Dean was watching him like a hawk.
As Sam finally trudged out of the motel room towards the impala, Dean immediately locked his eyes onto Sam's unsteady form as he all but collapsed into the passenger seat. He looked almost... normal. Well, he looked like he usually did when Dean dragged him out of bed ridiculously early on a Saturday.
For the time being, Dean would play along, waiting until Sam admitted he wasn't fine and gave up this whole facade.
Jamming the keys in, Dean drove off in the direction of the bunker. They still had a few hours until they would get there and they would be leaving for their hunt pretty soon after.
It was simple enough, bodies found with claw marks across the chest and torso, missing their hearts. It was clearly a werewolf, the lunar cycle matched up. So now they would just need to find it and kill it so that they could get out of there as soon as possible.
It was never a good idea to stay in one area for long.
And besides, Dean needed to figure out what was going on with Sam, preferably sooner than later.
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They got to the bunker in record time, Dean flooring the gas pedal the whole way there. The minute they stepped through the door, they were greeted with Darkness. Dean kept note of how Sam's tense shoulder's relaxed slightly as the door closed behind them and further engulfed them in darkness, then tensed back up as the lights switched on overhead.
"Okay Sam, we're leaving in an hour to go and talk to the sheriff, make sure you're ready." Dean told him as he shrugged off his duffel and began sorting through their weapons, and then their first aid kit.
Sam grunted in approval and walked to his room sinking onto his bed and immediately falling into an uneasy sleep.
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The Boy With No Name
FanfictionWhen Sam sustains a bad head injury during a hunt, he decides to keep it from Dean. What he soon finds is that his brother is a lot more observant than he thought.
