Chapter 6
A slam woke Sam from his slumber. He groaned, rolled onto his side, then blinked in the sight of Dean’s living room. The curtains were drawn, but light seeped around them. Sam looked at his spread open textbook on the floor and flapped his uncoordinated hand towards it. It took a few attempts, but he finally grasped the book, and flipped it over. He had fallen asleep at Dean’s for the second time, and the banging door told him Dean was back.
Sam straightened, and stared expectantly at the doorway. A shadow passed, and Sam frowned at the slow thuds of Dean’s feet. He had strolled into the kitchen, completely bypassing the living room.
Sam shoved his textbook, pad of paper, and pen into his rucksack, and propped it on the sofa.
“Really sorry,” he yelled, “I fell asleep again.”
