In Which Dean and Sam take a joyride...

Sam was giddy. Giddy like a six year old who had eaten a bag of candy and was trying to sit still when he wanted to jump around and bounce off the walls.

Road-trip. He and Dean were going on a road-trip just like old times. They weren't going anywhere on a job. Alec was going to do his own thing for a few days. Just Sam and Dean and the Impala home and the road and Dean's crappy music.

He couldn't wait.

Of course, like any kid on a sugar high, he was bound to crash. But instead of falling asleep, he just sat at the desk at Bobby's and stared at his lava lamp's sparkles floating around while he waited for Dean to wake up so they could go. He kept the lava lamp at Bobby's now so that it wouldn't get damaged when they traveled. It was the only thing he really owned beyond his clothes and the laptop. And he had won it, so that made it special. The sparkles hypnotized him and he drifted off away from being aware of the world, but it kept him from sleeping and having bad dreams.

Demons don't need to sleep. Why do something that was going to make him sad?

So he just stayed like that, zoned out until Dean was ready to go and they could have time together, because Dean still loved him even when he was a bad thing you're not a bad thing Sammy stop saying that and Sam still loved him even if that summoning had hurt and they trapped him and he promised NEVER to do that again.

He just wanted to be a good thing and be with his brothers. Alec and Dean. And Uncle Bobby. And just be happy. And Dean promised him that he would make sure Sam was happy and that was why they were going on a road-trip.

When Dean woke up.