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Sam rushed down the driveway towards the car, slamming the door behind him. "Drive." he demanded.

Dean took a sip from the coffee he was holding. "The fuck got you so freaked?"

"Dude, I can't take it with Mom anymore! She is everywhere." Sam confessed, emphasizing the word.

"So?" Dean asked. "Tell her to back off."

"I CAN'T!" Sam exclaimed. "She's in the kitchen making me food, she's in the basement doing my laundry, she's in the bathroom while I'm in the shower asking if I had a clean towel!" Dean let out a loud laugh. "This morning she came into my room while I-"

Sam bit his tongue to stop before he got too ahead of himself.

"While you what?" Dean asked. Sam didn't answer. "Come on, I can't help ya if you don't tell me."

Sam's face turned redder than a tomato.

The worse thing imaginable popped into Dean's head. "NO!" he gasped, horrified for his little brother.

"Don't." Sam warned.

"Did she see anything?"

"DEAN!"

"Oh, man! That's ballsy dude!" Dean said, bursting into laughter again. "No pun intended." Sam reached over and smacked him upside the head, causing Dean to swerve a little. "OW! Sam, I'm driving!"

"I was under the blanket," Sam muttered, almost out of spite.

"You need to get laid," Dean commented.

Something about that made Sam nervous. "No, I don't."

"Uh yeah, ya do!" Dean took another sip of coffee. "Make you a deal, you can come stay for a little bit if you go out with me tonight."

"How is that fair?" Sam snapped.

"It's not," Dean answered simply, "Come on, we'll have a couple drinks, watch Bobby do some karaoke, get you to know the guys in the shop. What do you say?"

Sam whined. "Can't you just leave me your key?"

Dean groaned. "Damn it, Sam!"

"I'll let you in this time!" Sam said, referencing an incident that happened when they were younger. "I promise!"

"I already promised the guys I'd join them tonight," Dean said. Sam didn't respond so Dean resorted to: "Would you rather I drop you off back here with her?"

Sam pouted. "Fine."

Dean smiled, satisfied with that answer. He looked over at Sam picking at a hole in his jeans. "I love you," he teased.

"Shut up!"


"Alright, when you're ready, you can swipe your card."

Sam waited behind the counter as an older gentleman fumbled with his wallet to pull out a credit card and swipe it in the card reader. Sam smirked as the man mumbled something about this new damn technology.

"Have a nice day!" he said cheerfully, handing the man his keys and finishing out the checkout. The man didn't even mumble a thanks. Rude.

"How's it going Sam-derella?" Dean said, coming into the shop from the parking lot and dropping off a set of car keys that clearly belonged to a girl.

"You have the rudest customer base," Sam told him. "Not one 'thank you' or 'have a good day' back all day."

The bell to the shop rang as a 20-something-year-old girl walked in through the door. Instinctively, remembering their conversation earlier, Dean practically threw Sam into the counter to greet her.

"Hi!" she said, all smiley and cheery. "I'm picking up from an oil change."

Sam struggled to find his words. "W-what's the name?"

Dean snorted, still standing behind him. Sam threw his hand back and smacked his brother in the stomach.

"Tiffany Adams."

Sam typed the last name into the computer, pulling up the girl's information.

"Blue BMW?"

The girl smiled. "That's the one!"

Dean pulled out the keyset he just had a minute earlier and tossed it across the counter. "Here ya go. All good to go."

She sighed. "Thank you so, so much! I'm so embarrassed for even bringing it. Usually, my dad does it but I'm kinda on my own right now."

"No problem. That's why we're here," Dean said. "Right Sam?"

Sam just nodded and pointed to the card reader. "Whenever you're ready."

The girl swiped her card. "Have a good day!" she sang as she left the shop. Both boys watched her get into the car out front and drive off.

"She wasn't rude," Dean said, winking at his brother and grabbing his next set of keys.


After they closed the shop for the day, Dean took Sam home so he could pack a few things and spend the weekend at Dean's. Just to get away from his parents for a little bit.

"Hi honey!" Mary said from the couch where she was reading. "How was work?"

