Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine: Fall Festival

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Sam came home from school on Friday and started dinner. Dean didn't make it home until 6:30. He was covered with grease and looked exhausted. The older boy headed straight for the bathroom and a shower.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean entered the kitchen and sat down at the table and sighed.

"Man, I'm beat, Sammy. We had an engine with a cracked block and the damned owner wouldn't believe it. I took it all the way down so he could see. Now, he's haggling price. Told my boss he doesn't want to pay top price for a kid."

Sam set a beer on the table and placed the food bowls down. He grabbed a beer and joined his brother.

"What did your boss tell him?"

Dean grinned, "He told him he could either put it back together himself or pay me the going rate."

"Well, you're good enough to get the rate, Dean."

"Thanks. How was your day at school?"

Sam blushed, "I have a date."

"All right!"

It's next Saturday night and it's the Fall Festival. Can I use the car?"

"Hell, yeah! My Sammy's growing up."

"I've had dates before."

"Not without me driving," Dean replied with a grin.

Sam smiled, feeling proud to have the use of Dean's baby.

Castiel wondered what Dean find to do without transportation.


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