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Dean made the time pass by watching old Bonanza reruns on TV, then he took a short walk to the mailbox and back. A task which was much harder than it seemed… After his daily attempt to get the mail, he would either ride in to town with Bobby, or stay and work on one of the old wrecks…
Each time he went in to town, he made a stop at Coffee World. The only coffee shop in town… He kinda had a thing for the brunette who worked there… She was short-ish, like 5'3"… Blue eyes and soft, strong, wavy, brown hair, that reached almost to the small of her back.
"Coffee, black?" ocean blue eyes looked up at him as he reached the counter. Her smile reached her eyes…
"Yes please…" he smiled back, leaning on his crutches.
"I'll bring it over for you… Just need to let it brew first…" a faint trace of embarrassment flittered across her face.
"Okay… I'll be at my table…"
She smiled and nodded.
SPNSPNSPN
Sam flipped through the contacts in his phone. Wishing and hoping to find one of his brother's many aliases there… Only to remember that he hadn't saved any of Dean's numbers in his last three phones…
How hard could it be to remember? 555-933-2323? 555-243-6529? Probably not… He twisted his brain, searching for the answer… He had known all the numbers by heart once upon a time…
He found an app on his cell, searched for John B. Banner, Lucas Stark, George Ford…
But nothing…
He wrings his brain a bit more, but comes up empty-handed…
SPNSPNSPN
You're getting too old for this… One-night-stands is something that belongs to your twenties… You're a grown up now… You should settle down…
You're a hunter… There is no such thing as settling down…
There's hunting, and then there's dying… No hunter, ever has seen any other end to it…
Except Sammy… A wife, two kids and a dog…
Dean had stopped by from time to time… He had kept his distance, he didn't want to burst in to Sammy's little dome of happiness and ruin it all by dragging him back in… He was lucky… He had gotten out…
His leg shot him a bolt of pain, from where it rested propped up on a chair in front of him.
Or maybe this was his way out? His knee was pretty much FUBAR anyway... He wasn't guaranteed a full recovery… Maybe this was the universe's way of giving him the middle finger and telling him to retire?
No… He was born to be a hunter…
He would get better…
He would…
He was nothing, if he wasn't a hunter…
Minutes passed by as his mind slowly crawled into a deeper, darker, pit…
"Here you go, enjoy…" Sarah, the brunette, winked at him as she retreated back to her counter.
He managed to smile back…
Okay… Figured a trip inside Dean's mind would be kinda nice…
Errr…
And I would not give Sam the easy way out, having him call Bobby, through Singer Salvage… And ask if he knew anything about Dean… That would've been too easy…
