Bree woke up suddenly from a loud nose coming from the front of her house. She sort of pouts with a disapproving look on her face after she grabs her phone seeing it's only 7 AM. She didn't get to sleep until almost 2 so she wasn't very pleased. Letting out a grunt see looks down at her knee slightly rubbing the scar, the whole leg feeling a little sore and let's out a sigh.
Getting up off the cheap couch and stretching all the way up, arching her back. Then bending at the waist let her hands touch the ground stretching out the bad nights sleep. She was really starting to miss her bed and sleeping on this couch was really taking a toll on her body and mood alike.
When she decided to move here she had brought a few things with her in the back of her car like her TV, most of her clothes, bathroom needs, a few things for the kitchen, the necessities. Everything she thought she needed to last her until today, but yesterday the moving company called to say they couldn't make it until later than expected. Luckily when she got into town she went into town and stumbled on a neat couch at an antique shop in town. The owner was sweet little old lady who sold it to her for cheap. She was grateful, but she didn't expect to be sleeping on it this long or she would have maybe splurged a little.
Once she stretched a little she knew it was time for coffee, she made her way into the kitchen and after a couple of minutes the aroma of coffee was filling her nearly empty home. She poured her cup and added the perfect mixture of cream and sugar. She took one warm sip before there was a knock at her door.
"Seriously." Sarcastically escaped her lips.
She grabbed the robe off of the back of the couch, not taking the time to tie it before opening the door. Bree was more than a little shocked to see Dean standing in front of her. The green of his eyes almost taking her breath right away.
"Good morning, gorgeous." Dean said with a suggestive tone while eyeing her up and down. She wasn't wearing too much so it made observing her much easier than before. She was wearing a thin white tank top, not leaving much to the imagination along with a pair of boy shorts showing off her quite impressively muscular legs. Dean noted a big scar on her legs near her knee, looked like she had a pretty serious injury and needed surgery. He didn't look too long, not really wanting to make her self conscious about it.
"Dean leave her alone." Sam threw a face to Dean. "I hope we aren't bothering you." Sam says obviously a little embarrassed seeing you in your pajamas.
"I, uh, wasn't expecting company." She gestures to what she's wearing. She wrapped the robe tighter around her and slightly turned red in the checks. "I will, uhm, be right back!"
She turned around briskly and heads into her 'room', hard to call it a bedroom when there's nothing in there but a huge pile of clothes. Grabbing the first jeans she saw and pulling then up over her bottom half. Then grabbing a black hoodie and sliding it on followed by her zipping it up, hoping to hide her form a least a little. Once she was dressed she head back into the living room, not wanting to leave them too long. She sees a smirking Dean and a sweet smile on Sam's lips. Both still standing at the door, never letting themselves in. She couldn't help but think how odd it was for both of them to have such polar opposite personalities and it be so obvious.
"Oh my god, how rude of me, I would have invited you in, but I sort of assumed you would have just.. Coffee?" Skipping over her need to be a "bitch" as she heard from so many people in the past, she decided to leave the last part unfinished.
Dean lets out a laugh followed by a nod. While Sam politely responded and shut the door on his way in. They both make their way into the kitchen just as she gets done pouring both of the cups for her guests. She turns with their cups to sit it on the island for them and there he is.. She avoided being startled too much and managed not to spill coffee all over herself. She huffed a little and looked up at him. Attempting to avoid his terribly beautiful eyes but it didn't work.
"Here's your coffee." She said plainly trying to make it seem like she's unfazed by how close they just were. Bree makes her around Dean and to Sam, handing him his cup with a sweet smile. Where he quietly thanked her with a smile.
Bree pointed to the counter, "I didn't know how you both like it, but cream and sugar are over there." She sat down quietly onto the stool beside Sam.
"It's alright, I like it black." escaped Dean's lips. Drawing her attention to him just in time to see him pull his bottom lip between his teeth only for a moment before taking a sip.
She shook her head and tried to stop her thoughts from heading down that road.
"Nice place, we moved next door a little over a year ago. You're the first person to actually move in here. A lot of families have looked but that's as far as anything ever got." Sam says making conversation.
"Yeah it's more of a single person's house I guess. Is there a reason you're both here ridiculously early in the morning? Or do you two really need a new friend that badly." Letting out one high pitch, overly sarcastic laugh. Making it obvious she was joking, but she really wasn't in the mood to chit chat all morning.
"Well Sammy over here felt bad about not really helping you yesterday. He woke me up so I could get see what's wrong with your car. You see, I'm a mechanic.. really good with my hands." The smirk never leaving his face. "So I went outside to get things going then genius over here realized you had your keys and we had no way to open your hood." He finished smugly.
"Really you guys don't have to worry about it, I saw an auto shop in town and I'm sure that they have a tow truck and can come get my car." She really didn't need to owe two strangers anything before she was even fully moved into this town.
"Well, sweet cheeks, the only 'auto shop' in town we own.. so why not just let me fix it in my garage." Dean trying to make it seem like he was doing this out of the goodness of his heart.
"And I was thinking since you are new here and seemed to be having such a bad time, it would be our pleasure to fix it, no charge." Sam said. Breanna now realizing that Dean was the brawn but Sam was the brains behind it all.
