#anemptywinchester

Naomi had taken Sam out to get breakfast for the three of them to try and get him to feel more at ease with the world that confused and at times terrified him. She had a calming effect on Sam and he trusted her. Dean trusted her too, more than he had ever admitted to her. Why else would he let Sam go off alone with her? Still, Naomi and Sam were gone, leaving Dean alone in their motel suite.

Dean lazed in his bed for a little longer than he probably should before eventually dragging his ass into the shower. By the time he was done, the others still weren't back. Figuring they would be back any time soon, he switched on the radio and started to get dressed.

Whatever station the radio was programmed to was a crappy one (at least in Dean's opinion). Soppy, sappy pop songs about love soon filled the room as Dean pulled on some clean clothes. Normally these kinds of songs would cause Dean to grumble about the state of music these days and change the station. Today, however, Dean was in a good mood and more importantly, alone.

Whatever Naomi and Sam were expecting to find when they returned to the room, it wasn't what they found. Naomi was the first to enter the room. She stood just inside of the doorway, frozen to the spot. Sam walked in behind her, holding a large bag filled with various breakfast goods. "What is it?" Sam asked Naomi. Naomi could only shrug, not sure how to even begin to explain what they had walked in on.

Dean was stood in the middle of the room, hairbrush in hand. The moment Naomi and Sam had entered the room, Dean had been singing loudly along to "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys. Now he was silent and staring back at his brother and their friend.

Dean cleared his throat, threw the hairbrush onto one of the bed and frowned. His internal monologue was nearly made up entirely of curse words.

While Naomi was still shocked by the sight of Dean crooning into her hairbrush, Sam was beginning to see the amusing side of the situation. He started to laugh. Dean, at first, glared at his younger brother. But the sound of Sam's laughter caused Dean to relax and soon he joined in with the laughter. Naomi quickly followed suit.

After a few moments the laughter died down and Naomi and Sam entered the room fully and began to unpack the food parcel they had brought with them. Dean followed them over to the table. "Guys, listen," he waited until he was sure he had their full attention, "mention this to anyone and I will hurt you." Sam looked at Naomi, who in turn looked back up at Sam. After a beat, the two of them started to snigger. "I'm serious," Dean protested as Sam and Naomi dissolved into more laughter. Dean proceeded to sulk while Sam and Naomi struggle to catch their breathes in-between fits of laughter.