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[wegotwork]

Sam is taking the lunch shift over at the Luna Bar. It's been pretty slow-going as far as afternoons go, but there's the occasional patron who comes in to order something small to eat off the menu and a beer or two, so there's never a dull moment for very long. Right now, he's behind the bar, polishing a few stray wineglasses with a rag that

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[thehandsomeone]

Since Dean had the afternoon off, he spent most of it sleeping and working on the car - it's been a while since he gave the Impala a good onceover. Now, he's heading over to the Luna Bar to grab a bite to eat before work. And, okay, visit Sam.

There's hardly anyone inside when Dean shows up, which for now is fine by him. He nods hello to Avery and steps up to the bar.

"You know what this place is missing?" he asks Sam, impromptu of nothing. "Pie. I mean, I get that we're in a different universe, but pie should be a requirement of any establishment."

[wegotwork]

Dean gets a responding nod in greeting from Avery, who appears to be pretty occupied as the phone rings for what's probably the tenth time in the last hour.

Sam glances up with a look of surprise that quickly turns into happiness at the sight of his brother, already getting out a glass in anticipation of what he might like to drink.

"You could've gotten pie at the diner," he points out, once Dean's standing across from him.

[thehandsomeone]

"Waitresses aren't as hot there," Dean replies, grinning as he takes a seat at the bar. "Besides," he adds folding his arms on the counter. "I like making you work for me."

He glances around the bar again, then back at Sam. "This place looks fuckin' empty, man. You think I'm in for a slow night?"

[wegotwork]

Sam opens his mouth to say something about how there aren't exactly waitresses here, but then shoots a glare in Dean's direction as he mentions making Sam something akin to a servant.

You know, you could always come back here and get it yourself, his look says, but instead, he shrugs.

"Doubt it. Things tend to pick up later, anyway."

[thehandsomeone]

Dean's look says something very close to but it's not as much fun that way, but he spins the glass Sam has out and says, "Little Jack and Coke before work sounds good to me" and there's an implied please at the end.

"That's good," he says. "I hate nights with nothin' to do." Inactivity makes Dean nervous, like there's something happening outside of his radar.

[wegotwork]

Dean gets another look in return, but all Sam can do now is actually make him the drink, which he decides to go a little light on the Jack with. The last thing Dean needs to do is get completely trashed before his shift starts.

"You want something to eat?" he asks.

[thehandsomeone]

It's a funny concern, since Dean rarely gets full-on drunk and he wouldn't at a job - but then again, he's been drinking a little more than usual lately, so he shrugs and takes what Sam gives him.

"You know, every time I'm hungry, I still want a cheeseburger and French fries?" he grumbles, then sighs, "Whatever you feel like makin', man. I could eat a horse - only not, 'cause that'd be meat," he adds thoughtfully. "Been workin' on the Impala all day," he tells Sam. "She looks great."

[wegotwork]

"I know," Sam says, still feeling somewhat bad about the whole issue of Dean not being able to eat anything resembling meat, really. "Maybe you could just go with the fries, then, and I could sub the burger for something else?"

He smiles helpfully, making just a simple Coke for himself, and takes a sip.

[thehandsomeone]

He smiles at Sam over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip. "Go for it, kiddo," he says, as he sets the glass back down. "Make yourself something, too," he adds, switching seamlessly to big brother mode. "You don't have much time left and no one's even here."

[wegotwork]

Sam nods and ducks back into the kitchen to place an order for a basket of French fries and two grilled cheese sandwiches, which the cook in the back begrudgingly makes despite the fact that it's his job and the bar menu isn't that extensive.

Sam still remembers to thank him for the food, though, and grabs a bottle of ketchup on his way out so Dean can lather up his French fries the way he likes. He puts down the food in front of them, leaning forward against the bar to dig in.

There's a moment when his eyes lock with Dean's over the plates, and he smiles.

"So what'd you do to the car today, anyway?"

[thehandsomeone]

By the time Sam even speaks, Dean's already munching contentedly on his pile of ketchup-drenched fries. Shockingly, he actually swallows his latest bite before responding to Sam's question.

"Needed an oil change," he says. "And I cleaned her up good. She was lookin' pretty dingy for a while."

Every time the car's even in realitively bad shape, Dean hears his dad's voice in his head, telling him I didn't give you that car so you could let it fall to pieces. And Dean would just rather not deal with that, even if the John in his head might be the only one left.

[wegotwork]

The Impala is the Impala, and tends to be one of the few constants around even when everything else is going to Hell. Sam's secretly glad the car came through with Dean, because he's not sure what his brother would've done without it. He's not entirely sure what he himself would've done without it either.

He snags a French fry and tries not to get too much ketchup on his fingers as he pops it in his mouth, licking some off the pad of his thumb.

"Bet she looks great," he answers, taking a sip of Coke. and moving to refill some of Dean's drink.

[thehandsomeone]

"Yeah," he says, his focus drifting temporarily when Sam snatches a fry. "She does," he adds, taking a bite of his grilled cheese and making a noise of approval, because the cook might be a dick, but he does things with cheese and bread that should not even be possible.

He licks some crumbs off his lips, and says, "She friggin' sparkles. So," he asks, nudging Sam's arm, "anything exciting happen here today? Break any cups? Get hit on?"

[wegotwork]

Sam practically snorts around his bite of grilled cheese, looking over to Dean and rolling his eyes.

"You kidding? It's been pretty dead right now, and the last thing that would've happened is someone coming in to hit on me. Not until now, at least," he adds, smirking as he sneaks a sip of Dean's Jack and coke.

[thehandsomeone]

Dean laughs, grabbing the drink back from Sam and taking a sip. "Think so, huh?" he asks, lowering his voice. "Guess you must just be dealin' with a lot of blind customers."

And with that, he finishes off his drink and returns to his food, as though he hasn't said a word.

[wegotwork]

"How much Jack did I put into that drink, anyway?" Sam jokes, trying to pass off Dean's remark as such, but there's no way he can avoid the sudden flutter in his stomach that happens when Dean talks like that.

He busies himself with the second half of his grilled cheese.