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(Sam found this tucked inside one of the books he was using for research, late one night when Dean was already asleep. He ended up making it back to bed that night after all.)
You were out cold when I got back,
Head pillowed on newspapers and notes
Spread out across the wobbly table.
Didn't even stir when I shook you.
Thing is, you're a frickin' giant, Sam -
Not easy to drag you anywhere, these days,
Not when you don't want to be dragged.
So I just went to bed, remembering:
The way you used to do this sometimes,
Back when you were still in high school.
Right before a big exam, seemed like
You slept more at your desk than in bed.
So I got the bed all to myself for once.
No one to steal all the covers away,
Or kick me at 4 a.m. - it was great.
If I went out for coffee at five, so what?
Waved the styrofoam cup under your nose:
Ta-da! Never fails. You blinked bleary eyes
And raised your head, ink smudged on your face,
The word CLOWN printed across your cheek.
"We gotta go," I told you. "Right now.
Got a lead." Dragged you out to the car.
You bitched, but finally dozed back off.
I snapped a photo, whistled as I drove.
Okay, the lead wasn't that urgent:
The clown was going nowhere, so you'd
Have had time to wash your face, at least.
But really, where's the fun in that?
And it's no more than you deserve, Sam,
For sleeping at the table all night.
But don't worry, I'll point it out to you,
Sooner or later. Probably later.
You were out cold when I got back,
Head pillowed on newspapers and notes
Spread out across the wobbly table.
Didn't even stir when I shook you.
Thing is, you're a frickin' giant, Sam -
Not easy to drag you anywhere, these days,
Not when you don't want to be dragged.
So I just went to bed, remembering:
The way you used to do this sometimes,
Back when you were still in high school.
Right before a big exam, seemed like
You slept more at your desk than in bed.
So I got the bed all to myself for once.
No one to steal all the covers away,
Or kick me at 4 a.m. - it was great.
If I went out for coffee at five, so what?
Waved the styrofoam cup under your nose:
Ta-da! Never fails. You blinked bleary eyes
And raised your head, ink smudged on your face,
The word CLOWN printed across your cheek.
"We gotta go," I told you. "Right now.
Got a lead." Dragged you out to the car.
You bitched, but finally dozed back off.
I snapped a photo, whistled as I drove.
Okay, the lead wasn't that urgent:
The clown was going nowhere, so you'd
Have had time to wash your face, at least.
But really, where's the fun in that?
And it's no more than you deserve, Sam,
For sleeping at the table all night.
But don't worry, I'll point it out to you,
Sooner or later. Probably later.