SPN SUMMERGEN

I Was Bored

Sam's hands shuffled through his duffel, brows pinching along with his lips.

"Dean!"

"What?! You ready?"

The frown in his lips didn't lift, looking around his bedroom, wondering if he had left them somewhere else.

"Did you take the hex bags I made?"

Dean stopped outside his door, bag slung over his shoulder. "No," his face contorted in confused offense. "Why the hell would I? You're the one who's all… witchy." His fingers wiggling in Sam's direction.

Sam's face fell into a flat expression at the motion, and Dean shrugged with a shake of his head, about to keep walking when he paused.

"You pack the snacks?"

Sam had looked away from him, trying to see if he had left them on his desk. He had at least found the book, they needed to banish a spirit they had to clear as they worked their way east, and the salt pellets he had packed for their second hunt, the night before. He sighed, not finding them but doubted he had time to make another set of protection bags before they needed to go. At the question he looked back up confused as he turned back to his brother.

"You do snacks," he reminded, unsure why Dean would want to switch now. "That's always your job, Dean," he added, studying Dean's face before his eyes squinted when his brother didn't offer any reason. "Did you eat all the road food last night while you were watching movies?"

"No," he answered instantly, but then paused.

Dean's lips swished from side to side, he wasn't really sure. He had been drinking a lot, up late, and he tended to munch when he got into a marathon. He cocked his head to the side, trying to think past the haze of cheap whiskey, Star Trek, and laughter. His brows lowered.

Why had he been laughing so much watching Trek movies alone?

"Maybe," he corrected before he shook his head, most of the night was a blur. "I guess so," he grumbled, he must have, he sighed at himself. They'd just have to stop and buy more on the way."We'll make a stop. You ready? Cas said he'd meet us for the second hunt."

"Fine," Sam sighed, grumbling under his breath about having to take an extra stop on such a long drive. "At least I can remake these when we stop," he added, finishing packing a few more things in his duffel bag while combing a hand back through his hair.

The taller brunette grabbed the rest of the ingredients he still had out and pulled his bag over his shoulder. He had wanted to test them, and a simple salt and burn sounded perfect for a trial run for protection. Dean waited for him by the doorway as Sam shut off his light and joined him.

"Can't believe you ate all the snacks," Sam huffed as he closed his door. "How are you not sick? Or hung over?"

"Iron stomach," he patted his abdomen, "and years of practice," Dean chuckled, starting down the hall.

"Not sure you should be proud of that," Sam quipped, walking behind his brother as they made their way to the garage.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's teasing smile. "Yeah, well, what kinda witch loses hex bags?" He grumbled, glancing over his shoulder at him.

"I am not a witch," Sam stipulated, "and I just… misplaced them."

"Misplaced, right," Dean snorted, stretching out the last word as he nodded his head with all the patronizing spirit the older man could muster.

"Shut up," Sam huffed, pushing at Dean's shoulder as they got into the garage, hoping the double header hunt would be as easy and the long drive relaxing as they hoped.