The Boy With No Name

Part 2

"Up and at 'em!" Dean hollered with his usual amount of gusto. It was 6:48 and he was packed and ready to leave, wanting to get back to the bunker to find a new hunt. He was always looking for new hunts. 

He stood there by the door for about 5 minutes before sighing and walking over to Sam's bed.

"Sammy, get up." He said firmly, shaking his little brother's forearm impatiently. Sammy only groaned in response.

"Get up, we need to leave." He repeated, slightly more gentle, after realising that he was trying to wake Sam up at 7 in the morning on a Saturday.

Once again, Sam groaned but he slowly blinked open his eyes. Dean smiled slightly at Sam's sleepy actions.

Now that Sam's eyes were fully open he realised that this was a bad idea. The overly-bright sun assaulted his eyes making him wince and rapidly shut his eyes again. Dean's smile dropped the moment he saw his younger brother wince. 

"Whoa, Sammy you alright?" Dean asked, the worry in his voice was easily noticeable but he didn't care.

"It's Sam." Sam shot back, but there was no menace behind his tired voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you good?" Dean repeated, adamant on getting an answer.

"Fine." Sam replied without hesitation. That was something both Winchesters did. They refused to admit when there was something wrong. 

Truth be told, Sam wasn't doing too well. 

His head pounded along to the rhythm of his heartbeat and he got lightheaded at the slightest movement. But there was no way in hell he was going to tell Dean. 

Dean was already going to be fussing over him and there was no need to worry him with something as stupid as a little headache.

He could handle himself.

Dean, however, wasn't fooled in the slightest. But he decided to play along. Sam would tell him if it was something serious. After all, that was one of the rules in their line of work: 

Don't get too attached to anyone.

Always look out for one another.

Don't forget the pie.

So Dean was confident that Sam would tell him if there was a problem, however, in the back of his mind he knew that probably wouldn't happen.

"Well we need to get going, I found us a hunt." Dean stated, trying to sound blunt but failing miserably, his concern for his brother over-riding his attempt.

Sam bit back a groan as he sat up slowly, his eyes still clenched shut to block out the sun.