Written: 20.08.01
Words: 549
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Written for the SPN Amino Heat Wave Weekend Challenge.
Yes, this is an ‘extra’ fic, that doesn’t fit into the 1 fic every 2 week posting schedule, so you better enjoy it. đ
âSon of a bitch!â
Sam bolted upright, jumping off the bed, snatching his gun from the bed side table, slowly stalking toward the open motel room door, â… Dean?â
At the lack of response, he stiffened, bracing himself as he came up to the door. He took a deep breath and ripped it all the way open, nearly shooting his brother in the face.
âWhoa! Dude, what the hell?â Dean swiftly disarmed his brother, tucking the gun into the back of his pants, âAre you crazy?â
Sam shook his head as he was instantly hit with a wall of summer heat. The kind that makes you feel like you canât breath, âOh my God.â
âI know, right?â Dean shook his head before walking back into the motel, âThe first day we get off in how long and itâs this gross out?â He let out a heavy sigh as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, âSo much for a day at the beach.â
Sam closed the motel door behind him, easily catching the beer his brother tossed at him, making his way over to the small table his brother had stopped at, âAlright, so whatâs Plan B?â
âWell I donât know what youâre gonna do,â Dean shrugged as he crossed the room, grabbing the laptop off the night stand before nearly throwing himself down on his bed, âBut Iâm gonna sit here, drink and, uhm…â He adjusted his sitting position as he settled against his pillows, ârelax.â
âYep, got it,â Sam nodded, swallowing down a gulp of beer before snatching his phone and key off the night stand, making his way to the door, âIâm gonna go to the library.â
Dean snorted, raising an eyebrow at him, âYou are allowed to have fun once in a while.â
Sam shook his head, hand pausing on the door, âText me when itâs safe to come back.â
âNo promises.â
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Ugh, Sam pulled at his sweat soaked t-shirt, doing his best to unstick it from his chest as he made the way back to the motel, how is it still so hot out? He checked the time on his phone and shook his head, it definitely shouldâve cooled off by now.
He continued down the sidewalk as the motel came into view, glad it wasnât too far away from the library. I never thought Iâd be looking forward to a motelsâ AC. He took his key out of his pocket, unlocking the door just as he heard his brother swear.
He opened the door, hope dashed as he didnât feel a temperature difference between the street and the room. He raised an eyebrow as he saw his brother, sitting on the floor, face twisted in despair, disassembled AC unit laying in front of him, âUh, Dean?â
The blonde wiped the sweat off his forehead with one arm, desperate eyes flicking up to the giant, âI-it just stopped working. I tried to fix it, but,â he kicked it, face falling further, âStupid thing is too old.â He got up, giving the thing another kick, before turning his eyes to the giant, âWhat are we supposed to do now?â
âWell,â Sam couldnât help the smirk he felt split his face as he made his way toward the freezer, âIâd start with removing the flannel.â
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