The Name's Dean

Thinking About You

Dean wiped his hands on the greasy rag in his belt. "Bobby, this truck is gonna need a lot of love!" He yelled to his boss. Bobby laughed. "The guy got into a six-car pile-up! Of course it will, ya idgit!" Dean grinned. "I'm taking a break." He sighed, grabbing a beer out of the mini fridge and plopping himself down on the old, broken couch. "How's Sam?" Bobby asked, moving Dean's feet so he could sit down. "Pretty good, I think. He started school today though, so that should be interesting." Dean said. "I'm sure he'll be fine. What about you? How have you been?" Dean leaned forward, his head down. "Honestly, I just wanna get out of this damn body. I think I'm a quarter of the way there too!" He said sarcastically. Top surgery, to reduce or take off your boobs, was a lot of money. And even then he still wanted bottom surgery. And testosterone. "I can up your pay if you'd like." Bobby suggested. "No. You have enough to worry about." Dean said. He stood up. "I'm gonna get back to work now. Thanks for the talk." "Don't mention it." Bobby raised himself off the couch with a groan and walked back into his office, thinking.

Sam shut the door and slid down it. "Dean..." He groaned. Dean came out of the kitchen with a smile on his face. "School went well, I take it?" He laughed. Sam glared at him. "It woke me up too dang early. But I did meet some people. Castiel Novak showed me around a little bit. He's Gabe's brother." Sam said with a sad smile. "Hey, I'm sure everything is gonna work out. Besides, if he's ignoring you just because you think you're gay, why would you even want to be friends with him?" Dean said, wrapping his arms around Sam. Sam hugged back. "How was your day?" He asked. Dean rubbed a hand behind his neck. "I worked on a car and talked with Bobby. I had an alright day." Dean said. Sam's flip phone rang suddenly. He pulled it out of his pocket and read the name on the screen. "Hey, you ok?" Dean asked, staring worriedly at his now pale little brother. "Y-yeah. Be right back." He said vaguely, shaking slightly. He raced upstairs and shut the door with a loud bang.

"G-Gabriel?" He stuttered. "Hi, Sam. I...uh... Look, can you meet me at the park in about ten minutes?" Sam nodded. "Done." Gabriel ended the call and Sam dashed off to get ready. He rummaged through his closet, finding nothing particularly nice. He realized his entire wardrobe was flannel shirts, all except for one tux, which was two sizes too small. He sighed, picking out a brown and red flannel. He threw on jeans and tried desperately to brush his majestic mane of brown hair. He groaned, seeing that his hair was going to be stubborn today, of all days. Sam debated about wearing his beige coat, regarding it useless in the end, before dashing out the door, Dean staring bewildered after him.

A/N:
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