Dark-Hunters meet the Winchester's

Chapter 5

Bang! Bang!

The sound of a hammer on wood somewhere outside echoed throughout the room.

Bang! Bang!

Dean jolted awake before, groaning and burying his head beneath the pillow again, much like the proverbial Ostrich with its head in the sand.

Ah... but that whiskey and them tunes...

He snorted as his hazy memories of the night before filtered through his mind.

Damn those Panthers know how to drink! He chortled a little as he recalled the trios antics at Sanctuary.

He was mostly relaxed right up until he remembered what he'd found out about what Sam had tried to do.

"Goddamn it Sam!" He growled flinging the pillow off his bed in agitation.

"Hey!" Sam snapped from his spot on his own bed, which just so happened to be in the path of Deans pillow.

"Watch where you throw your shit man!" Sam grumbled as Dean propped himself up on an elbow and surveyed his brother whose hair was in wild disarray and was rubbing his eyes to rid himself of the remnants of sleep.

"Great, what you gonna go do today? Bargain with Lucifer himself?" Dean muttered as he rolled off his bed and made his way to the bathroom needing a hot shower to wash away the sweat of the day before.

"I was doing it to save you!" Sam yelled, only to be greeted with a slammed door.

"Ungrateful prick..." he muttered slumping back into the bed.

He hated when they fought.

The bathroom door slammed open five minutes later, and Dean stalked out with only a towel wrapped around his hips.

"Yes. You were trying to save my ungrateful hide by offering yourself on a platter! No let's just give them exactly what they want," Dean paused as he held his tooth brush like a pointer aimed at Sam.

"Oh wait! That is exactly what we don't want to do because then the world will end!" He spat.

Sam flinched back as he received a spray of Deans saliva and toothpaste but remained silent.

"Don't you get it? I'm disposable Sam!" Dean cried throwing his hands in the air and sending another arc of tooth paste foam toward the ceiling, "nothing will change when I'm gone, but if they get you..."

He dropped to the bed beside Sam.

"If they get you I can't save the world! Hell how am I supposed to save the world if I can't even save my baby brother?"

Dean dropped forward so that his allows rested on his knees and his face rested in his hands.

"Dean... I'm a big boy now, you don't have to protect me like dad told you to twenty years ago," Sam began as he studied his brothers defeated slump.

Dean snorted and raised his eyes to the ceiling.

"Just because you're taller then me doesn't mean I just stop taking care of you, besides, dad'll kick my ass when I see him," Dean croaked, the strain of the last few months weighing heavily on him.

Sam snorted.

"I suppose... you midget," the snort morphed into a laugh as Dean shot him a look.

"Shut up."

"Midget."

"Giant."

"Dwarf."

"Sam..."