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Dean groaned and followed his brother reluctantly around the area. His first Saturday night off in a long time and where was he forced to spend it?
In a fucking carnival.
Usually he would have loved all this but he was so goddamn tired. The noises caused him a headache, the lights hurt his eyes and the different smells made him sick. And his feet kept dragging on the ground- the only thing keeping him from collapsing on some bench to sleep was Sam pulling his hand almost painfully. Fucking little brothers. A movie night at home would have been good too.
"Come on, Dean! Justin told me that the psychic was freakishly good!" And really? Was his brother twentythree or three? It seemed that Sam had regressed during his time in college. Or maybe it was something that happened to every college student because of exhaustion, Dean didn't know.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming the fastest I can", Dean mumbled the last part but Sam still cast a calculative gaze on him.
"You should lay off the pies", he simply stated and Dean's jaw hit the ground.
"How dare you! I'm luscious, you ignorant peasant", Dean said in mock-offence and put a hand to over his heart. Sam just rolled his eyes and kept walking. Dean followed him to a purple tent in front of which was a long line.
"Seriously?" Dean asked and gestured towards all the people standing there. Did Sam really expect him to spend his night standing here and waiting to get his hand read by someone who most likely was just a phony?
Apparently yes.
It was frustrating but with the help of Candy Crush, Dean managed to wait in the line for 20 minutes before it was their turn. Dean rolled his eyes when Sam went in maybe a little too eagerly and left Dean there waiting for another few minutes. He picked his nails, trying to listen in on what was happening in the tent. It was surprisingly difficult to his disappointment. When Sam stepped out his eyes were wide with wonder and he was stared at his hand.
"Dean, you gotta go in there, he's- he's incredible". Dean raised his brow and entered the tent curiously.
In the end of the darkly lit space sat a man by a little round table, decorated with jewelry and whatnot, wearing some sort of flowy, light gown and lots of rings on his fingers. There was only a few candles there, apparently to create more mysterious atmosphere, so Dean couldn't see that well what the man looked like.
"Welcome. You-", the man started but Dean waved him off rudely, "Yeah, yeah, cut the crap and get down to business", and sat down in to the chair across from him and stuck his hand to the table.
"As you wish", the man said, not offended. He must be used to people shrugging him off.
The man took his hand gently into his and closed his eyes.
"You have a brother who you love very much", he stated. Sam must've babbled this guy's ear off, so there was a chance the guy was winging it. The man smiled. "And you love your car too, very much". Dean almost chuckled, of course he loved his baby, every man loved their car. The man seemed to search something from the way his expression changed.
"You've seen a lot of violence", the man frowned and tightened his hold.
"There's fire and a woman".
Dean knew where this was going but only stared at the man, unable to move. The man shook like he was having seizure before dropping his hand and breathing raggedly.
"Your father-".
That was when Dean stormed out and almost knocked few people over who were waiting for their turn. He apologized hastily and stumbled into Sam who still looked amazed.
"He was spot on! He knew I had a big brother, that I'm a studying law and that I have a girlfriend who's a nurse", he's expression turned love struck towards the end which went unnoticed by Dean.
Dean wasn't nearly as thrilled as his brother and just wanted to go home and forget that this day had even happened. He forced a smile onto his face but soon realised it was a mistake. Of course he should have fucking known that Sam would be able to read him like an open book.
"What's wrong?" he asked, a little too loudly for Dean's liking. There was a couple who looked at them curiously and Dean didn't want the whole town to know that he was freaking out.
"Not here", he hissed and was again being dragged around and to a food stand. Food calmed him down, so what? And after gobbling his fries and downing a beer in one go he told what had happened in the tent.
"See! He's the real deal!" Sam cheered but after Dean's glare his expression changed to serious.
"Look, he's not going to tell anyone about it", Sam comforted him but that wasn't what was bothering him.
"That's not it, is it?" Sam, that son of a bitch, asked, caughting up what the problem here was. "For fuck's sake, Dean" he then exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air in frustration, "you can't keep blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault!"
They both fell silent, and Dean was the first to look away.
"It's not that easy, you know".
Sam's eyes softened and he laid his hand on his shoulder.
"I know. But I won't ever think that it was your fault in any way".
But now there was one more person who thought that everything was his fault.