hanging tough, staying hungry

[torndownsoldier]

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[For once the road is clear ahead and Dean revvs up the engine, lets the Impala rip down the asphalt. His music is cranked up and he's singing along, obnoxious and out of key, flicking his gaze to the rearview and back to the road

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[withdemonblood]

[ Despite the short trip to their next job, Sam had decided to try to take a small nap or at least try anyways. The wind buffered his ears as Dean was speeding like usual. It did however, help him tune out the singing to a point--it could only do so much. Every time he closed his eyes lately, something had gone flashing by. He might not be able to see what they were, but the screaming he could hear wasn't helpful in helping him see what it was either. When his consciousness bubbled up to the surface again, it was either the Impala's engine he could hear or the notes in the back seat. Which were weighed down somewhat by his laptop case, should any go flying all they would have to do is print them off since he'd saved them to his hard drive just in case.

It's not until he hears something flop into the back seat, a few papers crinkling in response to the invasion, which made Sam give up on sleeping for now. He rubbed the heel of his palm against his eye to wipe away any of the little crusties that might've formed. With a sigh, blinking a few times before looking over to Dean. ] Y'know, you're going to rot your teeth drinking all that soda.

[torndownsoldier]

[Dean's constantly on the alert, making sure Sam's asleep, resting up when he should. He can sense something off about his brother and it worries him, makes him constantly on edge. And yet? He couldn't be happier, Sam's beside him, that's all he can ask for. Instead of replying, of voicing his concern, Dean just gives him a grin, wide and cheeky as he turns his eyes back to the road]

Yeah well, m'coastin' ain't I Sam? Gotta use this sugar for good.

[withdemonblood]

[ An eyebrow raises in response to that grin. Dean being in this good of a mood hasn't happened since they had the case involving strippers. Or at least that was the last time it seemed apparent that he was happier than normal. A side glance or two, he could see that even Dean's face was a bit relaxed as well. There was a dry laugh as he shook his head. ]

For good? Dude, like you need a sugar high. Bouncing off the walls won't exactly let you focus.

[ Raking a hand through his hair did nothing than tousle it more. He could feel the weariness pecking at the back of his head, but sleep wasn't easy for them. It never was unless they had exhausted themselves most of the time, which wasn't the case right now. Glancing around the car, he expected to see a wrapper or something from the sandwiches they had picked up before they left the last town, but to his surprise he didn't see any. ]

Have you eaten anything to balance out your blood sugar?

[torndownsoldier]

[Dean looks like he's thinking, trying to remember if he's eaten anything at all today. Anything other than the soda he's just drank or the coffee he consumed before they headed off] Dude, I'll get something in the next town.

[withdemonblood]

[ He's going to glance out the window, looking for a sign with miles to the next town. Even at the rate they were going, it'd still be roughly forty-five more minutes, maybe a half an hour if they didn't have to said for any trains. Sam did a double take as he saw a black mass huddled by the side, but when he looked again, even glancing in the side mirror. Nothing was there. Hallucinations already? Talk about a polite way of his mind telling him he needed sleep, considering it was partial to the source of why he wasn't sleeping well. ]
If you want, I can drive after we grab something to eat? I'll even go the speed limit.

[torndownsoldier]

An' have you zone out at the wheel? [Dean gives him a sharp, concerned look. He's noticed just how tired Sam is] No, I'll survive, I ain't tired.

[withdemonblood]

Dude I'm fine. [ There was an underlying tendency in the Winchester family to lie rather than get defensive. Here was one of the few times he wished it actually sounded believable between them. Sam knows better than to avoid eye contact, since it wouldn't help his case in the least, so he responds to that look Dean was giving him with a dull stare. ] I know you love your car, but you've been driving every time we're on a case or getting a new one. [ Small pause as he realizes it's not exactly out of the ordinary. ] But as much as she loves you riding her ass, don't you think you ought to give her a break?

[torndownsoldier]

Look Sammy, you're done in yeah? You get behind this wheel and you've got more of a chance o' drivin' us off this road than I do. Jus' - you can after the job if y'get some sleep.

[withdemonblood]

Glad to know you trust me so much Dean. And you say it like sleeping is really that simple. It should be, but for like the past week I've basically been getting my ass handed to me. That or I got hit by a bus and didn't realize it. [ He stretches as well as he can in the car. Shoulder giving a sound pop in the process. ]

[torndownsoldier]

I would've noticed if y'got hit by a bus, Sam.

edit then bed. /wiped. x -x;;

[withdemonblood]

Y'sure about that Dean? I mean it'd only be a giant, yellow, speeding, banana after all. How much harm could it do? [ The sarcasm is stuck to his words like a second skin. But he became much quieter after that as he thought to himself. With his head propped up on his arm resting on the ledge of door, he found himself looking for that shadow again. ] Sorry Dean.. I really am being a bitch today huh?

ach sorry, I am gmt time and I fell asleep ;;

[torndownsoldier]

Used to it, Sammich, you've always been a little bitch. [Dean can't quite mask the edge of concern threading through his voice as he reaches out, turns the music down and keeps his eye on the road] Next dinner we see we'll stop yeah? I got a hankerin' for some caffiene anyway.

D: no worries. sleep is good.

[withdemonblood]

If anyone else were to call me half the names you do, I'd probably hit them. Yet I let you get away with the name calling. [ A small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Truth was he didn't mind the names Dean called him since it was part of their way of showing affection. Some would probably call it abusive, but that was their opinion. Blinking as the music went down, his fingers had absently been tapping the beat against his cheek. ] You're driving, you're call? I still can't believe those old ladies were shamelessly cougar-eying you at the last diner.

[torndownsoldier]

Yeah well, older brother rules man, 'course I get to call you names, 'cause I've seen you at your most awkward.

[He throws Sam a rough amused smile] Any ladies love me, I am the best.

[withdemonblood]

First is the worst. Second is the best. But I've seen you have a fair share of awkward moments too.

[ Sam rolls his eyes with a sigh. ] Dude. They were at least two if not three times your age. If that's not robbing the cradle, I don't know what is.

[torndownsoldier]

Man, no. I am the best, you're just a crappy imitation copy. You're broken. [It's teasing, light, the way they used to be when they'd bitch each other out and not care, when they were properly brothers and not a mess of history]

Ew. Gross, they weren't robbin' my cradle. Grace jus' wanted to feed me up.