"Hey, March 5th is National 'What Does Your Name Mean?' Day," Dean said. He and Sam were at the grocery store. Sam was pushing the cart; Dean was looking at his phone. "What do you think our names mean? I mean, 'Dean' obviously means 'awesome'. Let's see what 'Samantha' means."
Sam rolled his eyes and gladly ignored Dean. They were picking up basic supplies for the Bunker – food and beer and shampoo and razor blades – but Jack was back, alive and with them again, and for the first time in too, too long, they were buying things for him as well, milk and cereal and his favorite candy bars. Lots of candy bars. So, Dean could rag on Sam forever, it didn't matter.
Which was good, because…
"Okay, let's see, 'Sam' supposedly means 'Chosen by God.' Ha, yeah, chosen as a piñata, maybe. Oh, it also can mean 'Desperate', which – yeah. Because – y'know, with your dating history...yeah. Hmm…"
That was a thoughtful 'hmm', so Sam asked, "What?" expecting worse than 'desperate and dateless piñata'.
"This says the name Sam also means 'fearless'." Dean tossed a genuine smile at Sam, managing to look proud and boastful both at the same time. The moment was oh-so brief, though, and Dean laughed. "According to this, you have a serious, thoughtful nature. You're not overly ambitious but you're independent and like to make your own decisions. You're inclined to be serious and to not see the humor others see. Aaaaand…" He put special emphasis on the word. "Your tendency to worry can lead to insomnia and other overwrought conditions. Wow, do they know you or what?"
"Yeah, what does it say about your name?"
"I told you, it's going to mean 'awesome'," Dean said as he tapped on the screen. "Okay, the name 'Dean' – ha – means 'God's Gift'. So, yeah, these people know exactly what they're talking about."
"It does not say that," Sam said. He pulled Dean's phone close to read it. "It says 'Gift of God'. There is a difference."
"Says you." Dean scrolled down the screen. "It can also mean 'kind', and 'cool' – see, it means 'cool'." He pushed the screen toward Sam so he could read it. "I'm cool."
Sam sighed and shook his head. "And what does it say about your personality?"
"It says I'm clever, which I am. I appreciate the finer things in life, and I have a sense of responsibility. So, yeah, they got that right. It says I – oh – well, never mind. I'm going to look up Jack."
"Never mind? Never mind what? Dean?" Sam pulled the phone away again before Dean could change the screen. " 'In your younger years you had more mature interests than others your age.' Yeah, that's true. 'Whatever you set out to accomplish you do your very best to complete in accordance with what you consider to be right. You assume your responsibilities capably and once you have given your word you do your utmost to fulfill a responsibility.' So far, everything sounds exactly like you. What's the problem?"
"Nothing. Give me back my phone."
But Sam kept reading. "'Home and family mean a great deal to you and you desire a home where you can enjoy the company of family and friends. You experience worry and mental turmoil through assuming more responsibility than you should. Friction arises when others feel that you're interfering with their rights even though you are only trying to help. But you can be too independent and it's difficult for you to accept the help of others when you should.'" Sam looked up at Dean. "Wow. They do know their stuff."
"Can I have my phone now?" Dean asked, irritated, and Sam put the phone in his outstretched hand. "I'm going to check 'Jack'." Dean typed and tapped onto the screen and cleared his throat. "Okay. Okay, it says here that Jack means 'amazing'. It says – ha – someone else says it means 'hello'." Dean imitated Jack's habit of lifting one hand in greeting. "And it says – it says –" his voice got rough and he turned the phone so Sam could read it himself.
"It says, 'Jack means –' " Sam's own voice was rough as he finished. "Jack means 'the world to me.'" He sniffed and cleared his own throat before continuing. "He's serious, reserved, and lacks fluency in verbal expression. His friends are limited to those who understand and accept his straightforward yet reserved manner, but he's loyal and doesn't allow anything to be said against his friends.' Wow, yeah. It's like they wrote these with us in mind already."
"I can't wait to see what 'Castiel' means," Dean muttered. "Okay…it can mean either 'Shield of God' or…" He tipped his head in a kind of reluctant agreement. "'To fall from God.' Well, so far, so true. And his personality…It says 'The name of Castiel has the same…' What? Oh, you've gotta be kidding me…" His tone held such an edge of disgust and disbelief that Sam took the phone because he knew Dean would delete the page and he'd never find out what it said.
"'The name of Castiel has the same mathematical combination as the name Dean that you previously looked at. The descriptions of the two are exactly the same." It was so true, and so funny that it was so true, that Sam couldn't even laugh at first. He couldn't stop the smirk on his face, though, as Dean grabbed the phone back.
"Yeah, hilarious. Are we ready or what?" Dean asked.
"You and Cas…"
"Sam…"
"…are exactly the same."
Dean huffed and stomped off. "I'm leaving without you if you're not ready."
"I guess that explains your 'special bond'."
"I have the key in my hand, Sammy."
"And Cas does enjoy celebrating these days…"
"You say a word to Cas," Dean stopped and pointed a finger in Sam's face. "I swear, they will never find your body."
Sam tipped his head, pretending to think about it. "Nah, I'll take the chance."
Dean huffed again and yanked the shopping cart out of Sam's hand, pushing it toward the check-out, grumbling under his breath.
"Now who's inclined to not see the humor in things?" Sam called after him.
Without looking back, Dean answered him with an impolite gesture.
A/N: Meanings and descriptions stolen from the internet. I found them on an actual website.
