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As the sun rose, signaling the morning, things had died down hours ago. As it did every night. Except fridays. As much as those were a pain in the ass, it was where a good percentage of the money came from, but he happened to kick everyone out early last night. So Dean Winchester looked around the bar with a small, content smile while he pulled on his leather jacket. Happy that it was mostly empty and quiet. Now at the age of 29 he wasn’t always a night person. Only when he had to. But with years of owning this bar, he could probably sleep through a hurricane when called for. But today would be a good day for him. Or he was hoping at least. He had gotten his four hours of sleep. That was just enough to help him pull off what he had planned.
“Hey Cas, mind locking her up?” This wasn’t the first time Dean had asked Castiel this question, he was hoping it wouldn’t be the last. He trusted the guy. Almost felt like family.
“Sure thing Dean. Right after I finish cleaning.”
Dean smiled at him. “Thanks again Cas!”
While he walked out the bar’s doors, his phone rang. Asia’s Heat of the Moment buzzed it’s way into the morning air. Picking it up he didn’t have to look at the ID to know who it was. She really hated that song.
“Sammy.” Dean rumbled out, his eyes glancing to the letters above his bar. With the snake of the two S’s, one at the beginning and end. The almost tower looking A -that acquired the imagination to see the tower in the first place-. Zig-Zags of the double M’s, and last but not least, The Y and apostrophe.
“I called earlier but you didn’t pick up.” She sounded slightly skeptical, like something was up that he wasn’t telling her.
“You did?” Dean pulled the phone from him to check. Finding it was true. “You did.” He chuckled. “So that’s what it was. I must've thought it was my alarm. But I was mostly asleep at that time. You’d have a pretty one sided conversation.” He strode up to the Impala, leaning against its frame.
“I doubt that. You’d somehow figure a way to talk back in your sleep.” There was a deep chuckle in the background.
“Was that Bobby?”
“He says Hi.”
“Right back at ‘im. You helping him with the basement today?”
“Yeah, he wanted you to help too. You know, since you actually have experience in construction.”
There was an, “alright Samantha. ” In the background.
It was quickly followed by, “can it, Robert.” That caused Dean to burst out laughing. “You know what shut up Bean!” Thus Sam’s older brother laughed harder.
The name had slipped out. It was actually what Sam had called Dean when she was younger, being the word she had first ever called him. Sammy made a sound of frustration, leading to the end of her brother’s mockery. It was more of a compliment than an insult. To him at the least.
“I’d love to Tinker Bell but I’m picking up Ben to go get breakfast. You’ll probably be done by the time we even get halfway through our food.”
“I thought Lisa didn’t like you taking him out?” Sammy asked after rolling her eyes at the name. Tinker Bell . Leave it to Dean to call her something like that.
“Well, I guess you can say I have my ways.” Sammy giggled, knowing her brother well enough she could only imagine him wiggling his eyebrows.
“Doesn’t he have school or something?”
“It’s Saturday. They start break Tuesday. Remember? Christmas is coming..”
“Oh, yeah it is.” Suddenly Sammy remembered.
Dean shook his head gently. “Anyway I gotta go. I’ll come by after I drop Ben back off. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds great Bean.” A soft laugh came from both receiving ends of the call.
“I’ll see you then.” He said it in such a sure fasion. The same way he had said many things to Sammy growing up. It was practically sealing a promise.
“See you then.” She softly repeated.
Castiel happen to walk out the doors, locking up. This caught Dean’s attention as he ended the call.
“Hey brother.” He called. Castiel started walking to his car, motioning to give the keys back. “No, keep ‘em for now. You can give them to me later, or better yet, open her up yourself.” This caused a wide grin to break on Cas’s face. It was an honor to be asked such a thing. “Speaking of which, there’s been something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. Sometime today we can meet up or I’ll give you a call.”
“Sounds good Dean. Thank you.” Cas smiled moving to his car. To anyone else that kind of thing sounded like they could be fired. But not to Castiel.
“Don’t mention it.” Dean opened the squeaky old door of his beloved Impala. Then he paused. He sighed before chuckling at himself. He was going to hate himself later for this. “Your older brother Gabriel.” Cas looked up as Dean glanced over his shoulder temptatively. “I-I won’t intentionally kick his ass this time if he wants to call Sammy. Damn Jesse James.” He slightly grumbled.
“Alright..” Cas waited. Finding no remark to take it back. “I’ll tell him.”
“It’s almost christmas.” Dean spoke, readying to get into his car. Then he gave a joking, “bah humbug.” With that he shut his door, waved off to Cas, and turned on the ignition.