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Sam woke up to the clinking sound from the kitchen. The first thing he did even before opening his eyes was scrambling for his phone to check the time.
10:02 AM.
It was well past his morning routine. Sighing, Sam dropped the phone on the nightstand. He bounced up from bed and headed straight to the bathroom. The sound and smell of breakfast and the ache in his upper right arm reminded him that Dean, Castiel, and him had had a long night. Of all places, those wretched demons had to choose a freaking private gym as their new nest. Fighting them when they were possessing average Joes and Janes was tiresome enough; combining their hellish power with muscular meatsuits was another level of pain.
As Sam was brushing his teeth, he heard Dean giggle and that almost made him swallow his toothbrush.
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL?
He tried to spit as quietly as possible. Now that the whole street had heard him choke, the clinking sound of forks encountering knives resumed and there was nothing else.