Point of Know Return

01. Back in Black

Dean: 26

Sam: 22

Natalia: 17

17 YEARS LATER

[Don't @ me]

Dean glanced at his sleeping sister and smirked as he honked the horn.

Natalia shot up and glared at her brother. "You owe me a pack of Funyuns, jerk."

"Fine, bi--" he stopped himself. "Fine. Funyuns can be arranged. Then we get Sam."

Natalia smirked. "Great. Oh. Can I put on music?"

"What's the rule?"

She sighed. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole."

"That's right. So none of that pop crap or whatever."

Natalia shot him a look. "Excuse me, it's pop punk. And it's just as good as your classic rock. Come on." She started playing Give 'Em Hell, Kid.

Dean turned up the radio as Foreigner's Jukebox Hero blasted through the speakers. "There can only be one."

"You're such a child."

"You're the one that started this, Nat. How far are we from Palo Alto?"

"Couple hours. Can we stop at a diner? I'm hungry."

"Yeah, sure. I'm kinda hungry, too."

Dean pulled into a diner parking lot and he ordered a burger and she got a club sandwich.

After they'd eaten, they resumed their drive to Stanford and arrived late Halloween night.

Dean opened the window and clinked the beer cabinet. He and Natalia walked past the string at the far end of the hall. He hit his hip on the corner of a table and Natalia had to cover her mouth to keep quiet.

Sam, who had been woken up, moved to another part of the apartment and waited as Dean and Natalia entered the room.

Sam lunged forward and grabbed Dean's shoulder. Dean knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked. Dean grabbed Sam's arm, swung him around, and shoved him back. Sam kicked and was blocked before being pushed into another room. Sam got a glimpse of Dean, though he didn't immediately recognize the fact. Natalia stayed in the shadows, hard to see to the naked eye. Dean elbowed Sam in the face and Sam kicked at his head. Dean ducked and swung, but Sam blocked it. Dean knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy tiger," Dean said.

Sam breathed hard. "Dean?" His elder brother laughed. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice."

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor.

"Or not," Dean said.

Sam tapped Dean twice where he had him.

"Get off of me," Dean demanded.

Sam rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Natalia walked up and smirked. "He was looking for a beer."

Sam looked at her and smiled as Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders, shook once, and let go.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam repeated.

Dean and Natalia exchanged a look before Dean said, "Okay. All right. We gotta talk."

"Uh, the phone?"