Still embarrassed from this morning, Sam ran right up the stairs, avoiding her as much as possible.

"Is he okay?" Mary asked, looking over at Dean still standing in the doorway.

"He's fine. He's gonna pack a bag and stay with me for the weekend," Dean explained.

Mary frowned. "Why? Did something happen?"

Dean shrugged. "Just some brother bonding time, you know?"

"Brother bonding time?"

"What? Is it so hard to believe my little brother would want to hang out with me?" Dean joked.

Mary rolled her eyes. "No, of course not."

Dean crossed over and sat next to his mom on the couch. "We need to talk."

Mary set her book down and faced him. "Of course baby. Is everything okay with you?"

"You need to let up on Sam," Dean said, practically whispering. Mary went to object, but Dean stopped her. "He's twenty-two Mom. And I know you're just looking out for him, given everything, but this whole-" Dean waved his arms around -"Stepford Mom act is weirding us all out, okay? He took care of himself for almost four years without us. I think he'll be fine if you give him a little space."

Mary blushed and looked away. She could admit she may have overstepped a little. "I guess I just wanted to make sure he knew someone was here for him if he needed it."

Dean grabbed her hand. "He knows that, Mom. But he's got all of us too, okay?"

Mary nodded in agreement. "Fine. I'll stand down."

Sam came running down the stairs with his overnight bag. "I'm ready!" he announced sounding like a little kid excited for a sleepover.

"Have fun with your brother," Mary told him, "Please don't be the reason the cops show up at my door tonight."

They gave her hugs goodbye and left for Dean's.


"Alright," Dean said, picking a spot at the bar. "Pick your poison."

Sam looked over the drink menu on the counter. "Beer."

"Noooo," Dean groaned. "Four years of college and you pick beer?" He scoffed. "Four tequila shots," he told the bartender.

Sam was shocked. "I am not doing four tequila shots!"

"We're splitting them dumbass," Dean answered. "I'm gonna need to get just as wasted to forget that I brought you to a bar just to order beer and embarrass yourself."

The bartender brought over the shots and set two in front of each of them. Dean threw his back-to-back. Sam, on the other hand, carefully studied the liquid before taking a sip of it.

"Uh uh," Dean said, desperate to stop the kid from embarrassing himself. Has he ever fucking drank like ever? The hell was he doing at college anyway? "No, you gotta throw it back." Dean motioned his hand and head to demonstrate.

"Throw it back?" Sam repeated as if he had never heard this before.

"Yeah, uh, pretend it's that crap Mom used to give us when we were sick."

"Cough syrup?"

"Yes!" Dean snapped his fingers. "That! Pretend it's that!"

Sam looked back at the drink and made a face.

Dean rolled his eyes. "What?"

"I like the taste of cough syrup," Sam admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

Dean didn't hesitate with: "Of course you do you fucking weirdo."

It was a slight struggle but Sam managed to down the two shots. The rest of the auto shop arrived, ordering their respective drinks and spreading out throughout the small bar. Sam zoned out. He wasn't really interested in getting to know the rest of the people who worked at his dad's shop. He knew that might come across badly, but Sam was just the receptionist. He didn't know how to talk to these guys, let alone bond with them. No matter how many times Dean tried, and failed, to bring him into the conversations.

"I'll be back," Sam said, standing from the booth they were now occupying with Bobby and someone else and making his way to the restroom. The urinals looked disgusting so Sam went into a stall.

He heard the door open. "Sam? Are you okay? You're pretty quiet out there."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, Dean."

"Good, cause you'll never guess who just walked in."

"Who?"

"Wash your hands and come see for yourself."

The door closed. Sam finished and exited the restroom. Dean was still standing in the hallway. When he noticed his brother come back out, he nodded towards a girl at the bar. "Wasn't that the nice chick from the shop earlier?"

Sam looked to where Dean was. Tiffany. The girl with the BMW.

"I'm good," Sam said suddenly.

Dean laughed. His brother was so flustered it was adorable. "Go talk to her. She's cute! Plus she was totally flirty with you earlier."

"She was not!"

Dean had an evil look in her eye. "Hey Tiffany!" he shouted. The girl turned around and noticed them standing in the corner. She obviously recognized them too, waving nicely back.

"Seriously," Dean said quietly. "Go order your stupid beer and just talk to the pretty girl for one drink."

Sam swallowed nervously and nodded. He shuffled over to the bar.


Dean lost sight of his brother. It had been over half an hour. Guess Tiffany was sick of sitting at the bar. Last he saw they went around the corner towards the billiards table. Dean wasn't too worried about it. Like he told their mom: Sammy's a big boy now and he doesn't need anyone hovering over him like a helicopter parent or sibling or whatever. He wasn't going anywhere; Dean had the car and apartment keys. Sam knows where he's at.

As soon as Sam crossed Dean's mind, it was like he was magically summoned, because Sam showed up, looking even more flustered and upset. "Can we go?"

"What? What are you talking about? What happened?"

Sam just headed quickly for the door, slamming it open.

Dean turned back to the guys. "Guess we're calling it a night!" he said, trying to make a joke to cover for his brother's little scene.

Dean went outside to find Sam, sitting on the ground next to the car.

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean asked, starting to get worried. "Are you sick?"

Sam's breathing was shaky and his lip was trembling. Dean unlocked the car, helping the tipsy Sam in the passenger seat. He grabbed an oil collection pan from the trunk (What? So Dean takes supplies from the shop sometimes) and handed it to Sam. "If you're gonna hurl, use this."

Sam took the pan and folded in half on the seat. Dean didn't want to leave just yet with his brother mid-panic attack so they just sat in the car in the dark parking lot until it passed.

Dean finally cleared his throat and spoke up. "Was it the girl?"

Sam sniffled and sat back up in the seat. "Yeah," he said, barely able to get the word out.

"She do something?"

"No."

"Then what?"

Sam's crying turned to laughter. Troubling laughter. "Jess is fucking dead and I feel like I'm cheating on her!"

Dean felt like someone punched him in the gut. He now realized how lowkey insensitive he had been all day. "Yeah... yeah that's my bad buddy. I'm sorry."

"No!" Sam screamed. "No, I'm not mad! I mean, what, I'm just supposed to accept Jess was my one true love and never interact with another girl ever again? Like I'm a fucking widower at twenty-two or some shit?"

Maybe Sam was drunker than Dean thought. "What happened, Sam?"

"She kissed me!" Sam said, still screaming. "We were playing billiards, badly might I mention, and she couldn't figure out how to get the balls to bounce off each other so I showed her and she turned around and kissed me!"

Dean nodded in understanding. "And that's when you flipped out?" Sam nodded. "Why though? Cause you felt like you were cheating on Jess?"

"No, it's more like-" Sam tried to find the right wording. "Okay, if I tell you something, will you promise not to be mean about it?"

Dean smirked. "Come on, when have I ever done that?"

Sam took a deep breath. "Before Jessica... let's just say I've never been with anyone," he slowly confessed.

"What, like she was your first girlfriend? I know that. So what?"

"Yes, but I'm saying I've never been with anyone. Like that before." Dean was confused. Sam made a gesture. "You know... intimately?"

The dots slowly started connecting in Dean's brain. He didn't want to be insensitive more so than already, but he just couldn't hold back anymore. "NO!" he snorted. "No way she's the only girl you've had sex with!" he looked over at Sam wishing he could slip under the dash and disappear. "Was Jess really your first!?"

"Dean," Sam whined, already regretting everything.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to laugh just... are you sure we're related!?"

Sam started crying again. He folded back over the front seat, holding his face in his hands. Dean immediately stopped laughing.

"Alright, I'll stop. I'm sorry."

Sam wiped his face and gathered himself.

"Not even at prom?" Dean couldn't help but ask.

"I wanted it to be with someone I knew really liked me."

Dean thought back to his first time with Lisa. They were in love. Maybe a little young, but in love. "I get it, man," he said, patting Sam's shoulder and starting the car, hoping to get Sam home and sleep it all off. Bonus points if he doesn't remember any of this tomorrow.


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