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Long Live BRUCAS- Sometimes big siblings just know what you need to do.

Shazza19- Yes! It is Our Town! I figured it would be perfect to tie with canon.

On with the show!


Dean pulled into the driveway and parked the car. He just finished his first late shift helping his coworkers with inventory and restocking. Lots of heavy lifting boxes and mindlessly counting practically everything in the store. To say he was tired was an understatement. And the boy digs up graves!

Bobby looked up from his book as Dean walked in through the door. "Bout time. I was thinking of sending out a search team."

Dean moaned and entered the room. He collapsed on the other end of the couch. "What are you researching?"

"Jane Austin."

Dean looked horrified. "Who are you and what have you done with Bobby?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "It's called reading for pleasure boy. Ya might wanna try it."

"Pass," Dean said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the arm of the couch. "I'm good."

"There's leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry."

Dean moaned. Food sounded so good right now but he did not feel like getting off the couch. Luckily Sam came down the stairs and went straight into the kitchen.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled. Bobby smacked him with his book. Dean ignored him. "Bring me food!"

"No!" Sam yelled back.

"Please!?"

"No!"

"I'll be nice to you!"

Sam let out a loud "HA!"

"What's the point of having a little brother if you can't make him do shit for you?" Dean asked Bobby jokingly, making sure he was still loud enough for Sam to hear.

Sam appeared in the den with two apples and threw one at Dean's chest. Dean felt offended.

"That's not food!" he argued.

"You didn't specify what type!" Sam yelled as he ran back up the stairs.

"Bobby?"

"You're old enough to work the stove by yourself," Bobby responded without taking his eyes off his book.

Dean groaned. "Fine! I'll do it myself!" He pulled himself off the couch and shuffled into the kitchen, throwing whatever he could find and tossing the plate into the microwave. Realizing Bobby and his book weren't going to be entertaining, he thought he would go upstairs and see what Sam was doing. He found Sam on his stomach on his bed munching on his apple staring at his binder.

"How the lines coming?" Dean asked. He sat on his bed and crossed his legs, setting his plate on his lap.

Sam swallowed. "Fine." He took another bite of the apple and turned the page he was staring at.

"How are your practices?" Dean asked with a mouthful of whatever he got. It looked like lasagna.

"Rehearsal," Sam corrected. He sat up on the bed and handed Dean the binder. "Quiz me?"

Dean happily took the binder and flipped to a random page. He found one practically covered in yellow highlighter.

"Mr. Morgan, I'll have to go home and get the money to pay you for this. It'll only take me a minute," Dean read off the page. It was the line right before one of Sam's.

"What's that? George Gibbs, do you mean to tell me…" Dean chuckled at Sam's small attempt of acting before continuing.

"Yes, but I had reasons, Mr. Morgan. Look, here's my gold watch to keep until I come back with the money."

"That's all right. Keep your watch. I'll trust you."

"I'll be back in five minutes."

"Well. Now we're ready-"

"Nope."

Sam was caught off guard. "No?" he said, sounding disappointed.

"I'll trust you ten years, George," Dean said, reading the first part of Sam's line.

Sam took the binder away. "Damn it! I keep forgetting that one!" he whined.

"It's just one line Sam," Dean said, shoving more food in his mouth.

"It's not just a line! It's a cue for George!"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't know what that means but you still got time to get it."

Sam flopped back onto his stomach and continued studying his script. He mumbled lines quietly to himself over and over. Dean just sat on the bed and ate his dinner.

After a few minutes, Sam gave up. "I'm taking a shower," he said, slamming the binder shut and dropping it on the floor.

Dean finished eating and took his dishes out to the kitchen. He went back to the bedroom and decided he was too tired to shower next so he just changed out of his work clothes and climbed into bed, leaving the light on for Sam. Curious, Dean picked up Sam's binder and started flipping through script pages. Sam had a lot more lines highlighted than Dean thought. And he had a bunch of notes in the margins that Dean had no idea how to translate. Dean flipped to the last page... and found a phone number written next to an A and a heart. Sam finally came back into the bedroom.

"Dude."

"What?" Sam asked, completely oblivious.

Dean grinned. "Who's A?"

"No one."

Dean smiled bigger. "Wait... Is she that girl that has a crush on you?"

"She doesn't have a crush on me!" Sam snapped. He snatched the binder back and shoved it in his backpack.

"She sings and twirls her hair when she talks to you. That's like preteen girl crush 101."

Sam annoyingly flipped the light off and climbed into his bed, determined to continue to ignore Dean.

"She the reason you took a twenty-minute shower?" Dean continued to tease, knowing Sam had been taking a lot of those lately.

Sam didn't respond.

Dean cheered. "Yeah! Sammy!"

"Do you always have to be so obnoxious!?" Sam snapped again, his plan backfiring.

"Kinda. It's my job."

Sam groaned and shoved his pillow over his face. Even in the dark, Dean could see how red his face was.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about."

"It is when you won't stop talking about it!"

"Alright, alright. I'll stop."

Sam rolled over in his bed. Dean stayed on his back and put his hands behind his head.

"My baby brother, all grown up," Dean said quietly, followed by the whooshing sound of a pillow flying across the room and landing on his bed.


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