Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its related characters or themes.
AN: Takes place during Season 1. This fic is based on a interesting little note I read on the Supernatural Fan Wiki about Dean's habits. It's slightly OC, but… so is most of my fanfics :D
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Dean's Smiling
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Dean's smilng.
Sam stirs his latte absentmindedly, his focus on the couple seated opposite him.
He's smiling.
Sam takes a sip of the latte, not even feeling the pain as the hot liquid touches his lips. But, he's too distracted by this. He just can't figure it out.
It's weird...
Dean's got his one arm draped over her shoulders, casually, while lazily having a go at his fries. "Pass me the ketchup, babe?" Dean asks, passing her the salt without her request just as she passes him the ketchup. She smiles and salts her side-salad and then the taco.
And it's freaking Sam out.
Dean's not chuckling.
He's smiling... but...
"I've got my next shift at six, so I'm taking off in a few minutes, kay?" she says, side-glancing to Dean's wrist watch.
Dean nods, unconsciously tightening the grip on her shoulders ever so slightly.
Why isn't he working his pick-up lines? Why isn't he doing his eyebrow-thing?
"So, Sam... what's your favourite gun?" the young woman asks, smiling as she downs half her coke.
"Earth to Sam...?" she calls, waving a delicate hand in front of Sam's face.
Sam looks up, slightly surprised, "Oh... uh... I think... the Smith and Wesson model..." he says, his eyes flitting from his brother to Dean's-new-girlfriend.
And he's not doing the stupid chuckle he usually does whenever he's around some chick he sleeps with. The incidence of the giggling gets worse the less he cares about whomever he decides to... seduce.
The brunette licks her lips, grabbing a couple of Dean's french fries and stuffs them in her mouth, "Mhmmm... thanks," she says, standing up from her spot, swinging her legs over to the next booth and walking over the seat before jumping down. "See you tonight?"
Why doesn't he do his usual womanizing ogling... or licking his lips... or even take a picture of her in her undies?
Dean grins, automatically leaning over to catch her lips in a relaxed kiss, "Count on it," he watches her leave, a grin on his face as he tilts his head just a bit to see her work the bellbottom-jeans.
Why did Dean tell her about... hunting?
"... Dean?" Sam says, slightly numb at Dean's reaction to this girl during the past few weeks.
What's so different about this time...?
When Dean finally turns back... that's when Sam finally sees it. The reason why his brother's been acting so weird the past few weeks.
He's fallen for her...
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Thanks for reading!