Okay, first of all; I'm sorry for the fact that I haven't updated this story, in like, FOREVER!
Second; I intended to write that Dean would have difficulties with daily chores, but I guess that it will have to come in the next chapter...

A few days later the brothers still hadn't figured out what'd killed Jim. The days had been spent on long hours at the library, and long stretches in front of the computer. Dean popped his third beer for the evening as Sam entered the door.

"Any luck at the library?" Dean asked before he looked up at his brother.

"Nope, not unless you're hinting at the fact that the 60 year old librarian tried to check me up…" Sam answered with a frown present on his face. The whole thought of Sam being checked up by the old lady at the library made Dean burst into a laughing fit.

"Like, like that old lady at the ball?" Dean finally managed to press out when he stopped laughing.

"What lady?" Sam couldn't remember…

"When we worked with Bella, the ghost ship thing!" Dean explained, helping his brother to remember the ball where Sam went with a really old woman.

Dean could see that Sam finally remembered as he let out a grunt in disgust. Then he punched Dean in his right shoulder, forgetting that his brother was hurt.

Well, no need to explain that Dean went from laughing, to almost crying loudly in a matter of seconds…

xxxxx

"SON OF A BITCH!" Dean exclaimed when he finally was able to pull himself together. "OW, that HURT!"

A few feet away Sam stood frozen, guilty for causing his brother that much pain.

"Sorry, are you all right?" Sam finally managed to press out, before he headed quickly for the freezer where he found a bag of peas. He went back to his brother to press the cool bag against the hurting shoulder.

"Sorry" Sam offered once more. Dean just shot him a glare…
… if looks could kill…

"I'll survive."

xxxxx

After a long and embarrassing moment of silence, Sam decided that he should go take a shower.

When he got back, he saw that Dean was sprawled across the bed, in some state of unconsciousness. He fought the urge to wake Dean up. Fact was, Dean needed all the rest he could get. He had been running on reserves for almost the last two weeks or so. The pain caused him to run low on sleep, and he didn't eat as much as his body was used to…

xxxxx

Sam opened the door to the fridge, right then and there he remembered that he forgot to buy groceries… He evaluated if he should wake Dean up, but decided that he should rather write a note and place it at the nightstand.

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