Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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"Morning, sunshine!" Sam greeted with a smile, holding two coffees stacked together in his hand. He looked at his older brother, who laid comfortably but alert on his stomach in the motel bed. The brothers had been traveling for a couple months now, and he wouldn't admit it, but his older brother Dean was enjoying the company.
Dean gave his brother a groan. "What time is it?" He inquired, carefully tucking the gun he had pulled back under the pillow. A precaution. He didn't remember the last time he wasn't on edge.
"Uhh it's about 5:45." Sam answered, glancing at the light pouring through the window. The sheer curtains did no good blocking out the harsh light. It was shocking that it didn't wake Dean up.
The older brother scrunched his face in disgust, turning his head back to his pillow. "In the morning?! Where does the day go?"
"Yup."
Dean turned onto his side. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked his brother, squinting from the harsh light.
"Yeah I grabbed a couple hours." Sam said.
"Liar." Dean sat up and swung his bare legs over the side of the bed. "'Cause I was up at three and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial."
The younger brother gave him a shrug and smirk. "Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."
Dean's expression shifted to that of concern. "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"
"I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam let out a sigh, and after a minute he approached the bed next to Dean and sat down. "It's not just the dreams about Jess. It's everything." He handed a coffee to his brother. "I just forgot, y'know? This job...man, it gets to you."
Dean brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. "You can't let it." He said. "You can't bring it home like that."
"So, all this. It never keeps you up at night?" Dean shook his head. "Never? You're never afraid?"
"No, not really." Dean set down his coffee and rubbed his eyes. Deciding to switch the subject, he brought up something - someone - who they hadn't discussed yet since reuniting at Stanford. "Have you spoken to Meredith at all?" He asked.
Sam pulled out his phone and flipped it open. "We've been in touch here and there. She was in Oregon the last time we spoke." He stated. After looking through their messages, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Usually she answers the phone, but she hasn't since the end of October..."
Dean frowned. "Around the same time Dad went AWOL. Do you think they're together?"
"There's no way. She swore she'd never go back to hunting." Sam answered. "I'll call her." He dialed in her number and brought the phone to his ear. It rang a few times before going to voicemail.
