Sam's world froze at that moment.
The radio of the small diner was playing Butterfly.
In the ritham of the music a body moved. A girl. A woman.
Her blond hair falling down her face and over her shoulders, black jeans, white tea shirt.
And there was something else. Something in the back of his mind tingled.
She passed him and John, blue eyes meeting brown. A smile warmed her face, making her look almost like an angel...at least to Sam. Other people were turning to look at her, but her eyes were on Sam, the tingling in his mind grew. Then the connection broke, she continued waling to back of the diner moving out of Sam's range of vision.
Only one thing was going true Samuel Winchester's head. A very Dean Winchester comment that just proved his brother was rubbing off him way too much.
Holy mother of God.
He looked at his father, his face turning red at staring at a female with his father so close. Or for staring at all.
But lucky for him John Winchester was engrossed with the newspapers.
Only the iron strong self control that his father installed in him - patience - stopped Dean from smashing the man's face into a pile of goo.
Not realizing just how close to true violence he was walking the stupid fuck made a comment about idiotic mechanics.
Dean a mechanic himself and John before him...lost it at that point.
He swing around, his eyes blazing with anger. And the other Dean Winchester, hunter and killer, was freed from his leash.
His face held a smile of a kid that found out Christmas has come early.
The arrogant prick was watching him smug and any guilt Dean might have felt about kicking the shit out of him was gone.
Samantha took in the silence of her house when she came from work.
Tess took Mary out to the park. She had the house to her self for the time being. Kicking off her shoes, tossing the hand bag to the couch she moved to the kitchen.
God my head is killing me.
The was a buzz on the doors" So much about relaxing"
She moved from the hall to wooden doors, opened them and smiled.
"Oh it's you. Well come on in"
Dean stared at his boss. There was a commotion behind where they were scraping the guy off the floor.
His fist turned white from the withdrawn anger.
"I quit" he started moving away, ignoring the shouts from his boss, he paused for a second" I have only one thing to say to you. What I've been wanting to say for two and half years. Nobody believes in that story about the accounted. Accountants don't wear leather pants boss". And with a wink and smirk he left the the man to drown in his denial about being gay he moved away. Adrenalin in his body pumping strength.
He needed an outlet.
Now.
He sighted in relief when he saw Michael was here for the usual lunch together.
He passed him, going for the pick up.
"You in a mood for sparring?"
Michael frowned, shook his head when his eyes fell on Dean's boss raising another guy from the floor, and turned to fallow.
"Do I even have a choice?"
The driver doors of the pick up were slammed shut. The engine already coming to life. Mike sighted.
"Thought so"
From a dark corner a figure smiled. he felt his victory come closer.
That's it...soon Dean Winchesters everything will be his. And the hunter who destroyed so many of their kind will have a destiny worse than death.