Decapitation of... who?

Dean’s POV

I awoke the next morning with a terrible pounding in my head. I sighed.

Sam sat up in the bed next to mine.

“How’s your head?” he asked me.

I grimaced, “terrible, and my ears are ringing.”

Sam cracked a small smile, “that’s what you get for mixing alcohol, chicks and cases.”

I rolled my eyes and fell back on my pillow.

“Anyway,” Sam continued, “I think it is high time we went to Lawrence.”

I sat up again with a jolt that made my stomach flip.

“No!” I snapped.

Sam sighed, “Dean.”

I frowned at him, “don’t ‘Dean’ me. I do have a perfectly good reason for not wanting to go back.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Yeah, coz you were in there... when...” he broke off, “when... Oh you know what I mean!” He looked at me quizzically, so I nodded.

“Well I was there too. I was the one whose mouth Azazel bled into!” Sam continued, almost angrily. We both winced at the memory.

 I suddenly remembered something I said last night. I glanced at Sam apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” I began.

“What for?” Sam asked me. God, it would make this a lot easier if he didn’t remember what I’d said to him either.

But I swallowed and carried on. “Last night, I was teasing you a bit... about your past.” Sam was nodding now. “With Alice and Ruby.”

Sam grimaced openly, “and Lu...lucifer.” he added in a quiet voice. Then he shuddered, and slumped down.

“Sorry,” I muttered, “I’m really sorry.” Sam shot me a tiny, grim smile. “Anyways,” I said. “Why were you going to shoot me?”

Sam shook his head on the pillow, ruffling his hair a little, I grinned.

“I was just,” Sam paused looking at me, “I wasn’t going to!” he protested. Little brother, I thought. “I was just getting really mad, you were going on about my past. Which by the way. I don’t want mentioned again. So I don’t know... Oh. I was just getting really pissed about you, little son of a bitch.”

“Hey, that’s my line!” I protested, half joking.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Monster. Michael.”

I grinned, I wasn’t as touchy about the whole MIchael and Lucifer’s true vessels, than Sam was. Probably because Michael never got a chance to possess me. 

“Alright then Luci,” I joked, “you gonna kill your own brother?”

But I stopped when I noticed Sam’s expression.

“Sorry,” I muttered. But Sam had jumped off the bed and was walking away from me. A moment later I heard the shower start up. I sighed. I jumped off the bed at popped some toast in the toaster. While I waited, I fished out my laptop from where Sam dumped it last night. I flipped it open, entered my password, and waited for it to load. The site Sam had been on when I’d arrived home last night popped up. I read it silently.

“Bitch,” I muttered crossly. “Lawrence? 29th April - 5th May?” I grinned, realizing something. “Nice one Sammy. What are we doing in Lawrence? Birthday celebrations?” 

“What!” Sam demanded, he’d come out of the shower to hear my last comments. He snatched the laptop from me. “Who’s birthday are we celebrating in Lawrence?”

“Yours,” I replied, as casually as I could, watching Sam’s face getting more and more shocked as he remembered.

“You forgot your own birthday?” I asked lightly.

Sam wrinkled his nose.

“Who shall we invite?” I joked. “Azazel?”

Sam’s grimace melted to an angry scowl. 

“How about Lucifer?” I suggested. Then I realized that I’d gone too far.

“Let’s go for a plane ride for your birthday?” Sam said spitefully. “Let’s invite Jo too, and how about a couple of killing clowns?”

I frowned “No thanks.”

“Celebrate it in our old house. Set my nursery on fire and have mum’s screaming in the background.”

“For my birthday? Or yours?” I shot back. “Oh. An don’t talk about mum like that!”

“Is dad invited too?” Sam teased.

I frowned at him. He was getting more annoying than a crafty demon. “You bitch!” I almost yelled. “Can’t you recognize when you’ve gone far enough?”