Sam came home from school on Friday and started
dinner. Dean didn’t make it home until
6:30. He was covered with grease and
looked exhausted. The older boy headed
straight for the bathroom and a shower.
Fifteen minutes later, Dean entered kitchen and sat
down at the table and sighed.
“Man, I’m beat, Sammy.
We had an engine with a cracked block and the damned owner wouldn’t
believe it. I took it all the way down
so he could see. Now, he’s haggling
price. Told my boss he doesn’t want to
pay top price for a kid.”
Sam set a beer on the table and place the food bowls
down. He grabbed a beer and joined his
brother.
“What did your boss tell him?”
Dean grinned, “He told him he could either put it back
together himself or pay me the going rate.”
“Well, you’re good enough to get the rate, Dean.”
“Thanks. How was
your day at school?”
Sam blushed, “I have a date.”
“All right!”
It’s next Saturday night and it’s the Fall
Festival. Can I use the car?”
“Hell, yeah! My
Sammy’s growing up.”
“I’ve had dates before.”
“Not without me driving,” Dean replied with a grin.
Sam smiled, feeling proud to have the use of Dean’s
baby.
Castiel wondered what Dean find to do without
transportation.
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