Season 7, Time for a Wedding!
Dean and I walked through the restaurant in search of this Garth guy. No one there really screamed 'I'm a hunter' but we kept looking.
"You Dean?" a voice asked from behind us. We turned to find a guy sitting in a booth, milkshake in hand. He was thin and lanky with dark hair and a little scruff covering his jaw. "Hmm, I thought you'd be taller."
Emmy laughed. "I like him."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Wow, two evils tweens who get along, shocking," he muttered.
"Dean, be nice," I warned.
"Yeah, Dad, be nice," Evie said before taking a seat.
Dean sat down. "I assume Bobby filled you in on the road."
I slid into the booth next to him.
"He told me two things," Garth said. "One, he's tangling with a major-league nest up in Oregon territory. Numero dos, he said you'd be all surly and premenstrual working with me. But, hey, man, sticks and stones."
"He's always premenstrual," Emmy muttered.
"What's premenstrual?" Wyatt asked.
"I think I found a case." Dean set the newspaper on the table. "Check the headline."
Garth grabbed the paper, flipping it open. "First things first." He read something, then burst out laughing. "Oh, Marmaduke, you crazy."
Dean and I shared a look.
"He's weird," Eli whispered.
"Super weird," Wyatt agreed.
"Boys," I warned. "Be nice."
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"Are you trying to humiliate me?" a woman asked the receptionist. "It's Marsha with an S-H-A, not C-I-A." She walked off.
Sam and Becky walked out of the office.
"Hey, is that your--?" Garth began, leaning closer.
"Yes," Dean said as I rested my hand on his leg.
"Awkward."
Dean stood. I followed suit. "Hi," he said, earning a glare from Becky before she walked off. "So?"
'So, uh, no point going in, guy's clean," Sam told us.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, positive. Becky grilled him like a pro. She's a real natural."
"I'm sure," I said.
"What's with the scrawny guy?" Sam nodded to Garth.
"Temp," Dean replied.
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"Throw a rock, hit a reporter these days, eh?" Mr. Burrows had recently gotten a big promotion, going from a nobody to practically running the company.
Dean chuckled. "Well, your story's a big deal over at the Actuarial Insider."
"Shoot."
"Uh, how'd you get the gig?"
"Board came to me, asked, I said yes."
"Just out of the blue?" I asked.
"Pretty much," Mr. