Dean sighed and swung his legs over the side of his bed, rubbing his face. “Sammy…I know how bad things are. And I wish we could go back too…or not! Gotta be careful what I say around here. Cas could pop up at any minute and zap us god knows where, or when.”
He rose from the bed and moved over to the table to sit beside Sam. “Sometimes, you just gotta kick back and try to relax and before you say it, I know it’s hard. Hell, it’s impossible sometimes, but getting burnt out’s not gonna help. He gently pushed the lid of the laptop closed and grinned at Sam, “Now, how about we grab something to eat, watch just one movie and then later, we’ll get our heads together? Get the research done. And I promise I won’t whine, not even once.”
He could only hope that Sammy would agree. The end of the world was coming and secretly, Dean didn’t think there was anything they or anyone else could do to stop it. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try. He would. Right till the bitter end. But something had changed in Dean. Now he wanted to make the most of whatever time he and Sammy had left.
He looked over at his brother and raised an eyebrow. “How about it? C’mon Sammy…lets just have a couple of hours for us?”