Dean had woken up that Tuesday morning and was surprised to see Sam had already woken and made coffee for them. He was at his laptop and on his phone, calling local businesses about work available. While he was on hold, he glanced over to Dean, "I've already got two interviews set up today." He told him, but before he could make further comment, whoever had him on hold was back and the two of them were speaking again. Dean drank two cups while going through his morning routine and left fifteen minutes before his shift at Bobby's started.
Mondays seemed to be unlucky days for most people, and that's when the shop got a lot of traffic, but Tuesdays seemed to go either way. They could be up to their gills in work or ghost town dead. But, because it had only been Bobby and Rufus working the other day, there was plenty of work to be done that was leftover. The two men had gotten up there in their age, and a lot of the heavy lifting was up to Dean.
Or Benny, but he was away on family matters at the moment. Dean hoped he'd be back soon, because all this heavy lifting shit was breaking his back.
"Hey, you better wipe your hands before you grab that steering wheel!" Bobby shouted at Dean from the other side of a Ford.
Dean scoffed, "If I get any oil on it, I'll clean it." He shouted back, sitting in the driver's side of red Fiat.
"No boy…" Bobby quickly came from around the Ford pick-up and grabbed Dean by the forearm. "The owner of this car is a firecracker, and she was not playin' around when she said she didn't want a smudge on it."
Dean begrudgingly got out of the car, with the help of Bobby's insistent pulling, and made his way to the sink on the wall in the garage. "Fine, fine…" he groaned, "Who was she anyway?" he asked as he squirted some grease removal soap in his hands.
Bobby sighed, "She's a food critic with a She Devil attitude." He ran a hand under his hat, the other grabbing the bill and adjusting it as his fingers scratched through his scalp, "I would hate to get on her bad side." He concluded in a mumble.
Dean smirked as he rubbed his hands under the warm water, "When was the last time a woman had you running with your tail between your legs, huh?"
Bobby sent a tired glare to his youngest employee, "Since I first started datin' Ellen." He confessed with a roll of his eyes.
Dean laughed, his head going back as his eyes closed.
After washing his hands, he went back to attending to the Fiat and concluded it only needed a simple oil change. Afterward, he informed Bobby and he called the number that was given to him and told the woman her car was ready.
Dean was working on silver Ford Torus, some teenager hadn't been looking when they tried to merge into a lane and wrecked their whole front bumper, when the owner of the Fiat arrived. He heard the bells on the door chime, so he glanced up from bending a grill back into shape and saw a very tall, very intimidating Indian woman in heels step through the door. Her hair was ebony black and flowed over her shoulder in waves. Her red lipstick was flawless, and the way she carried herself told Dean she had power.
He didn't waste any time in approaching her with an outstretched, clean, hand, "Hi, I'm Dean Winchester. I worked on your car today." He informed her, and to his surprise, she smiled back at him and accepted the hand, and they shook.
"Well thank you, Dean. So it was just the oil then?" she inquired, a small quirk to her brow.
"Yep, I took care of it, and she's running fine now." He grinned broadly to her.
The woman's eyes narrowed, yet her smile grew Cheshire, "You're being cute." She mumbled, then her red lips tilted down into a thin scowl, "Stop." and for a split second, Dean was thrown off guard, so when she extended her manicured hand toward him, he wasn't sure what she wanted.
"My keys?" she inquired and Dean hurried snapped himself out of it and fished the keys out of his mechanic's coveralls pocket then placed them in her hand, careful not to actually touch her. "Thanks." she mumbled and proceeded to walk to her car.
"Is someone going to get the door for me?" she asked, almost tired, as if not enjoying the fact that she had to boss these people around.
Bobby quickly went to the garage door controls dangling from the ceiling and flipped the switch to roll the door up.
As soon as she cranked the motor and as soon as the door was open enough, the woman was gone, out of the garage and out of their hair. It was almost a whole two minutes later until Rufus came from around the car he'd been fixing the headlights of, and with a chuckle made a very astute observation.
