AU where there's no hunters or monsters or demons, just a couple of normal brothers living together while Sam attends Stanford. Enjoy and please drop a review!

Y/N = Your Name

The little doorbell jingles as you enter the semi-busy diner. It was around three in the afternoon, so most people had already had lunch and left, but there were still a few customers speckling the interior.

You approach the bar and plop down on a stool with a heavy sigh. Breakups fucking suck, you think quietly to yourself. Anger, resentment, and heartbreak still roil inside you, but you're not gonna cry anymore, got that? No more crying. You fist your hands until your knuckles turn white and your fingernails cut painfully into your palms.

"Hey Y/N, you okay?"

You look up to see a waitress wearing a concerned expression standing in front of you. You muster up a smile. "Hey, Maggie. Yeah, I'm okay," you reply. "Just, life, you know?"

Her concern morphs into empathy and she pops her gum. "I've seen that look," she says. "Something happen between you and Brandon?"

You nod, blowing out a breath. "Son of a bitch cheated on me. Walked right in on it, too. In my bed."

"Damn!" Maggie scowls. "You want me to kill him?"

You laugh. "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks. I already shoved a blue sharpie up his ass, dragged him outside and threw him in the dumpster like the piece of trash he is."

Maggie stares at you as if trying to tell whether or not you're joking.

You smirk proudly. "I'm not joking."

A smile slowly spreads across her face. "Okay girl, you know what? Your order is on the house."

Your eyes widen in shock. "What? No, you don't have to—"

She holds up a hand to cut you off. "Trust me honey, I've been through that kind of shit, and I didn't handle it nearly as well as you have. So I think you deserve a free meal. No arguments, just accept it."

You look down at your lap with a small laugh. "Alright then."

Your meal is excellent, especially since it's free. Even though you're still upset about the events from earlier today, the burden has lessened a little.

You've just received your order of a slice of apple pie for dessert when you hear a voice off to your right: "Dean, no, leave the girl alone."

Curious, you turn to see what's going on—and look straight into the candy-apple green eyes of the hottest man you've ever seen.

He and another guy were sitting three seats away from you. He was giving you—and the pie?—the most suggestive look ever. You never thought you'd be in to rugged-looking guys, but he was definitely an exception. He's clad in a leather jacket, flannel shirt and worn jeans that had probably seen their hay day about five years ago. His short blondish hair has that messy-but-hot style that a lot of guys try to achieve but just can't pull off. His face is literally nothing but perfect, and you're already cooking up fantasies that involved kissing those wonderful lips.

He winks—and your inner self starts shrieking and flapping her hands.

You mentally shake yourself. Get a grip, Y/N, he's just a dude—oh, god, he's coming over here!

You take a breath and try to steady yourself as best you can, but your heart is about to pound right out of your chest.

Finally, green eyes is sitting right next to you. "Hey there," he says with an easy smile.

"Hi," you respond, trying not to grin like an idiot. You glance over his shoulder at the other guy, who had rolled his eyes and thrown his hands up in exasperation when green eyes left. "Who's that?" You question in amusement.

He waves a dismissive hand. "That's just my brother, Sam. I'm Dean, by the way. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He grins. "A pretty name to go with a pretty face."

You rolled your eyes, the excitement within you starting to taper off. Sure, he's unbelievably hot, but this guy is obviously a man-whore just looking for a hookup. And after today you don't need any of that, you just want to go home and read a book or watch TV.

You take a bite of your pie. "Mhm."

"Hey, what do you say we get together sometime? You could come over to my place."

You shake your head. "I'm good, thanks."

"Oh, come on—"

You turn to glare at him, irritated. "About an hour ago, I just walked into my bedroom to find my loving boyfriend with his legs wrapped around another girl's neck, in my own bed. So forgive me if I'm not in the mood to indulge your fuck-and-run fantasy."

He stares at you in shock. "Uh . . . okay," he sputters. "I-I'm sorry . . . " He quickly scuttles back over to his seat, and you can see his brother laughing at him.

You feel a twinge of guilt as you turn back to your pie. That was kind of rude.

Well, he wouldn't leave me alone!

But you didn't have to snap at him like that.

"Urgh." You rub your temples and set your fork down.

"You finished, sweetie?"

You look back up at Maggie. "Yeah, I am," you smile, "and thanks again."

"It's no trouble! I'll see you later, and don't hesitate to call me if you need somebody to talk to."

"I'll do that." You slide off the stool, grab your purse and head out the door.

You've just reached your car when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"Y/N! Wait!"

You turn to see—what was his name?—Dean—jogging towards you. You hold up your car key, gripping the base in your fist with the key sticking up between your fingers. "I will cut you," you say with a glare.

He stops a several feet away and holds up his hands. "Whoa, hey, I just came out here to apologize."

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I was a total dick in there," he continues, "and for that, I'm sorry."

You study him suspiciously for a moment, but he seems sincere. You lower your key with a sigh. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"Hey, don't about it," he says, waving off your apology. "I deserved it." Now that you're not pointing a weapon at him, he comes closer and leans against your car. "You wanna hang out sometime? Not a hookup," he says quickly, "Just a couple of drinks or something."

You chew the inside of your cheek in indecision.

"Come on," he says, "this way I can make it up to you for today."

You sigh. "Okay, fine. But drinks are on you."

He grins—a real grin this time, not a flirty one—and your heart just about melts right there. "Done!" He says. "You know where Baby Bird's is? We could meet there."

"Yeah, I know where it is. When do you want to meet?"

"Does tonight at seven work?"

"Sure."

"Awesome," he smiles. "See you then." He waves before turning and heading back inside.

You feel a giddy smile spread across your face as you get in your car. Maybe today won't be so bad after all.

TBC.

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