Who? NuttySam and MiniDean (with appearances by Jo2) What? Angsty breakfast? Creeper dogs? Where? B-Team HQ: Sam & Jo's apartment When? Slightly backdated to the morning after MiniDean's re-arrival. Rating? Not terrifying.
It was the first time Sam had slept through the night in almost two weeks, finally calmed down enough (because Dean was back, not the right Dean but the one that was quickly becoming just as important as the one he’d left behind, and it was good just knowing he was there, hearing him and Jo talking out in the rest of the apartment, voices rising and falling with alcohol-fueled laughter; he felt safer than he had in a long time, even though he was still upset and hurt by how Dean had dismissed him when he’d arrived) that he could actually let the exhaustion take over and pull him under. It hadn’t been a dreamless sleep, but it hadn’t been bad enough to have him startling awake, and that was something, at least.
It was Dusty who woke him up, when he did wake, giant dog crawling up onto the bed to sniff at his face startling him awake - she was probably not sure what was happening, having gotten so used to his sleepless nights that translated into late walks for her. He nudged her away from his face when she started trying to lick him, and shot a glance over at the clock - he’d turned in around midnight, which meant it looked like he’d somehow managed to get ten whole hours of sleep, which... he wasn’t sure when the last time that had happened was. Too long. Not long enough. He wasn’t sure which was right.
He climbed out of bed, momentarily considering just staying there, wrapping back up in his blankets and seeing how long he’d be able to sleep for, because despite the rest he’d gotten, he still felt like he needed more... but in the end, he didn’t stay, got up and opened the door, and Dusty bounded out of his room towards the front door, clearly broadcasting her desire to go for a walk, only to stop and turn back and go investigate the lump of blankets on the couch that her brother was curled up on top of.
It took Sam a moment to realize that the lump of blankets and dog also consisted of Dean; the one on the chair was a little more obviously Jo, blanket having fallen partially off of her, and Sam paused to tuck it back up around her, careful not to wake her, before he moved for the door, whistling quietly to Dusty. She shot him a look over her shoulder, and then went back to staring directly at Dean, like she was trying to figure him out, nose just inches from his face. Sam decided not to bother trying to convince her to stop - she’d either get bored, or she’d be there forever, trying to understand something that would never actually make sense, even to Sam.
He headed into the kitchen, instead, starting some coffee and trying not to make too much noise and wake either of them, trying not to keep looking over every few seconds to make sure Dean was actually there, trying not to feel guilty for having retreated to his room, last night, instead of staying with him and with Jo. He had no reason to feel bad, he reminded himself - Dean had said he wasn’t real, and had called him crazy, had disappeared in the first place, wasn’t the right Dean and generally been a complete jerk to him. He was allowed to hide in his room and sleep, instead of drinking with them. There was nothing wrong with that.