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"Woah what's this new edgy look? You two going to a rock concert or something?" You ask the two brothers after they barge into the locksmith store you own.
"Ha. That's a good one you should write it down somewhere." Dean replies flatly.
"What? I might wanna go, Taylor Swift could be performing." You fire back sarcastically.
"Alright first off Taylor Swift is not rock okay?!" Dean says offended as he seems to not pick up on your sarcasm.
"The outfits are so we blend in better for a case." Sam explains.
"Of course it's for a case. This is the first time I've seen you boys wear anything but flannel. So...I know you're not here to receive my fashion advice, now what do you need?"
"We need you to make a copy of this key smarty pants."
"Dean." Sam says sternly while putting a hand on Dean's shoulder.
Dean looks at his brother with annoyance and confusion written in his expression. He then swats Sam's hand away before saying, "You know what I'm just gonna go wait in the car while that key is made."
"Sorry about him." Sam apologizes.
"It's fine. Someone just can't take a joke." You say with a vexatious smile. "Give me fifteen minutes."
It doesn't take you very long to make a key matching the mold that Sam had given you. When you're finished you bring out the finished product to him. You manage to somehow catch him by surprise as he looks up from examining some of your intricately made locks and keys that are displayed.
"See something you like?"
"You know when we were kids I never would've thought that you would turn out to love making beautiful locks and keys."
"Sometimes there's more to a girl than what you can see Sammy. Anyway your brother didn't like me then and still doesn't like me now."
"It's not personal (Y/N). He's just Dean."
"I'm almost certain it's because of that time when I accidentally got gum in his hair in the back of the Impala."
"Yeah I remember that!" Sam says letting out a loud laugh as he fondly reflects back on the memory. "I remember my Dad was driving and he was mad at Dean for being overdramatic."
"You know Dean probably still doesn't believe that it was an accident and therefore still holds it against me." You say shaking your head and the air between you two becomes silent for a moment.
"I've missed you. You know...you being on the road with us. Do you still hunt?" Sam asks you with those puppy dog eyes of his.
"Here and there. But not much. I do it when I can. Most of the time I call a friend that hunts to take care of it."
Sam nods his head in understanding and pulls out his wallet, "How much?"
"Nothing. This is a favor or a gift or whatever you want it to be. This is for a friend." You say with a warm smile as you slide the key towards him.
His hand partially covers yours when he goes to grab the key and his hand hesitates for a few seconds before pulling away. You had always had a small crush on Sam when the two of you were young, but you didn't know that it still existed until now as you feel a small spark from the brief contact.
"I'll keep in touch. Take care of yourself (Y/N)."
And with that Sam swiftly exits your store and you watch him climb into the passenger seat of the Impala that you once temporarily called home so long ago.
