So, what? All this— it never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head as he made a face.

"Never? You're never afraid?" Sam questioned.

"No, not really." Dean shrugged a shoulder.

Sam scoffed. He then got up, and reached under deans pillow, pulling a knife out from under it. He then held it up as he sat back down.

"That's not fear." Dean took the knife. "That is precaution, and protection for my little girl."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head and dropping the argument.