museful - an open musebox | meme comm

There was no doubt in Dean's mind, as he slowly opened his eyes to the offensively well lit cabin, at what had to be no later than 6am, that things were going to be very, very awkward. The scent of sex lingered in the air and Dean was sure that he was going to be in pain for days on end, but they didn't have anywhere to be or any leads or any cases, and for now they really could just take a little break.

Dragging himself out of bed, Dean staggered to the bathroom, wincing at the pain in his lower back as he got going on his morning routine. As soon as he'd used the toilet, washed his hands, brushed his teeth and kind of attempted to wash his face by rubbing cold water over it, he shuffled his way back into the main room of the cabin, wondering what the Hell to do about breakfast.

Then he saw Sam asleep and couldn't help himself as he headed over, giving his little brother a shove on the shoulder to wake him.

Sam had been almost completely silent. Withdrawn into his mind, into his own little bubble, away from the cruel harsh reality of just how messy and fucked up their lives truly were. Sam was convinced they really were cursed and it sucked...

Not to mention the crushing weight of guilt he had on his shoulders. He blamed himself for all of it. All the bad luck their family had, all the shit that hit the fan it was all on him. All because some higher power decided he was 'special'. He didn't want to be special. Mom, Dad, Jess, hell, even Samuel. And now Henry? All of them paid the price to ensure Sam and Dean were pawns on the chess board...

He shifted in his seat, turning his attention to the scenery passing by the car window in a blur. Fate was a bitch.