Supernatural short stories

GWH He's back

Dean showed up to work the next morning.

"Where you've been, son?" Bobby asked.

Dean sighed, "Bobby I'm sorry I-"

"Zip it. If it were anyone else I would've fired them."

"You're... not gonna fire me?"

"Only if you're honest with me," he put his hands on Dean's shoulders, "You getting inta drugs again?"

Dean swallowed, "No, no Bobby. I was just.. working through some stuff after, you know, after the trial."

Bobby's face softened, "That's good son," he took his hands off Dean, "but you didn't answer my calls you didn't text me."

"Come on Bobby, you're starting to sound like all the girls from the bar."

"Yeah real funny. Don't let it happen again."

"I won't Bobby."

Bobby patted Dean on the shoulder and ushered him off to work. Dean went into the shop and started with a couple of basic oil changes. While he was doing things with his hands, he found it easier to think. He reflected on what Cas had said. About his family. About life. About things getting better. Dean couldn't say he really believed any of it, but he liked working on cars. He shouldn't have stopped going to work. Something about cars... there's just always a fix. Even though he's been a mechanic for his entire life. He never got tired of it.

He didn't realize it, but he started to sing to the Van Halen song blasting on the radio. Bobby watched Dean and smiled, he hadn't sung in a long time.

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Sam had a later class that night so Dean made dinner. He decided to make what he knew was one of Sam's favorites, even if he didn't admit to it, spaghetti and meatballs.

Sam got home just as the meatballs were done. Sam stopped in the entrance of the kitchen. Dean looked at his brother and saw a little smile tug at the corner of Sam's lips.

"Is- is that meatballs? Did you make spaghetti and meatballs?"

Dean couldn't stop the small laugh, "yeah man, hope you're hungry."

Sam eagerly put his bag down and got two plates out of the cabinet. "Beer?" he asked Dean.

"Yeah," Dean answered mixing the red sauce into the spaghetti. Sam cracked the beers open and sat down as Dean dumped the food onto both of their plates.

"How was class?"

"Fine, just another lecture."

"Take notes?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "yes I did, but nothing was really more worthy."

"Nonsense. Hey wait is this the class you and Eileen share?"

"Yeah."

"So when you said you were heading out early, what you meant was you went to Eileen's place and," he raised his eyebrows.

"No Dean, stop! I mean yes I went to her apartment but it wasn't like that! We-" Sam looked down and mumbled, "we were playing Mario Kart."

Dean laughed, "Well did you win? What am I talking about I bet she kicked your ass."

Sam sighed, "yes but I bet she could kick your ass too."

"Pftt no way. I always beat you."

"Yeah, well no, ok most of the time, but in your words," he used air quotes, "even a half-asleep six-year-old could beat me."

"Yeah, because you suck!"

"Ok so beating me you're saying you have the same skill level as a half-asleep six-year-old."