"Wow guys, that's really nice of you. Both of you, but I don't know. I would hate to take advantage of the situation." She almost sounded as shocked as she was.
"It really isn't a problem at all things have been slow for us anyway." Sam spoke with such a sweet and sincere voice.
"And I start to get a little crazy if I sit around to much, gotta keep the hands busy. Besides we wouldn't mind letting you take advantage of us, huh Sammy?" Bree heard Sam huff as he shook his head. She rolled her eyes a little at how full of himself Dean was. She decided to play a little joke on him.
"Well that's very sweet of you, Dean but I'm sure Sam over here keeps your hands busy enough.. I mean look at him. You two are so cute together." Indicating that she assumed they were a couple.
Both of their eyes getting big and almost at the same time, and they never seemed to look so much alike until that moment. "Whoa.. no no no" A mixture of their voices telling her no. Sam follows, "I think you have the wrong idea."
"Yeah, and what do you mean look at him?! What's the matter with me." Dean said almost more hurt by the fact she made it seem like Sam was the one to lust after over the comment about them being together.
She pretends to be shocked. "Oh I just assumed, two good looking men living together have to be gay. And the auto shop of course being a cover up. And please Dean, we can all see through your over macho exterior. Either way.. I say it would be pretty hot." She put emphasis on the 'T' and darted her eyes back and forth between them.
Once again both looked shocked. "Brothers! We are brothers! Gross." Sam said.
Breanna started laughing hard at this point almost forgetting they were sitting there. When she wiped the tears from laughing out of her eyes she saw them both very confused.
"Kidding.. I was kidding." She says trying to gather herself. She grabbed her purse that's on the counter next to her and pulls the keys out. She glances at Dean before tossing them to him where he caught them with one hand quite impressively. His face was still a mixture of hurt and disgust and it was quite cute.
"You both told me your last name was Winchester.." She cleared it up and both of their faces started to relax. "Either way thank you guys.. it would be great if you could help me out. You two may just be the best neighbors a girl could ask for. I'll make dinner for you two sometime to make up for it." Knowing that just about all she had to offer them was her ability to cook decent.
Dean mumbled something about it not being a problem and Sam thanked her for the coffee again before they sat down their mugs and bid their farewells. She laughed one more time to herself before finishing her coffee and making her way up the stairs to shower and start her day.
A little later in the day she had the job interview at the bar in town, the one she missed yesterday and luckily got the manger to meet with her today. After showering and getting ready she wanted to see if Dean had either fixed her car or maybe either of them could give her a ride, or at least give her the number to the taxi service in town. Wearing some tight dark skinny jeans and a low cut black v-neck shirt along with some black wedge heels. Hair down in soft curls over her back with the usual amount of make up just a little extra shadow and some gloss on her lips. Knowing from the first encounter with the manager that all she really needs to do was look the part to get the job.
As she crossed the yard between the boys house and hers she stopped at the front door preparing to knock until she saw the open two- door garage at the boys house were open. A beautiful older model car caught her eye, so she decided to walk over to it. Not even really thinking about it, she let out an impressed noise before running her hand down the side. Thinking she had only seen cars like this on TV or on display. Never up close. She hears a throat being cleared which makes her jump and gasp a little.
"Oh my god! You scared me." As she turns around she sees Dean in a dirty, tight white shirt. Allowing her to almost see every single muscle under his shirt. With grease smeared on his arms even a little on his face she had to swallow deeply. She's never really been into men who get dirty and act overly manly but something about seeing him like this turned her on to him even more. He grabbed a grease covered towel from his back pocket and used it to wipe his hands. He noticed her eyes trailing over his body and he couldn't help himself.
"You like what you see?" Followed by his smirk.
"I didn't mean to stare." She finished quickly.
"I was talking about baby." He said pointing to his car. "But I'll take that as a yes."
Ignoring his question and the red filling her cheeks, now seeing him eye what she is wearing.
"I just came over here to see if you had gotten anywhere with my car.. But seeing as you are still working on it I guess not. I just need to go into town for a quick job interview. I really need this job or I wouldn't even be asking." She explained. "Is Sam inside? I was wondering if he could give me a ride." Not really wanting to spend anymore time alone with Dean than necessary, she knew about guys like him. And it seemed that she couldn't stop herself from being drawn to him despite her brain telling her not to.
"Well, sweet cheeks.." He started but was interrupted.
"You do know my name is Breanna right? Not sweet cheeks?" She said trying to say in a know-it-all voice but it coming out more flirty than anything.
"I think I'm going to stick with sweet cheeks. Sam isn't allowed to drive baby so it looks like you are stuck with me." He crossed his arms over his chest, making the arms in his muscles flex and Bree suddenly felt how hot it was in the garage.
She swallowed hard again at the thought of being alone with Dean in his beautiful car. It made her inner 16 year old think dirty teenage thoughts but she shook her head. She knew Dean couldn't be interested in her, he was just messing with her and it was obvious.
"Okay Dean, thanks." She grinned at him but knew this day just suddenly took a turn.. For better or for worse.