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He Never Thought He'd See the Day

He never thought he'd see a day when Dean Winchester was at a lost for words but Sam was experiencing it for the first time in his life and he wasn't going to let his older brother forget it.

"What's the matter Dean, ghost got your tongue?" Sam snickered as the brothers walked to the bar from the pool tables. Dean still in complete shock from his loss had no idea how to tell Sam how much money he lost and how they were going to pay for a motel that night. That old man had suckered Dean good and he knew he didn't get suckered easily. A young bartender walked over to the brothers with two beers in her hands. She placed them down in front of the boys and walked away without saying a word to the brothers.

"Ma'am, we didn't order these," Sam said but he was too late on two counts. She had already walked away and Dean had already downed his. Sam watched his older brother and realized that he wasn't acting shocked but he really was amazed that he had gotten beaten by the old man. "Dean, how much did you lose?" Sam pried even though he knew that Dean was in one of those moods where he didn't like to answer Sam's questions regardless of what they were. Dean slowly turned his head over to his brother and put a twenty on the bar.

"That's it," Dean said looking at the lonely bill. It took Sam a moment to register what Dean had said and another moment to control his anger towards his older brother. Sam walked away before he could say anything that would spark more comments about shooting Dean in the chest with the rock salt and then four times with the empty gun. As Sam walked, one of the waitresses walked over and put a very familiar stack of bills on top of the twenty that sat in front of Dean. He looked at the very attractive waitress who Dean would have to say was ogling him.

"Old Man Jones just swindles for fun and returns his funds. He says he likes to see the young ones sweat if you will. He's old and bored so you have to forgive him. But it looks like your brother might be the one who needs a cooling down," she stated as she stared off to the front doors of the bar where Sam had just stormed out. Dean looked for a name tag on the waitress but couldn't. His eyes traveled to the wad of money that he just lost, his hands just itching to take the cash. The waitress followed his eyes and picked up the cash including the twenty. She closed in on Dean and grabbed his pocket to proceed to shove the wad into his pocket. Dean was shocked by her forwardness.

"Jesus Helen, why don't you just molest him while you're at it," said the bartender who had given Sam and Dean the free beers. Helen picked up Sam's beer which was still sitting on the counter and took a swig out of it.

"Relax Julia, it's not like I poked around or anything," Helen said with an innocent smile. Dean decided to enter the conversation that obviously circling around him.

"Ladies ladies, let's not fight," Dean said. Both of the girls turned and looked at him and tried not to laugh.

"Is that from a movie?" Helen asked with a stoic face. A table behind her called out her name so she turned around and left without waiting for an answer. Dean's speechlessness returned as he turned back to the bar where Julia was smiling at him.

"Don't mind her, she's reckless and ruthless," Julia stated as she watched her friend. "Listen, beers are on the house because you got swindled by Old Man Jones. But for the free beer you owe Helen and I a couple games of pool. I get off in a little bit; do you think that your brother and you can handle that?" Julia smiled a smile that Dean just couldn't resist. He grabbed the rest of Sammy's beer as he stood. He noticed that Julia was slightly shorter than he was; he had about four inches on her. Her hair was a deep chestnut but was up in a clip to keep up with her demanding job. She had softness to her that Helen lacked.

"Game on," Dean stated as he walked out of the bar to bring Sammy back. His younger brother had the truck open to the Impala where he was digging through the actual truck of the vehicle. "Guns are a little lower Sammy," Dean whispered.

"I'm looking for blankets considering we're probably sleeping in the car tonight," Sam said trying to hide the angry from his voice. Dean took the hint and whipped the wad of cash out of his pocket and into the truck.

"Apparently I was the butt end of an old codger's boredom and joke," Dean stated as he watched Sam pick up all of the money. "Come on, we get free beers for the rest of the night and get to play pool with some hot chicks. The night could be worse." He watched his younger brother hesitate and then unusually cave without a fight. Dean offered up Sam's beer without telling him that Helen drank from it first. Sam took the beer and sipped it as the boys headed back to the bar where Helen and Julia were waiting completely changed out of their work uniforms. Helen was wearing short shorts that could give Jessica Simpson a run for her money and a tight red tee. Julia had on a pair of ripped jeans, holes at the knees, with a bagger black tee, well; it was looser than Helen's. Sam turned around to look at his older brother who was giving him that smile. That we might be getting separate rooms smile.

"Ladies, this is my brother Sam. Sam, this is Helen and Julia," Dean introduced the three. Sam shook hands with the two women as they produced more beers from behind them. Dean took his own beer but Sam waved off the girls as he produced his first beer from before. The girls smiled as they moved to the pool table.

"So boys, just stopping in this small city onto bigger and better plans or?" Julia asked leaving the question hanging as she began to rake the table. Sam looked to his brother who was looking at Helen with that look. Sam rolled his eyes and decided to go truthful.