"I think you two done pissed yourselves." He called to the both of them, and when he got no reply other than lost boy looks from them he chuckled again.
Eventually, Dean's lunch hour rolled around, and Sam was waiting in the parking lot. Though, as Dean came closer to his brother, he realized he was on the phone, in an intense conversation.
"No, Ruby, you cannot. It's not up to me, the house was passed down to Dean, so it's his house, not mine… Well guess what! I've already asked. When you get here, he's going to turn you right back around… Well maybe if you hadn't have been a bitch to him this whole time…" Sam groaned, his free hand clenching into a fist at his side, "Fine, get a fucking hotel, just don't expect Dean to roll out the red carpet for you." And he abruptly hung up, shoving his phone in his pocket.
When Sam finally turned around, he was a little surprised to see Dean already standing there, and he looked like he'd seen a ghost, "Oh God, don't do that." He complained, rubbing his hands down his face.
Dean cleared his throat for a moment, then began, "So, I take it Ruby's coming down anyway?" he asked, leaning against the back of Sam's car.
Sam sighed, his eyes closing, exasperated, "Unfortunately. She thinks there's someone out here that I might be seeing behind her back."
"Of course." Dean mumbled, then climbed into the passenger seat of the car, "Let's get Five Guys." Dean suggested as Sam came and got in the driver's seat.
Sam glanced at Dean sideways, "We had burgers the other day."
"So…?" Dean furrowed his brows at Sam.
The younger Winchester only shook his head, as he shifted the car into reverse "You're gonna have a heart attack before you're thirty."
"At least I'll be happy." Dean mumbled, undeterred by Sam's predictions. He fished out his phone from his pocket and checked it, replying to a few friends then asked Sam, "So, how did that interview go."
If Dean had been looking, he'd have seen the way Sam's eyes went wide, and how his face lost its color, "Well, they seemed to like me… But I don't think I want to work at that place. It's real uppity there, and I have a feeling I would've fit in there." The law firm in question had been a bit out of Sam's class, and he felt he'd be uncomfortable in that environment… Though that wasn't the only reason why he declined their offer…
"Damn. Oh well, they can't all be dream jobs." He scoffed, then noticed that Benny had texted him some time ago.
"Oh thank God!" Dean sighed in relief.
"What?" Sam asked, glancing over for a moment before he put his attention back on the road.
"Benny text me and said he'd be back tomorrow. There is a God." Dean replied to Benny quickly, thanking him multiple times.
"Are they working you like a mule or something?" Sam chuckled.
"They've got me doing all the heavy lifting. I think my back will break before I have a heartache." Dean complained, and that got Sam to laugh.
As soon as they pulled into the parking lot of Five Guys Burger and Fries, Dean was already making comments about the vastness of his hunger, but the joking soon ended when Sam's phone began to ring again.
Sam sighed, "It's Ruby."
"Don't answer it." Dean told him, and even made a lunge to take his phone out of his hands, but Sam quickly dodged, holding it out of his reach.
"Shut up, Dean…" Sam mumbled as he stepped away from him and answered the phone. Dean sighed, shaking his head and stepping into the fast food joint without his brother. He was going to stop caring one of these days. But today wasn't that day.
Dean was quick to make his own order, and based on what he knew Sam liked, he ordered for him, made their drinks and grabbed them a table. Ten minutes went by, and their food had even come out and was brought to their table before Sam eventually came inside. Dean gestured for him, pointing to the open seat across from him, and a thankful Sam came over.
Dean wasn't going to make a comment on how long it took him, or how tired he looked, but rather slid Sam his burger and offered him some of his fries. It was a silent gesture, and in a lot of ways it told Sam how Dean was willing to get over his knuckleheadedness and how he just didn't want to see him suffer anymore. Being around each other, and getting caught in sticky situations their whole lives, they've come up with a silent way of communication, and Sam understood it completely. He gave Dean a thankful smile and took a few fries.
Though most people don't see the symbolism in the sharing of fries, most people didn't know the Winchester boys.