Pint Size ➳ Supernatural

Chapter 2: Sarcastic Dean

Dean rubbed his eyes groggily as he walked to the main room of the Men of Letters bunker, the first sight being Sam sitting at a table in the library with a granola bar in his hand and his laptop. A white glow reflected off the screen onto his face, and Dean immediately noticed the dark circles under his eyes-he would know, of course. He also has a pair of his own that lay underneath his hazel-green ones. Dean ran a hand through his hair and walked into the library, blinking away a bit more sleep as he did so.

"Hey." Dean mumbled, scrubbing his palms across his eyes to try and keep them opened. He had barely slept last night-thoughts about Amara had been keeping him awake.

"Hey!" Sam chirped. Sam took a bite of his granola bar and looked at Dean, watching as his brother lazily pulled out the wooden chair across from Sam and plopped down into it. Dean folded his arms and rested them on the table, letting his head fall gently into them. Sam tried not to chuckle at the sight as he swallowed the bite he was chewing.

"Are you okay?" Sam said, attempting to be serious. His eyes switched from his laptop screen to his brother and back again.

"Yeah, man..." Dean murmured, lifting his head out of his arms. Sam frowned at how tired his brother looked. "Just... I just didn't sleep well, ya know?"

"Alright..." Sam said, awkwardly, turning back to his laptop. Sam took the last bite out of his granola bar, scrolling down the page he was on and cocking an eyebrow as he read.

"So, uh, I think I found us a case."Sam blurted, talking around the piece of food in his mouth. He swallowed and turned his laptop toward Dean, who leaned forward the slightest bit to look at the crime scene photos Sam had pulled up. There was what appeared to have been a teenage boy, laying on a wooden floor with his body sprawled out, his eyes lifeless as crimson blood stood out on his pale skin. Dean clicked through, seeing the blood that was scattered among the walls and the boy's clothing. Seeing a young life ending so abruptly shouldn't have bothered Dean, but seeing the wound made him cringe slightly.

"It's at Fort Reno in Oklahoma." Sam continued. "You know, that old U.S. Cavalry fort and museum?"

"I can't say I do know." Dean replied sarcastically. Sam playfully rolled his eyes as Dean continued examining. "Besides, shouldn't we be worried about The Darkness? Not some little case that another hunter can take care of?"

"Dean," Sam started, "we can't do anything about Amara. At least, not right now. What we can do is still do what we always do. We can still save people. We can still hunt things."

"I know, Sammy, it's just-"

"Come on, Dean." Sam pleaded, looking at his brother in the eye. "We can get away for a little bit. It can be just a regular hunt. Like the good old days."

Dean sighed and turned the laptop back towards Sam, allowing himself to fall back in the chair. "Lay it on me." Sam pulled the laptop closer to him and put his fingers on the mouse pad, tapping on it to pull up a new window.

"So, two teenage boys did an act of breaking and entering into the historic Fort Reno Calvary museum." Sam summarized from the article, his eyes skimming the page on his laptop. Something clicked in Dean's brain when Sam had said 'Reno'. "One of the boys, Blaine Lupin, was killed in the museum, one of the workers coming in the next morning and finding him dead on the floor with his throat slit." Sam looked at Dean, who motioned for him to go on. "The other boy that was with Blaine, who was Finn Lockhart, had been questioned by the police after being seen on the security footage. Finn claims that he saw, 'an old army guy' pick up Blaine by the neck and pull a knife out."

"And, of course, we know what happens next." Dean mumbled, rolling his eyes. Sam chuckled weakly and turned his attention to his brother. "Vengeful spirit?"

"I think so." Sam said, continuing to skim over the article. "There are probably at least fifty ghosts in there from how many artifacts they have."

"Alright," Dean started, "then I'll call someone and they can take care of it."

"Dean, I think we should take the case." Sam insisted. "I mean, it's only a five-hour drive to El Reno, and that's the closest town to the museum."

Dean felt himself stiffen as he averted his gaze to the table. He knew why the word 'Reno' sounded so familiar now. El Reno had been the town he had gone to with John, him and Sam's father, for a werewolf case. He had met a girl there and ended up hooking up with her. Sure, Dean had given the chick his number, but he didn't use that phone anymore.

"Yeah, and that's also five hours we could be using to figure out how to beat Amara." Dean protested, placing his head in his hands.

"Here," Sam started, closing his laptop and propping his chin in his hands, "how about we call Cas and have him do some digging, and you and I can take on this."

"We've already done digging, Sam." Dean fired back quietly, leaning backward in his chair. "What makes you think that Cas can find something we didn't, huh?"

"Maybe the fact that he's an angel of the lord." Sam quoted, looking at his brother smugly.

"You know what?" Dean mumbled, standing up from his chair. "Let's just do this. Whatever. I'll meet you at the car in ten."

Sam let a small smile come onto his face as Dean left the room. Sam was just as worried about Amara as Dean was, but he knew there wasn't anything they could do. There wasn't a point to just sitting around and being sad about it when there were other things to be done. They could both still do what they do best, and that's what Sam intended. He was determined to give Dean some sort of break from all of this Amara crap.

Sam couldn't help the grin on his face as he grabbed his laptop and hurried to his room to pack.