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You sit at the bar drinking a beer while writing in your journal. Sometimes you feel silly writing down all of your random thoughts onto a piece of paper, but a good friend of yours once recommended it. The good friend is Sam Winchester and you're currently waiting on him and his brother to show up.
You met Sam in a sociology class during your freshmen year at Stanford. The two of you remained close friends until he left at the beginning of senior year. You heard from some of Sam's other friends that his brother came and picked him up one night around Halloween and no one's seen or heard from him since.
You haven't seen him for a few years and you stopped calling his cell phone after he didn't answer over thirty of your calls. You worried about him because one night he spilled his guts to you about his life growing up as a hunter and about the supernatural.
You see Sam and who you assume is his brother walk into the bar and Sam immediately heads to the bathroom. Sam told you his brother's name a long time ago but somehow you couldn't remember it. His brother walks up to the bar and just so happens to sit beside you. He tells the bartender that he'll have a certain brand of beer and you notice that he's looking at you out of the corner of your eye.
"Writing down all of your secrets?" The brother asks you.
"If private thoughts count as secrets then sure." You say with a smile.
You wonder to yourself if you were unintentionally flirting with him or not, but it leaves your brain when he speaks.
"Well that depends on if you share them with me." He says with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Dean! What do you think you're doing?" Sam asks which causes the two of you sitting at the bar to snap your heads towards him.
"Oh...I see know that this lucky gal right here is the friend we're supposed to meet." Dean says with a hint of surprise in his voice.
"(Y/N)...it's been a while. I see you've met my older brother Dean. I hope he didn't try to make a move on you." He says jokingly and you notice Dean shoot his brother a look of annoyance.
You take a moment to examine and take in Sam's admirable complexion. You're able to get a good look at how much he's changed in as little as three years. He has a straight posture with his shoulders held back giving him a stronger sense of confidence than he had before.
"You've changed Sam. But in a good way." You then stand to give him a hug.
His arms feel so comfortably warm around you, which causes old feelings to begin bubbling to the surface making you blush.
"I'm glad you were able to track down my number. I know it wasn't easy."
"Well I have my computer savvy friend and then I have my supernatural expert friend." You say letting out a laugh and both of the brothers laugh as well.
"Like I said before on the phone. I really am sorry that I haven't contacted you since I left school. Things were crazy then and they still are in a way."
"It's okay Sam. I forgive you...and I'm still to this day trying to grasp the concept of the supernatural, but I remembered that you told me to always call you if I ever run across something strange."
You sit back down on your bar stool and flip through the documents you had collected so far on the case. Sam seems to notice your journal lying on the side.
"Is this a journal?" Sam asks with a furrowed brow.
"Yes." You answer shyly. "I took your advice that you gave me a long time ago."
"I remember." Sam says as he hesitantly begins to reach toward the leather bound journal until Dean's words stop him short.
"Careful Sammy those are her secrets." Dean says with mischief as he takes another sip of his beer.
"I know all of her secrets and she knows mine." Sam says giving you a smile.
"How about you tell me all about where you've been and what you've been doing all these years once we solve this case." You say grabbing your journal and placing it away from Sam. "And then we'll for sure know all of each other's secrets."
