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Disclaimer 2: The title is from the song, Chasing Cars and I am not making money by using it as the title of my fanfic
Chapter twenty-five
Late November (The dance, part 1)
Dean fiddled with the cuff of the sleeve of his dress shirt for what felt like the hundredth time. Dean adjusted his tie and sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Sam, who had been watching in TV in the living room amusingly glanced at his older brother before looking back to the screen.
Once he heard that annoying sound of fabric yet again, Sam muted his show and exclaimed, "That's it. Stop it!"
Dean turned from the mirror and said, "What?"
"That annoying thing with the stupid cuff. I can't watch my show because of your obsessive behavior." Sam said slamming his hand down on the cushion. "It's no wonder you were named after grandma, what with all fussing over that mirror for the past thirty minutes."
"Whatever, Samantha." Dean retorted.
"Are you seriously calling me the girl version of my name when the last thirty minutes have just proven that you're the girl."
"Although I agree with Sam about that habit of yours being way too annoying, that was very sexist of both of you to imply that girls are weaker or the only ones to care about appearances and that a girl's name represents weakness."
For the first time after getting dressed that evening, Dean stopped fiddling with his cuff and said, "Way to be the feminist, dad."
Sam, who was trying very hard to ignore his brother laughed to which Dean grinned back. At least, they could always count on being able to laugh at their dad together.
"Your mother would not be proud to know that her sons turned out to be sexists and I certainly did not raise you that way." John interjected.
Dean stopped laughing and looked ashamed at that and said, "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Me too." Sam said quietly from his spot on the couch.
There were a few seconds of silence before they heard honking.
"Well that's me." He said and he put on his coat. Just as he was opening the door, his father called out his name.
"Yeah?"
"Dean, I realize that you're probably the only fifteen-year old boy with a mechanic for a dad who still hasn't taught him to drive-" John looked up to make sure Dean was listening and when Dean gave a small nod, John added, "So if you want to.. maybe I could teach you how to drive this weekend?" John ended in a hopeful tone.
This was his dad's way of diffusing the situation. John knew it and Dean knew it. Heck, even Sammy at twelve already knew it.
"Sure, that'd be great." Another honk was heard. "Well I gotta go or 's going to kill me."
John nodded. "Be safe." He yelled out as Dean walked toward the car.
Dean waved to Jo as he walked to the car.
Tonight was going to be fun, Dean was sure of it.
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