REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 3

Sam's POV

I was woken from my deep slumber by a rough shake of my shoulder. I go to reach under my pillow where I always keep my pistol but panic when I find it's not there. I go to sit up quickly but immediately get shoved back down.

"Calm down, its just me you idjit."

I let out a gasp and heavily place my head back on my pillow.

"Good news, I found you boys a hunter. Now go wake up your brother and get both your butts downstairs."

At the news of finding a hunter for us to work with, I was awake ready to face the wrath of Dean.

I exit my room and quickly enter Dean's. I walk over to his bed and yank the covers off of him. I don't even get a response. "Dean." Nothing. "Dean!"

"What, what, I'm up," he groans into his pillow. He automatically reaches for his covers and gets comfortable.

Deciding he's not going to get up any time soon, I exit his room and head downstairs to the kitchen. Come on, Bobby's gotta have some.

I open the fridge and almost let out a excited yell at the sight of the red bottle of doom. Quietly sneaking back upstairs, I vigorously shake the can of whipped cream until I reach Dean's bedroom. I tiptoe up to Dean's bed and silently praise the lord that Dean's hand is out from under the covers. I quickly spray out a glob of whipped cream onto his hand then set the can on the night stand.

Time for revenge.

I take my hand and lightly skim over his cheek with my finger. Dean subconsciously twitches his nose and I stifle a laugh. I touch his face once more and that's all that's needed for Dean to shove his hand onto his face.

He rapidly sits up and upon realization, shouts, "Dammit Sam!"

I laugh and run back downstairs, satisfied with my tactic of awaking Dean.

"Sam, this is so not over!"

I go into the study where Bobby sits at his desk with a look that tells me he knows exactly just went down. Crap. His face shows no emotion at all, its just a blank stare at me. I sorta just shrug and plop down on the couch, waiting for Dean.

Dean walks in moments later with a towel in his hand, which I can only assume is covered in whipped cream. I let out a small laugh.

"I'm sorry," I start, "Who started the prank war?" I point a finger at him with a smirk.

Dean just tosses the towel at me and sits on the couch, still not saying anything.

We both turn to Bobby who continues to sit expressionless at his desk. We sit in an awkward silence until I clear my throat.

"So, Bobby, you found us a hunter?"

"Yes I did."

I glace over at Dean who I find is already looking at me. Way to be vague Bobby.

"So who is it," Dean inquires, "I thought you said all your contacts were busy,"

"Do you boys remember when John left you here while he went hunting with a man by the name of Tim Kaiser? You met him once, tall, slight German accent, not the most welcoming."

Thinking back, I remember meeting Tim Kaiser before he and John left to go hunting in Oregon. I don't remember much but I know he wasn't the type of guy who you'd want to mess with.

"Yeah, I think I remember him. Did you get Tim to hunt with us?"

"Not necessarily. He's actually not hunting right now, he's got a bad leg, but I did get the next best thing- his daughter."