The Winchester boys were hard to ignore, tall, handsome with the subtle halo of 'dangerous' hovering around them, but in their line of work it made it that bit harder for them to blend into the background.
People tended to remember them. Especially when there was an embarrassment of riches!

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"You ready?" Dean called to his brother.
"Just about. The ladies are taking their sweet time, pretty princesses have nothing on them."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Maybe by the time we hit sixty, they'll have speeded up the packing process."

With an ironic chuckle his brother moved towards the truck. "You don't really believe that, do you, Dean? Cos bro, you're gonna be in for a big let down, that is of course if we ever have a hope in hell of reaching sixty!"

"Yeah," Dean agreed before sliding into the Impala. "Whichever of us is ready first, takes point."
"Fine," his sibling replied, pulling himself up into John's old truck and powering up the engine.

"The Impala gassed up?" Dale asked leaning out of the rolled-down window of the black vehicle.
"She's got maybe a half a tank. I'll fill her up when the needle gets to a quarter," Dean replied.

"See you at the gas station then. We'll pull in and wait for you."

"At last," Dean griped, when Sam finally slid into the passenger seat. "Finished curling your eyelashes, Francis!"

"Jeez Dean, You're insufferable. We had to clean up after you two. You should be thanking me instead of complaining."

"Yeah, yeah! Okay," Dean snorted putting the Impala in drive.
"There, thanks to you Dale gets to take the lead," he grumbled as the black truck turned onto the highway.

Dean was the oldest of their little band of brothers, Dale making his entrance into the world thirty minutes after his twin; only thirty minutes, but Dean made each one count like it was a century, as he claimed ultra big brother status!

At the other end of the scale the little brothers were the bottom feeders.
Sam was the elder by the time it took to emerge from Mary's womb which made Simon the baby of the family, in the unfortunate position of having to bear all the weight of three big brothers, a weight he bore with a parade of bitch-faces and eye-rolls equalled, but not quite, by his twin.

Since they were kids the brothers had fallen into the habit of dividing themselves in two pairs. Dean looked out for Sam, and Dale for Simon, each of the older twins taking their father's admonishments to care for their little brothers, seriously to heart.

Of course much brotherly baiting went on especially on Dean and Dale's part, of how two such freaks as Sam and Simon could be brothers to their awesomeness!
All duly ignore by the younger twins who knew exactly how to bring their big brothers to heel when and as often as they wanted!

While their little caravan of men and vehicles made it harder to remain incognito, four on a hunt were definitely an advantage, and two research geeks meant Dean and Dale had plenty of free time on their hands to hustle pool and indulge in other pleasurable activities.

Being twins had plenty of advantages in the games areas.
The truckers and such that Dean and Dale hustled were so caught up in gaping at the prettiness of the identical twins that it made relieving them of their money easier that taking candy from the proverbial baby.

So yeah, Dean mused glancing over at his little brother, before haring down the highway after his twin and other little brother, life was good!

The End