So, Here's the next part. This is about...3ish months after the last one.
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Dean and Sam were sparring in the side yard if the Mills Inn.
They have been partners for a few months now, and have gone on a few missions. Since Sam has been a book-nerd and his only exercise was running and his vegetarian ways (Dean is still very perplexed by how a guy that big doesn't eat meat) Dean has taken it upon himself to turn the Stanford boy into a fighting machine...but with a better brain.
During their practice, Dean punched Sam. And Sam fell down.
"Don't let your guard down." Dean reprimanded helping him up.
"Right. Again?" Sam asked, panting from the exercise, hands on his hips.
"Not right now." Jo said handing each of them a water bottle. Both boys murmured their thanks. "Post office called. Sam's stuff here." She explained.
"My stuff?" Sam asked, confused. Jo nodded. "My stuff burned in the fire."
"Your family sent some things to your address in Stanford. To help you. Mrs. Harvelle got it sent here instead." Jo said shrugging.
"I'll change, then we can head over." Dean said heading inside, slapping Sam on the back.
Sam nodded absent mindly and followed Dean inside and up the stairs.
"You don't have to drive me, dude. Pretty sure I can find one building in the total of what? Like 20?" Sam asked, smirking at the small town they were near.
"It's not that man. I'm going stir crazy. Our last case was about a week ago. Getting the stink eye in town will help." Dean said smiling as he headed into his room.
Sam followed him, confusion on his face.
"Stink eye?"
"You didn't notice? Everyone in town hates us here." Dean said, taking off his shirt and grabbing a discarded one to wipe away his sweat.
"They do?"
"You'll see." Dean chuckled putting a clean one on.
Sam just shrugged and went to change his clothes as well.
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