"We're looking for our father. We just stopped to kick a couple back before moving on in the morning," Sam stated as he watched Dean snap back to the conversation when the word 'father' entered into the conversation. The girls continued the conversation as they began to play a game of pool. The girls won the first couple of games before Dean finally got frustrated enough by losing to start playing his best game.

"If you'll excuse me boys, I need some fresh air," Julia stated as she put down her pool stick and proceeded to walk out the doors. Sam was temped to follow her when Helen asked him to play on her team against Dean. Dean looked over his shoulder to where Julia had just left and continued to play against Sam and Helen.

Julia on the other hand had different motives to going outside. She peeked in a window to see Dean and Sam joking with Helen. She rolled her eyes as she turned about to find the Impala. She had seen Dean and Sam drive up in the gorgeous car, the telltale sign car. Helen and Julia were surprised at first to see the Winchester boys pull up in their small town at the same time that they were taking a break from hunting to make some cash. Julia instantly wanted to talk to the boys about what they've bagged before but Helen wanted to bait the boys to see if they really were who they said they were.

She spotted the Impala and casually walked up to it. She pulled her lock pick from her pocket and instantly had the truck popped open. The truck was a mess with papers, stolen motel goods including a blanket, and some food wrappers. Julia's eyebrows arched at the mess before she shoved everything back to where she could see the lock to get to the weapons. She just wanted proof that it was the Winchesters before Julia and Helen could reveal that they too were hunters.

Back inside, Sam was starting to get curious about the girls. Dean was just flirting and using his stuff to make Helen laugh.

"So Helen, are you and Julia sisters or?" Sam asked as Dean banked another shot into the corner pocket. Helen leaned forward and smiled.

"No, we grew up together in this rinky dink town. You're the first to peg us as sisters that's for sure. I would have thought the blonde hair versus the dark chestnut hair would have given it away," Helen said as she flicked her very blonde hair to emphasize her point. "We are the closest girls though, we could be sisters. Don't let Julia fool you with her pleasant disposition, she has quite a temper." Sam nodded his head as he watched his brother bank another shot.

Julia leaned in and looked at the lock. She wondered what the numbers were to open it. She closed her eyes quickly and began to turn the lock to feel where it was worn and willing to open. Just like the truck, Julia opened the lock quicker than what she thought she would. She pulled out her slim digital camera and took pictures of the weapons chest. She touched a couple of the guns with her hands before she closed the secret compartment and the truck to return inside.

"Hey Julia," Sam welcomed her back as she returned from outside. She gave Sam a huge grin as she returned to the trio. She looked down to her hands which were now playing with the green side of the pool table before speaking to Helen.

"I hate to break up this good time but I do have an early class tomorrow Helen and you're my ride," Julia stated as Helen began to frown. "Hey boys, could I get a picture?" Helen instantly smiled knowing exactly where Julia was going with the picture. The boys leaned in and smiled as Julia snapped a picture.

"You know boys, if you're not in too big of a hurry to leave, how about meeting us for lunch tomorrow…down at the sandwich shop at the corner at noon?" Helen said as she leaned towards Helen. Dean smiled.

"We'll see about that," Dean stated as the two girls walked out together. Dean looked over at Sam.

"You know how close we came to getting separate rooms tonight?" Dean signed with regret. Sam rolled his eyes as he broke first.

"You have solids," Sam stated as he started to play pool. Dean looked longingly at the door one more time before he turned back around to see Sam making some good shots.

"You don't even have a comment about that? Julia is very pretty, you could have had her tonight dude," Dean stated as he hit missed his first shot.

"Do you ever think of females any other way?" Sam asked his brother. Dean paused as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Sometimes," Dean said with a cocky smile.

"Really? I would have said never," Sam stated as Dean reached over and poked him hard with the pool stick. Sam hit his away with his stick and thus starting a pool stick war between the Winchester brothers.

Back outside, Helen and Julia were getting into Helen's big red truck. Julia could hardly wait to show Helen her pictures to prove that Dean and Sam were Dean and Sam Winchester. Julia buckled her seat and turned to look at her best friend. Helen had a strange look on her face but hid it before she turned to look at Julia's camera.

"See Helen, I told you that it was Dean and Sam Winchester. Their truck was just filled with stuff for fighting the Supernatural. This is so exciting, I wonder what they've actually destroyed and what stories are true about them," Julia began to ramble as she put her camera in her pocket. Julia began to realize that the truck was very silent for a girl who usually gushed as much as she did. "Helen, if you're mad about me dragging you from Dean you can go back in there." Still Julia received no response from her best friend. She turned, looking concerned, to where Helen was sitting. But she never saw her face. Helen hit Julia with something heavy and hard knocking her out before she knew what hit her.

"Sorry Julia but there is just some things thatI can'tanswer," Helen said as started the truck and drove out of the lot before the Winchester brothers came out to see them.