"Can you stop bouncing your leg? You're bouncing the whole damn car for Christ's sake!" I swore, scolding at Dean as he sat in the drivers side of the Impala.

"Sorry," Dean muttered, settling his bouncing leg. "I can't sit still. I'm nervous, and excited, but terrified at the same time."

I sighed, shaking my head and glancing out the car's window. "I know, I know. Everything will be fine, I promise."

"How do you know? You've never even met Sam." Dean snapped, almost protectively. Big Brother instincts, I'm guessing?

"Well," I began, turning in the leather seat to face him. "Tell me about this Sam Winchester then."

Dean cracked a small smile, probably thinking of what to say first. "Let's just say that he probably doesn't look like my little brother, because that kid is freakishly tall. I swear he is a freakin' moose sometimes! Oh, he also has many bitch faces, but he is a really warm-hearted kind of guy in reality. But, oh. I really hope he finally cut his hair, because the last time I saw him it was getting kinda shaggy. I wonder..."

Dean stopped, glancing nervously at me from the corner of his eye. "I didn't mean to ramble like that."

"No, I don't mind." I said, truthfully. I honestly thought it was adorable on how he talked about Sam. I know Sam means the world to Dean. He didn't even have to tell me that, I can tell just by how he talks about him.

Dean let out an airy laugh, an attempt to calm his nervous. The sun was an hour or so away from setting, so not many people were out on the streets in front of Dean's old house. It's a good thing too, because it probably looked a little suspicious to see a black Chevy Impala parked in front of an old house during this time of day.

"What if he doesn't show again." He wondered out loud, a worried expression on his face.

"He'll show." I reassured, but I wasn't really sure if he would or not. But, I wasn't going to tell Dean that.

Not even ten minutes later, a silver SUV pulled up in front of the old Winchester house. I could see Dean's jaw tighten as the silver car's door swung open, a tall, shaggy brown haired man stepping out.

"It's Sam," Dean breathed, pushing open the driver's side door and stepping out onto the sidewalk. I opened up the passenger side door just as he closed his, and followed close behind him as we approached the man.

The man and Dean met in the middle, a few feet away from each other. Both of them had the same shocked expression on their faces, like they were wondering if this was really happening. Dean was the one to speak up first.

"Sammy?" He asked, taking a step forwards.

Sam seemed to be holding back tears as he stepped forward, and embraced his older brother in a tight hug.

"Damn, it's good to see you." Sam breathed, after they pulled away.

"Yeah, same to you." Dean returned, a sad smile playing on his lips. I smiled at the scene taking place, my heart warming for the two, lost brothers.

"Who's he?" Sam suddenly asked, breaking me out of my inner chick-flick moment.

"Oh," Dean said, turning to glance at me from behind. "This is Cas... my boyfriend."

Sam's expression barely faltered, he just continued to smile. "Hey, Cas. I'm Sam, Dean's younger brother."

"So I've heard." I smiled warmly, already liking this Sam Winchester.

"Where were you the last time you called? You said you would meet me at the Central Park, but I didn't see you." Dean brought up, suddenly.

Sam shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "I got nervous, and chickened out..."

Dean nodded, approvingly. "Yup, that sounds like you."

"Oh, whatever." Sam laughed, rolling his eyes. They stood for a couple moments, just glad to see each other, until Dean broke the silence.

"So," Dean spoke up, rubbing his hands together from the evenings chilly air. "Should we head some place to chat? I don't want people to think we are creepers, since, ya know. We are standing in the middle of the sidewalk."

"Good idea," Sam said, flashing a smile.

They decided on simply heading over to my place, since Sam's motel wasn't too far from there and we both didn't like the idea of staying in a shitty motel room.

Once we arrived at my apartment, I quickly threw a pizza in the oven as Sam and Dean started up a conversation. I didn't really mind that I had no idea what memories they were talking about, or that the only words I said the whole while was: "That sounded like a fun time."

As long as Dean was happy, I was happy. And, I kept repeating that phrase to myself until about 1 in the morning. Sam and Dean were still having a heated conversation in my living room, and I was honestly about to smash a book across someones face pretty quick.

"Guys. It's one in the morning." I reminded Dean, for the 3rd time.

"Yeah, I know, Cas. Just hold on a sec." He said, and continued telling his story about some guy named Bobby.

"I have work tomorrow, Dean. I have to get up early." I whined, trying not to sound too bitchy. But, really? I was tired and cranky, give me a break.

Dean quickly glanced away from Sam to look at me, a desperate expression on his face."Just five more minutes, babe. Then I'll bring Sam back to his motel room."

I groaned, and trudged back over to my bedroom, shutting the cardboard thin door behind me. As I crawled into bed, I could still hear every laugh and word they were saying.

"You should be glad that I love you, Dean!" I yelled, covering my ears with my pillow and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Love you too, Cassie!" He shouted back.

Dean's such an asshole.

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A/C: Yay! Sam has made an appearance (:

/// I won't be able to update this weekend, but I'll try and update tomorrow morning.