A Flick and A Thought ~Sabriel

Chapter 6 - Hunters Honor

Sam woke up the next morning, aching in pain. His body relaxed as he recalled his conversation last night with Dean.

"Thank you Sammy." Dean said, pulling Sam into a hug.

They sat there for a while in the comfortable silence, any tension between the two had eased significantly.

"I think i'm gonna head to bed, I think you should too." Dean said, groaning as he lifted himself from the bed.

"Yeah, sure...i'll try." Sam replied, "Don't know how comfortable it will be though"

Dean chuckled, "I think you'll survive."

Sam smirked, "let's hope so."

Dean was now standing by the door frame, "Hey Sammy?" Dean asked.

Sam looked up, not expecting Dean to say anything else before he walked out besides the usual 'goodnight Sammy'. "Yeah, Dean?"

"You don't have to keep secrets from me, you know I won't be mad. I'm more upset if I end up having to find out myself rather than you just telling me, so please... no more secrets?"

Sam hesitated before replying, choosing his words carefully, "Yeah Dean, no more secrets." He concluded his reply with a soft smile. Sam was not fond of the idea of being completely open, he was a closed off type of person, preferring to keep most if not all personal things to himself.

Dean smiled back, happy with Sam's response, "Goodnight, Sammy."

"Goodnight, Dean." Sam whispered, switching off his lightswitch with the habbited flick of his wrist.

Sam slightly groaned, remembering the promise he had made Dean. Would he really be able to keep up with it, being completely open?

Sam did not bother turning his head to locate his phone, instead repeatedly slapping his hand on the table next to him. He continued patting his hand across the table, refusing to turn his head, when he felt a slight change in elevation. He patted the spot a few more times, now noticing the different, smooth, texture and temperature, the screen was cold. He went to pick it up, smirking to himself when his suspicions counted true. He brought his phone into his sight, turning it on to see what time it was, '11:34 am' the clock read.

Sam sighed, remembering that Dad was home, and knowing that he would more than likely send Sam and Dean on a quick hunt.

He stumbled out of bed, body screaming. Flicking his wrist, he opened his bedroom door before slowly moving out and immediately turning towards the bathroom.

He opened the bathroom door, closing it as soon as he got inside, roaming towards the sink.

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"So I was thinking," John began, looking at his boys, "I'm going to send you two to go off and hunt some vamps nearby, possible nest. As for me, i'm heading out again, big hunt." He started to talk more directly to Dean, "Remember, shoot first, ask questions later, and-"

"And always keep Sammy safe." Dean finalized for John. "I know, dad."

John nodded in approval, before grabbing his stuff and walking out the door.

As soon as the door shut, both boys simultaneously turned to each other, "Dean," Sam started, knowing what Dean was going to say next, "I'm coming."

Dean sighed, "Sammy, you don't need to be out hunting when you're hurting this bad man, it's not safe."

Sam chuckled, flinching at the pain it caused, "Um, have you forgotten about these?"

Sam motioned his hand upwards, sending Dean straight in the air, almost to the point where he was touching the ceiling.