What God Wants

"I used to hate this life, motels and hunting... but I missed it."

"Don't have to make me feel better, Sammy."

"Not trying to. Just being honest with you."

"I know you hate hunting. You're just... Glad I'm around. It's okay."

"It's nice, De. Please believe me."

"I just wish you coulda gotten out for good."

"I'm happy, that's what matters."

"It is. You being happy is everything to me."

"You being happy is everything to me."

"I'm happy as long as you're satisfied and happy."

"Always am when I'm with you."

Dean huffed a chuckle. "Go to sleep."

Sam smiled softly against his neck before allowing himself to sleep.

Dean laid awake a while longer before finally dozing off.

Sam woke early in the morning and got up to make coffee.

Dean's phone buzzed on the table; Bobby.

He glanced at Dean's sleeping body before answering his phone.

"Dean?" Bobby asked.

"It's Sam, Dean's still sleeping."

"Oh, Sam. I was just calling to let you know everything's okay, but I think Mark's getting a cold. Nothing major."

"Is he running a fever? Is he eating? How's his stomach?" Sam immediately launched into worried questions.

"he's fine, Sam. he's got the sniffles and a tiny fever. I'm keeping him away from the other kiddo and he's laying in bed. I called to let you know, not have you panic."

He sighed, "he's only been sick a few times... tell me if anything changes."

"Sam. I took care of you and Dean more times than I can count. Including the time you got the flu and puked nonstop for two days. I can handle it. Why do you think I called Dean's phone - you mother." Bobby teased.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "I puked on you too. The look on your face was hilarious."