Kathy - Dude I'm so excited to have Sam help out at the shop. I have some ideas...

Long Live BRUCAS - Hmmmm will Sam and Dean continue to get along? Can they work together?

Also, I'm going to start incorporating some characters from Supernatural (and maybe The Winchesters) that obviously doesn't match canon but will work perfectly fine with this story so don't let that stop you or think it's going to get weird. It won't be a lot, but just a little cameo. This is an AU equivalent after all.

On with the show!


"Stop staring."

"Oh, come on!"

"No."

"Just a little?"

"Mom."

"Around the sides?"

"Mom."

"At least your bangs. I can't even see your eyes anymore. I miss seeing your handsome face."

"I'm a grown man! I can wear my hair how I want to."

Mary didn't like that answer. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a car horn honking outside.

Sam looked at his watch. "Shit, I'm late!" He ran over to the sink and quickly rinsed out his cereal bowl.

Mary followed him out to the front door. "Have a good first day!" she said way too excitedly. She kissed him on the cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too," Sam mumbled out of obligation. He threw his jacket over his work polo (really Dean, polos?) and ran out the door towards Dean's car waiting at the edge of the driveway.

"What the hell, man?" Dean yelled out the rolled-down window. "Take extra time to do your makeup?"

Sam rolled his eyes as he opened the door. "Sorry, Mom was hounding me."

"About what?"

"Does it matter?" Sam groaned as he sat down and buckled his seatbelt.

Dean noticed their mom standing in the doorway, waving them goodbye. They both waved back and Dean drove off down the street.


Bored out of his mind, Sam spun around on the barstool behind the counter. Because of the weather, it had been a slow day at the shop. Only a handful of appointments and one walk-in. Unless people showed up to pick up their car and check out, he didn't have anything to do.

"How's it going?" Dean asked, dropping a bag of sandwiches on the counter.

"You guys need a tv or radio or something," Sam commented. "It's too quiet."

Dean tossed one of the sandwiches at him. "To be fair, no one usually sits in here all day."

Sam unrolled the wrapping and made a disgusted face.

"What? You don't eat ham and cheese anymore?" Dean asked, hurt by his brother's lack of appreciation.

"They put tomato on it," Sam mumbled, picking it off and tossing it on a napkin.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Wuss." He walked over to the back door leading out to the garage. "Bobby! Food's here!"

The other mechanic for the day, and old-time family friend, Bobby came into the office. "Thanks, son," he said, taking the sandwich and going into the breakroom. "By the way, that car you've been looking for was dropped off while you were gone."

"Shut up!" Dean said, sounding like a teenage girl. He did a little happy dance in excitement. Sam was wondering where his brother went for a minute. "Holy shit, Sam, come on, you gotta see this!" He grabbed Sam's hand and dragged him to the back of the garage where a beat-up 67 Impala sat.

"What is this?" Sam asked.

"This is an anniversary present for Mom and Dad," Dean explained. "Assuming I can clean it up in time."

Sam was confused. "You got them a car?"

"A car?" Dean scoffed. "This is what they drove before you and I existed, dude."

Sam laughed. No way his parents were that cool to own a sports car. "Yeah right."

"Wanna help with it?" Dean offered. "I could do all the technical shit but it's going to need a lot of cosmetic work too."

Sam thought about it. Dean was obviously very excited about this and he didn't want to ruin it. "I don't know..."

"Eh, whatever. It's not like you could get them anything better anyway," Dean teased.

Sam was offended. "Fine, I'll help you."

Dean clapped in excitement again and Sam swore he heard him squeal. "This is going to be so much fun!"


The two brothers walked in through the front door, laughing and joking about their workday, looking forward to family dinner, when they found both their parents standing in the living room in front of the television.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

"Sammy," Mary said, walking over to him and gently pulling him into a hug. It was clear she had been crying.

Sam and Dean exchanged a scared look.

"Dad?" Dean asked again, hoping someone would give them an answer.

All John could do was turn up the volume on the television.

"Breaking news from Palo Alto Police Department," the news reporter announced, "law enforcement needs your help finding what they believe might be a serial killer copycat wanted for a double murder two weeks ago. Twenty-one-year-old Jessica Moore was pregnant and a student at Stanford University when an unidentified man broke into the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, killing her and her unborn child. The crime scene is similar to those in a string of unsolved murders across the country in the 80s, leading police to believe this is likely a copycat killer. The suspect has been added to the FBI most wanted list and they are conducting a nationwide manhunt."

Everyone looked at Sam. He could feel his family staring, but he felt too numb and his mind was too busy racing to notice. Why hadn't anyone warned him about this? Why didn't anyone tell him anything? This was all news to him. He didn't about any of it. There was no actual way Jess was pregnant, was she?

The next thing Sam knew, he was dry heaving into the upstairs toilet as his family waited downstairs, trying to figure out what to do now.


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