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Grumpy Dean is almost as difficult to deal with as a T-Rex on steroids. I almost strangled him many a time before the day was over and we had collected enough information to make a solid plan of attack. He would whine about doing research and try to go out on a "beer run" and be an all around pain in my ass. Even Sam got fed up with him to the point that he moved a chair by the door and brought his laptop so he could try to hack into the security system.

Eventually Dean cooled his jets and Sam was able to concentrate on getting the alarms effectively silent.

"So recap me." I said popping the tops off three beers and handing them out as a sort of celebration.

"Enter through the kitchen, after dinner hours so we won't look suspicious." Sam began pausing to take a swig of his beer.

"Then use service elevator up to his floor. Break the door down. Kick his ass to hell or wherever he will go, and leave without disturbing too much peace." Dean finished just swirling his beer around in the bottle.

"And?" I asked hinting at the thing he forgot.

"No killing vessels unnecessarily." Dean moaned. "But if they're attacking they're going down." He added.

Sam and I both let out a sigh.

"Well the kitchen closes at eleven thirty, that's a good four hours... I'm getting a quick nap in." I announced knocking back the last bit of my beer and walking over to Sam, "wake me up at 9?" I asked kissing his forehead.

He nodded and pulled me back down for a proper kiss, "are you still sure you want to go? Neither of us would think less of you if you waited this out." He mumbled hands still placed behind my neck making the most comfortable position resting my forehead on his.

"Yes. I'm not going to let you go die with the thought that I may or may not have been able to do something about it." I responded as calmly as possible.

"Fuck Ehvs.... You make this really difficult you know that?" Sam whispered.

"I know." I mumbled letting him pull me in for another kiss before releasing me in the direction of our bed.

Our bed. That sounds really nice.

I fell asleep amazingly quickly for how stressed I was about our Mission Imposible coming up.

I never really got to sleep though. I could hear bits and pieces of conversation, none of which flowed together, and there was this feeling that I was forgetting something in the back of my mind that I just couldn't shake.

I had to claw my way back to consciousness once I had achieved sleep when Sam woke me up.

He was crouched by the side of the bed placing kisses all over my face which was a little more soothing than awakening.

"Hey Sunshine, wake up. It's nine." He whispered as I pried one eye open.

"Ten more minutes." I moaned rolling over and snuggling one of the pillows.

"Nope. You have to be awake when we go in. Those are my conditions." Sam denied rolling me back over and flinging the bedding off of me.

"Fine...." I grumbled getting up and knocking back a Redbul.

"She better not go all Hammy the Squirrel on us." Dean half warned half threatened.

"Why do you watch children's movies?" I asked as I tossed a handful of potato chip crumbs in my mouth.

"Ben loved that movie." Dean reminisced almost to himself. He looked like he could start crying which was oddly reassuring after weeks of surly, nasty, crass Dean, he still had his teddy bear side deep down there somewhere.