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NOW YOU KNOW IT'S FALL, Y'ALL

By: Vanessa Sgroi

Dean Winchester stared greedily at the rich, hot dark brown liquid streaming into the glass carafe. The alluring aroma filled his nostrils and made his mouth water.

"So that was a Super Tall Fresh Brewed Columbian and a Super Tall Cinnamon Pumpkin Blend with Extra Cream?"

"You got it, sweetheart." Dean smiled tiredly at the barista and winked, enjoying the faint blush now staining her cheeks. "And you might as well throw in some of those pumpkin muffins—two regular and two chocolate."

"It'll be another minute for your fresh brewed. Anything else?"

"Nah. That'll work." Dean pulled a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over telling her to keep the change for a tip.

He stood to the side and tapped his thumb on the counter while he waiting, watching eagerly as the machine finished brewing his lifeblood. He happily gathered up his order when it was placed in front of him. He left the coffee shop and made his way back to the Impala.

Sam cautiously stretched and yawned as Dean slid into place and shut the driver's side door.

Dean eyed his younger brother, taking in the multiple scrapes and bruises. "How's the head?"

"Dull roar." Sam returned the scrutinizing look, cataloging the same injuries on his brother. "How's the knee?"

"Swollen." Dean handed Sam's his coffee with a grimace. "I got you the girly pumpkin thingy. "

"What's with the face? You like pumpkin…"

"Yeah…in a PIE. Pumpkin coffee? That's blasphemous…"

Sam took an appreciative sip of his concoction and nodded. "If you'd try it, you might like it."

"Uh…that would be a NO."

Sam shrugged. "Your loss." He took another drink.

"Yeah, well, in case your pumpkin craving isn't fulfilled with that…" Dean waved dismissively at Sam's cup and held up the white pastry bag. "I got us some ginormous pumpkin muffins. They're as big as your head—okay, nothing is as big as YOUR head," Dean teased. "But there as big as mine anyway."

Sam's lips quirked.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just thinking that your body's not going to know what to do with all that fiber. It might be a long trip the rest of the way back to the bunker."

"Haha." Seeing Sam's gaze drift outside the Impala, Dean frowned. "What?"

"Why don't we go sit at one of the picnic tables across the street in the park?"

"Are you crazy? It's freakin' cold out there!"

"Not that cold. And it's sunny. It'd be nice to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine."

Dean couldn't argue with that. After this last hunt, fresh air and sunshine suddenly sounded awesome now that Sam had mentioned it. He shrugged. "Why not? Let's go."

Carrying their coffee and muffins, the brothers wandered across the street and settled at a table. The autumn sun felt good as it beat down on them. After a few minutes of complete quiet while they ate, Dean spoke.

"It was a successful hunt."

"Mmm," Sam demurred. "Too high a body count."

"We tried our best, Sam."

"I know." Sam finished his coffee and crumpled the cup in his hand. A bank of charcoal gray clouds pushed in front of the sun, and a strong gust of wind buffeted around them causing Sam to shiver. "You're right. It's cold out here."

"Definitely is now. You ready to hit the road?"

They both stood and tossed their trash in the receptacle. "Yeah. You want me to drive?"

"With that head of yours? No way. I can't put Baby in danger like that!"

"Oh but your knee doesn't?"

"Nope, not at all."

"Liar."

FIN