[MM] I'm too tired to sleep.

[Set in the Detective AU. Sam is likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean and Sam future!fic with the prompt “quarters.” Jo is ironknifehunter and her I don’t have permission for, but I steal with love. ♥ ]

The insomnia started in prison. Long nights with a bunkmate who liked to beat the shit out of him followed by long nights all by himself in solitary just him staring at the walls and trying not to lose his mind. It was only four years, but those four years were enough to screw with his sleep process just enough. It was one of the main reasons why he drank—at least, one of the ones that he’d admit to—and added in his own mix of sleeping aids on top of it. Looking back on it now, he was lucky he didn’t kill himself with that stuff, but that was a whole other story.

Him getting sober wasn’t the problem. In fact, him getting sober was probably the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he was sticking with it. The problem with him being sober was that he hadn’t slept in three days and he was starting to doubt he ever would. It was two-thirty in the morning, there was nothing on TV, and he still wasn’t any closer to sleeping than he already was. He needed to do something. He just didn’t know what it was.

He switched off the TV for a moment, sitting in the silence of his apartment until he felt fingers itching for the cool feel of a glass under his palm and he reached for his phone instead. He knew that no one but his sorry ass was gonna be up at this time of night, but he was going to bother them anyway. Better than hating himself later for going out and finding a bottle of Jack to down. It wasn’t long before he stumbled across his brother’s number and was placing the phone to his ear. It rang three times before his brother’s sleep-heavy voice on the other end of the line.

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[MAL] Uma Thurman quote

[Set in Warm Gun. Sam is likely_evil and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Sam and Dean future!fic with the prompt “bikini.” Alec is smart_alec494 and also used with permission and lots of additional love. I have no idea how this happened.]

“Boredom is a great motivator.”

Dean loved bikini season.

It was one of the few reasons why he actually entertained setting foot in Palm Beach. The area really didn’t go with his wardrobe, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that there were half-naked women walking around, he probably would have passed up the unexplained events and headed for something a little more comfortable. Dean had always been a leg guy. He couldn’t help it.

It was one of those fantastic sets of legs that he had managed to get a number out of and a promise to drop by before he skipped out of town that had his attention when he collapsed into bed the night before, and he had intended to get at least a few good hours before he had to get back to the job, but it wasn’t long before Sam was shaking him awake, sounding almost a little alarmed.

“Dean! Dean, wake up!”

Dean groaned slightly, pulling the pillow over his head before rolling away from his brother. “What is it, Sammy?”

“A kitten!”

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