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As Sam and Dean drove back to the bunker Sam tried to shrug off all of Dean's questions. What had they talked about? Did he kiss her? When would they see each other again?

Dean parked the car back at the bunker, "We can go back in a few days if you want."

"Dean, stop! This isn't high school," Sam said casually flipping through the book Jane had given him. When he got to the page he had dog-eared in the shop he stopped. There was writing in the margin.

Dean looked over at the book, "Numbers!"

Sam shut the book, a slight pink hue was taking over his face, "It's nothing."

"Mmmhmm. Looks like Sammy's still got his moves." Dean lightly punched his brother's shoulder and got out of the car.

….

"Soup's on!" Dean called out as he stirred the pot of boiling soup. He poured two bowls and went to the table. When Sam didn't appear Dean went to fetch him. Lately it was like pulling teeth to get Sam to step away from his mark of Cain research for a meal.

Dean popped his head into Sam's room and smiled at what he saw.

Sam was sitting on his bed. He had a pile of old, research books surrounding him. But he wasn't holding any of those. He was holding The Princess Bride in one hand, and his phone in the other.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said, announcing his presence, "dinner's ready."

Sam tried to set down the two items nonchalantly, "Be right in."

"If you need to make a phone call, take your time. I understand." Dean smiled.

Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to call her."

"Really? You had me fooled," Dean walked the rest of the way into his brothers room and pulled up a chair, "Go ahead, I'll wait."

Sam smiled at the goofy look on his brother's face. He felt like he was fourteen all over again.

"Dean, we don't have time for this. The mark-"

"Screw the mark! Sammy, you've been slaving over this thing day and night. I think we should just take a minute to be honest here."

Sam wasn't sure he liked where this conversation was going, but he let Dean continue.

"We don't know anything about the mark, nobody seems to know anything about it. How to get rid of it. So how about you just stop killing yourself over this and have a little fun."

"I'm not killing myself," Sam mumbled.

"You barely eat, you get what? Three hours of sleep? Maybe? I swear your eyes are about to fall out from all the reading you do. Just, call this girl. Have a good time. Please?"

Sam opened his mouth to protest, he wanted to tell Dean that he wasn't exactly the best example. He wanted to ask when the last time Dean did something for himself was. He wanted to ask when the last time Dean had a good (non-demonic) time was, but Dean stopped him.

"I mean when was the last time you went on a full on, one hundred percent normal, fun, date?" Dean watched his brother's face looking for an answer.

Sam couldn't think of the last time that had happened. Then he remembered, Jess. But it hurt to much to bring her up.

"Too long, right?" Dean asked, "And I checked her out…not like that…I mean she's not a shape shifter, a demon, or anything supernatural. She's just nice sweater girl. That's it."

"How did you," Sam's voice trailed off as he thought back to the time in the bookstore, "the handshake?"

Dean smiled, "Yep, my hand was drenched in holy water, and I was wearing a silver ring. Plus, while you two were…cuddling or whatever it is you do with girls, I got her backstory. She's clean."

Sam had to laugh, "Why did you go to all this trouble Dean?"

"You're my brother. I just want you to be happy," Dean looked down at the phone on Sam's bed, "Now call her already!"

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Jane sat on her bed, her attention torn between her bowl of ice cream, the movie she was watching on Turner Classic Movies, and her dead silent phone. She knew that giving Sam her number was a long shot, but she still had a little glimmer of hope.

When she found the bottom of her ice cream bowl, she debated with herself for a minute and then decided to cave and get a refill. She stood and walked over to the freezer, and then, it rang.

With lightning speed she dashed to the couch. She took a deep breath as she saw the number was one she didn't recognize.

"Hello?" her voice was quiet.

"Hey," Sam said a bit unsure as well, "is this Jane?"

"Yeah."

Sam didn't know what to say next.

"It's Sam," Dean whispered.

Sam shot Dean a look before repeated the introduction, "It's Sam."

"Hey Sam!" Jane bit her lip, had she sounded too excited?

Dean motioned for Sam to keep talking.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you liked dinner."

Dean threw Sam a confused look. To which Sam responded with an "I don't know!" face.

"Yeah, I love it." Jane responded, it comforted her a little to know that Sam was a little awkward himself.

Sam turned so he wasn't facing Dean, he was unable to focus on his conversation with his older brother staring him down, "How about dinner this weekend? Friday night?"

"That would be great," Jane smiled, "I close the shop around six."

"Great! I'll pick you up," Sam smiled and Dean smiled as he watched Sam smile.

As Sam ended the call he looked to Dean, he was trying to mask his nervous excitement. He hadn't been on a date in forever.

"My little Sammy! All grown up!" Dean laughed.

"Jerk."

Dean opened his mouth to respond but was silenced by a pillow to the face.

Friday night came all too soon and Sam was having second thoughts, actually make that hundredth thoughts. He'd been mulling over the whole idea of the date for the past few days and it was driving him crazy.

If he didn't like her that was that and it was just a nice meal. But what if she continued to charm him as she had in the bookstore? What if he wanted to take her out again? What then? And what about all of his secrets? What if he fell in love with her? He didn't want her to get hurt. He didn't want her to die. These seemed to be pressing issues.

"Stop!" Dean nearly shouted, he'd been watching Sam button and unbutton his outer jacket for the past five minutes, "It'll be fun."

"What am I supposed to tell her about myself? Hey, so I'm Sam. I like to read. I hunt evil. Except for when I'm soulless, starting the apocalypse, or you know, the devil."

"Dude. Relax. Just be yourself."

Sam gave his brother a sassy look.

"Ok, be mostly yourself with a few white lies here and there." Dean tossed a ring of keys over to Sam, "Drive save."

Sam looked over to Dean, "You sure?"

Dean nodded.

"Thanks," Sam smiled and unbuttoned his outer layer for the final time.

Dean watched as Sam fired up the Impala and drove off in the direction of the little town where Jane worked.

His smiled faded as his mark started to throb, Dean knew it would be long before that mark became a much bigger problem. But for now, all was right with the world. For the first time in a long time, Sammy was on a date. Dean couldn't be more proud.

THE END!

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