scarred–sword:

            It was times when he was alone, bruised and dirty and waltzing into some cheap motel that he missed having Sam around.

            Dean hadn’t seen his little brother in nearly a year, and that was—— heartbreaking, if he had to be honest. Though their little falling out had been his fault, Dean couldn’t help but get angry at Sam for allowing him to walk out.

                ——- but tonight wasn’t a night for self-loathing and reminiscing over a life long gone. Tonight was his final night in this shit hole of a town he’d landed himself in, considering the job was complete. A nice shower and at least two hours of sleep, and he’d be on the road again.

                   Or so he thought.

            When Dean opened the door to his room, he noticed a figure sitting on the edge of his bed. A grunt rolled from the hunter and he dropped his bag, whipping his gun out of its holster, training the pistol on the stranger, tilting his head up, clearing his throat, turning the light on….

                   And allowing the weapon to fall to his side at the sight of his little brother.

                                  ❝How—-in the fuck did you find me?❞

   _{Sam didn’t like worrying about Dean, but it was sort of an occupational hazard.  He didn’t like to admit it - though, to be honest, Sam’s level of concern had always been sort of obvious - but it was always there, in the back of his mind. More often than not, it was Dean saving Sam’s skin, but Sam did what he could.} 

                                                   _{Now was one of those times.}

   _{Dean had headed out to check out the neighborhood - after all, they still weren’t sure exactly what they were dealing with in this town - and he’d been due back hours ago. Knowing Dean, he was probably chatting up some busty blonde at the local pub, but worry was nagging at him like an annoying kid.}

                       _{He bit his lip, exhaling heavily through his nose, and went back to his internet search. So far, no good.} 

   _{A few more minutes of mindless net surfing and the door rattled. Sam looked up. Damn, it’d turned dark and he hadn’t even realized or thought to turn on the lights. Well, hopefully Dean would have some new insight on the job.}

           _{Except instead of waltzing in with a self-satisfied smirk, Dean yanked his pistol out of the bag. Sam jolted, lifting his hands up.}

                                   _{❝Hey, hey, Dean, easy, it’s just me!❞}

                                                       _{What the hell? How did Sam find him?}

         _{❝Whoa, whoa, hold on, what are you talking about? I’ve been here the whole time! You’re the one who spent five hours “checking out the town”. ❞}