The cold wind wrapped it's long slender fingers around you the moment you stepped outside. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh rain, and smiled. This was the time of year you lived for. Pumpkins were piled in boxes at the store and soon they would be placed on every door step, different faces on every one. Leaves scattered in the wind, blanketing the ground in their brilliant colors. the sleeves of your seater fell down well past your fingertips, but you didn't care. In fact you loved it. You curled your hands into fists around the warm fabric, tucking them under your arms tight against your body. Your glasses perched on the tip of your nose. The converse on your feet made little to no sound as you tread down the street, humming softly to yourself. When you reached the store you smiled and greeted the pumpkins. "Hello Lovelys,"
"I take it you're Y
?"
You spun on your heel, coming face to chest with a tall man. Your eyes traveled up to his face, bright green orbs staring back at you.
"Depends on who's asking, handsome." You flashed a cheeky smile, to which he responded with a smirk.
"Sam said you would be the one talking to the fruit."
"First, pumpkins are squash, not fruit, and second, you're Dean?" You tried to remain calm on the outside, but your mind was doing cart wheels at the mention of your best friend.
"Depends on who's asking, beautiful."
Your mouth opened to respond and try to wipe that adorable smirk off his face, but you didn't have time as long arms swept you up into the air.
"Y
!"
"Sam!" A giggle escaped your throat as the gentle giant swung you in circles, your feet hanging in the air. It had been three years since you last saw Sam, sure you had talked often but you hadn't met face to face. And you still hadn't. "Samuel, put me down!"
"Never!" He threw you over his shoulder, tickling your sides. There was nothing you could do but thrash about, trusting that he wouldn't drop you. When your feet finally hit solid ground again you turned and hugged Sam. The scent that was distinctly him filled your nostrils as you burrowed into his flannel shirt. His chest shook with the deep chuckle that he emitted.
"It's nice to see you, Shorty."
"As you, Samantha." You could feel Sam take a deep breath to protest his hated nickname, but a different voice floated through your ears.
"Ah, puppy love is so cute. Get a room or break it up, I'm still here you know."
"Oh Y
, this is Dean, my brother." Sam pulled away, taking his warmth with him.
"We met, sorrda." You smiled. "You're they one that stole Sam from Stanford. What did you guys do after that anyway?"
"Oh, um..."
You watched Dean flounder for a moment as he tried to remember if Sam had said you knew about hunting or not. You and Sam had met at Stanford your first year there. It had been fall, just like now, and you were headed to the coffee shop to get a Pumpkin Chi Latte. You had been so engrossed in the beauty around you, you had failed to see the beauty right in front of you till it was to late. After he picked you up off the ground he offered to buy you your coffee. How could you resist? The two of you had become instant best friends, and nothing more. Every one thought you were a couple because of the way you acted around each other. It wasn't until after you set Sam up with Jess that they left you guys alone.
"Well, you see... Um, Sam?"
"Chill Dean, she knows. She's just messing with you." Sam ignored his brothers miffed expression and grabbed your hand. "So what's first?"
