Warnings and disclaimers see chapter 1

Many thanks to rascalflattsgurl43 for the speedy beta on this story

Chapter 36 Waving with your wrist

Dean ordered the food and coffee, again going with grilled sandwiches after the heavy lunch they had. Dean was sitting at the table waiting for Sam reading a book when he felt hands on his left shoulder. Dean looked up to find Sam rubbing his shoulder with a serious look on his face. Dean tried to squirm out of the way but Sam was ready and moved with him.
"Just relax Dean. I know your shoulder hurts. Let me rub it better."
"In public Sammy?"
"Relax Dean. You're dressed and there is hardly anyone here."

Dean was disgruntled with such a public show but knew if he reacted, it would cause a scene.
"How did you know?"
Dean tries another tactic. Get Sammy talking and he may forget to do what he is so fixed on doing.
"You were rubbing it when you were reading. The cast is like waving a white flag, you know."
"Oh. I didn't know I was doing it, means it can't be too bad right?"
"Good attempt at a deflection there, Dean."
Sam rubbed for a couple more minutes then sat in front of the food Dean had laid out.
"This looks good, thanks. How's that book?"

Sam noticed Dean had bookmarked it halfway through.
"Not too bad. Got plenty of work to do?"
"Yeah. We have a few big shipments coming in and obviously a lack of staff to help out. I'm trying to clear up the stockroom to get ready for it but with having to work on the floor I'm not getting much done. Jenny is talking about putting some extra help on for a week or so."
"You gonna have to train people already?"
"Looks like it."
Dean chuffed a laugh as he picked up his food."Good luck with that. They will probably be students with no idea and it will take twice as long."
"What do you mean?"
"Someone who wants a week's work this late in the holidays is usually someone who couldn't get work."

Sam frowned. He hadn't thought of it like that. Trust Dean to come up with such a quick assessment. He was way smarter than he liked people to think. Sam had always liked Dean's analytical mind but it constantly pissed their father off with his weird questions. He always seemed to be six steps ahead of everyone else.
"I'm sure Jenny will pick the right people." Dean teased lightly.
Dean saw that Sam was thinking fairly hard. "Don't worry about it Sammy. She will probably put on one burley guy that can do the work of four others and the work will be done in a few days."
Sam had to chuckle at that. Trust Dean to turn his mood around so quickly.
"On the negative side he will have bad body odor and you will be locked in the store room with him for five hours at a time,"
"Dean!" Sam laughed softly. "Anyway what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Don't know." Dean shrugged.
"You wanna go see a movie?"
"Aren't you working?"
"Not till four and only for a couple of hours to make sure we are ready for Monday when the first shipment comes in."
"Okay then."
"Cool. Jump on my laptop when you get home and look up what's playing."
"No problems."

Dean left shortly after Sam went back to work and did his exercises. He checked the internet as Sam had suggested then lay back on the couch to read his book. Since Sam had pointed it out, he now noticed how much he was rubbing at his right arm and how uncomfortable it was. He realized with a jolt he had been doing it since he left the hospital but it had become a habit he hadn't noticed as had dealing with the swelling and pain. After a while, Dean jumped up and made some sandwiches for Sam so that all he had to do was throw them on the grill. Dean went back to his book but fell asleep after reading a few pages.

Sam walked in shortly after and found Dean asleep with his book resting on his chest.
"Hey Sammy. Have a good time?"
Dean startled Sam with how quick he came awake.
"Yeah thanks."
Sam walked to the kitchen to fix himself a snack and saw the sandwiches sitting on the cutting board ready for the grill. Dean came around behind him looking ruffled and sleepy as he deftly slid the food on the grill and turned it on.
'He looks so cute when he is half asleep.'
"Hey Dean, do you think you could come into the store tomorrow?"
"I thought you were only going in for a couple of hours to get the storeroom ready."
"Yeah I am but I really would like it if you came in."

Dean looked up from the grill as he checked the cooking food.
"Why? I've been there the last couple of days, why do need me tomorrow?"
"Nothing I just want to see you. Is that okay?"
Dean stared at Sam and saw him fidget and start to blush.
"Sam? What's going on? You having trouble at work?"

Sam sighed and leaned against the counter as Dean pulled the sandwiches out and put them on a plate and cut them in half.
"I …I…god this is embarrassing."
"Just spit it out Sammy."
"Okay, well my work colleagues think I'm gay."
Dean handed Sam the plate.
"That's cute Sammy. What gave them that idea? Waving with your wrist again?"
Dean bent his wrist down hard so it almost touched his forearm.
"Very funny Dean. Actually it's your fault."
"Mine?"

Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother.
"Yeah. Apparently us having lunch together twice in a row is enough to get their tongues wagging."
"It probably didn't help with you putting your paws on me today."
"Yeah well, I didn't know Marcie and Anna were spying from the shelves. I told them you were my brother and they laughed at me."
"They think big bad Sammy is gay? Dude you don't look gay in the slightest. In fact you're the least gay person I know. I will make sure to come down tomorrow, set them straight."
"Thanks Dean. I really appreciate it. They keep telling me when cute guys come into the store. It's embarrassing. "
"Just don't look up," Dean teased, "eat your food."

TBC