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Upon hearing Dean call to him, Sam set his shoes on the floor before walking in to talk to his brother. He walked closer to the bed before speaking.

"Hey. It's about 6am. How are you doing?"

"I was getting ready to make some coffee. Do you want some when its ready or are you going back to sleep? It is a little too early for you to be wanting to get up. Or is there something else you want this morning?"

Sam was usually up around this time in the morning unless they'd just gone to bed. Dean however, wasn't unless he absolutely had to be and this morning there was no reason for him to be.

"I was gonna get the coffee started brewing and get my shower. It should be ready by the time I come back down. But if you want something else I can take care of that as well."

Now his brother was beginning to act a bit strange. And when he spoke he seemed to hem haw around, definitely not a normal thing for Dean. Sam thought he saw the beginnings of a grin but only for just the briefest of moments, so he wasn't sure he hadn't imagined it. Taking advantage of the chance given him to escape, he decided it might be prudent to go now. Feeling the possibility of impending jests if he stuck around much longer.

"If you're sure."

He walked only as far as the door and then turned back around.

"I'll be back in just a bit with fresh coffee and we'll see about getting you some pain meds too."

Now Sam knew why Dean was acting strangely. Dean knew and he was trying, for now at least, to be kind and let it go. Cool, he knew later Dean would be back to his usual self about it but then Sam wouldn't expect anything less. With his back turned Sam smiled and slipped back through the door. Closing it silently again, he picked up his shoes and continued into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Sam got the coffeemaker set up and started. Then he headed quietly upstairs to his room. He grabbed what he needed and headed to the bathroom to get his shower. He be finished not too long after the coffeemaker would finish the coffee.

Having finished in the bathroom, Sam walked back into his room to finish dressing and putting his shoes on. Then he headed back downstairs to the kitchen, the coffee smelled wonderful this morning. He opened the cabinet and got two mugs out. He filled one for himself and filled the other 3/4 of the way for Dean. Then he got a juice glass and filled it with water so that Dean would have something to take his pain pills with. Picking up the coffee mugs with one hand and the juice glass in the other he headed down the hallway back to Dean's room.

He slid the door open with the toe of his shoe. Setting the mugs on the dresser, he picked up Dean's again leaving his there. Then he walked over to the night table next to the bed and set down the glass of water.

"Here's the coffee I promised you. Hang on while I look at Sarah's notes about what she's been giving you for pain. It'll just take me a minute and I'll get you some pain meds."

Sam knew that as a nurse Sarah was keeping meticulous notes and since the medicines were in the box on the dresser, he hoped some of her notes were there also. Surely, it wouldn't be too hard to find what dose of pain medicine she'd been giving Dean. He was hoping to not have to go disturb her to find out, he wanted to let her sleep as long as she wanted. But if it came down to it, he'd go ask her and hope he could keep her from getting up out of some sense of responsibility. He found her notes and tried to make heads and tails out of her shorthand, as he took sips from his coffee.

Having found the notes that named the medication, Sam looked in the box for the bottle. On the bottle it had the dose, which was good since the dosage information had been noted in some sort of nurse short hand. While he was doing this he heard his brother's question and noticed the amused tone to his voice. Since he was still turned away from Dean he smiled and then nonchalantly answered. His brother could keep working at it, he wasn't going to make it easy for him this morning.

"Yes, I did. Thanks."

Then he kept on to answer Dean's final question with very little pause. He turned around to move closer to Dean again.

"The Cheechoo's came back with Bobby for a home cooked meal before they headed out. That's probably who you heard."

He reached out his hand with a single large pill sitting in his palm. He also picked up the glass of water in his other hand.

"Here's your pain pill and some water to take it with."

Sam decided not to respond to Dean's comment, probably better left alone. If his brother wanted to continue that direction, Sam was sure he could do it with no help from him. So instead he went ahead and answered the questions about the Cheechoo brothers.

"Yeah, from the way Bobby talks, damn good ones too. They came down from Canada to help out. Don't seem too bothered by all this snow either."

He watched as his older brother made a face at the pill. Then smiled at the suggestion that whiskey would work better.

"Sorry. Haven't got any. I took a chance on the beer. Besides, if you think a pill hurts your throat I'm sure the burning from the whiskey would make that seem like child's play. Do you want me to break it in half so it'll be easier to swallow. Or maybe some of that throat spray Sarah keeps trying to use. . ."

"The troll at Troll Bridge isn't a troll its a ghoul or family of ghouls. And we decided to let it live in peace. If it attacked you at all it was probably because it felt threatened. We figured the major attack was probably just Meg."

Sam answered Dean's question about what the Cheechoo's had found out by the bridge. Then he watched as Dean tried to decide what he was going to do about the pain pill. He didn't think his brother looked thrilled about swallowing that pill at all, but the thought of the spray made up his mind quickly.

Thinking that maybe Dean was also worried about what the pill was going to do once it reached his stomach, Sam offered to fix him something for breakfast.

"I can probably fix you some eggs if you want, to go along with your pain pill. If you think that might help."

"Yep, ghouls. The clothes you were wearing that night were a dead giveaway. Oh by the way, those clothes are dead and burned too. They were past salvaging."

"No one had ever been attacked by the thing at the bridge, until you did. And you were acting somewhat threatening towards it. But I'm not convinced the ghoul actually attacked you at all. I have a feeling Meg did the actual attacking. No ghoul threw you into a tree that way - only a demon could've accomplished that."

Sam thought Dean probably needed breakfast but if Dean didn't think he'd be able to keep it down, then so be it. He only hoped that the pain pill didn't upset his stomach any more than it already was. He walked back over to the dresser, picked up his coffee and leaned against the dresser.