December 18, 2019
"Hey, Sammy –" Dean put his hand out to stop Sam on his way to the garage. "You and Eileen headed out?"
(He knew they were headed out, they'd been discussing it in the library not half an hour ago.)
"Yeah, to get the rock salt and supplies. We shouldn't be gone long. You need something while we're out?"
"Did you know it's National Signing Day?"
"Uh, no. I didn't. That's – that's a good day. I'll have to tell Eileen."
(And there was that slight hint of a blush Sam always got whenever Eileen was around, or when she walked into a room or down a hallway, or whenever she called Sam or said his name, or if Dean said her name, or if Sam even probably just thought about her.)
"Tell her? You need to do more than tell her. We celebrate the days, right? You should celebrate. Take her someplace for dinner. Go to a bookstore and geek out together over some – wait, here, I'll tell you what –" Dean pulled his wallet out and Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, you better be handing me money."
(As though Dean could possibly think that Sam wouldn't be fully prepared before venturing into that event.)
"Yes, money. Here." He pushed some twenties into Sam's hand. "Go on, celebrate. She needs – you both need – some down time. Go. Go. Have fun."
Sam considered the money, then smiled and sighed. "Yeah, thanks. It'll be nice to just –" he sighed again, " – forget everything else for a while. Thanks."
"You bet," Dean said. "Get going."
(That's my boy.)
Sam continued to the garage and Dean turned to the library.
"So, it's National Signing With A College Football Team Day," he said to himself. "They don't need to know that…"
The end (of this chapter.)