Typical Love

The Start

"Sammy! There's a job open!" Dean exclaimed as he ran through the door of the apartment. Sam had been waiting months to get a job at his brother's law firm, even if it was tiny. He almost went to school for law, but got distracted by hunting. The Winchester family used to trophy hunt, but both Sam and Dean quit. Only Dean was able to afford to go to college afterwards and became a lawyer (Sam didn't understand why, maybe it was revenge on their father, who knows). So, getting into a big law firm like this is huge for Sam, a big step in the right direction.

"Really? What is it?" Sam shot up from his chair and went over to Dean.

Dean shuffles through some files and finds a job description. It was a receptionist. "The receptionist just quit,"

Sam grabs the paper out of Dean's hand, knocking Dean's briefcase onto the floor, spilling paper everywhere. Both of them quickly leaned down and gathered the papers and messily put them back in the brief case (which was probably messy in the first place). Sam skimmed through the job description looking for the highlights.  The job made a pretty nice amount of money, and had good hours. Hell, he would take the job even if it sucked.

"So? What do you think?" Dean asked looking over Sam's shoulder.

"Its great! I'll take it!" Sam yelled excitedly.

"Awesome!" Dean hugged Sam for a second, then quickly pulled away. "How about a celebratory dinner, on me?" Dean held up a brown paper bag that had grease stains on the sides.

Sam grabbed the bag out of Dean's hand, smiling and obviously excited from his new job. He looked in and found a salad. Dean hates salad, so this was for Sam.

They sat at the dinner table, with the TV playing in the background. They were watching Ghostbusters, with Dean's occasional interjections throughout the movie, such as "Oh come on, why did you do that?" etc. Sam always liked Ghostbusters, but up until lately, his family never cared for it.

As time wore on, Dean started to crash on the couch, which meant it was probably time for Sam to go to bed as well. He changed into a tank top and sweatpants, and headed to bed (though he wasn't tired).

Hours later, Sam still wasn't asleep. It was that time in the morning where all of the party go-ers and drunks headed home, and the world was still. Sam found it calming yet ominous. He stared blankly into his ceiling as it was too late to take sleep medicine. His mind drifted off, thinking of all of the new possibilities that could happen at this new job, about the people he could meet, the connections he could make, and how he could make it big. His dream was finally starting to unfold. How could anyone sleep when something so life changing is about to happen?

As he thought, he finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken about an hour later by Dean yelling "Rise and shine sleepy head get used to waking up early".

Sam sat up to see his brother in business wear, ready to take on the day. Dean always complained about how he hated suits, but he seems like he puts up with it.

Sam rose out of bed, but he was a bit confused. Does he automatically get the job and just come in the next day? Isn't there forms that he needs to turn in?

"Hey, Dean, so am I going in today? Isn't there paperwork and stuff?"

Dean was making breakfast, scrambled eggs to be specific. He usually doesn't cook, but apparently he does for special occasions. "Don't worry about that, I practically run the place I got you in and set up,"

"Huh, ok I guess," Sam was still a bit confused, but he didn't argue with Dean's logic.

Dean arrogantly enters the law office with his head held high, greeting everyone by name. Sam walks behind him and shyly smiles as he thought he was expected to. Dean guides him to a desk towards the front entrance, which is currently empty except a computer, a phone and some scotch tape.

"Alright Sammy, this is your desk. Feel free to decorate it however you want, but try to keep it work appropriate," Dean winked. Sam just rolled his eyes.

Sam sat down in the spinny chair, and saw a sticky note taped under the marble counter above the desk portion (which was also marble), where clients can sign papers and things like that. It was pink with blue pen. It read "CSpencer Seagull25" which made no sense to Sam. He looked around to find someone who knew what this meant, but everyone seemed to be busy but one man who seemed to be smoking. Was that allowed?

"Sir? Excuse me can you tell me what this means?" He called to the man. He had light brown hair, almost blonde, and was shorter. He had a curved nose. The man walked over and pulled a tootsie pop out of his mouth. That was unexpected. He examined the sticky note and held it up to the light like he was looking at a specimen in a lab.

"I have no idea what this means" he said proudly. Sam looked at him blankly for a second. "It is two words though, have you tried using it to get into the computer? That would be nuts if we got into Carly's old account,"

Sam turned on the computer and plugged the words into the login box. The screen turned red and flashed, "THIS ACCOUNT HAS BEEN DISABLED" in large white letters. Sam became flushed as he felt he had already screwed up and it hasn't been an hour yet.

"Sam, right? Hey don't worry about it it's not a biggie," The man saw that Sam was obviously distraught.

"You're right, I can just explain it to Dean, he can handle it," Sam began walking aimlessly.

"Sam, his office is this way," The man laughs with the tootsie pop in his mouth. He points down a hallway on the left.

"Ya, you're right, thank you so much for your help," Sam stammered.

"Don't worry about it,"

"What was your name again?

He smiled. "Gabriel"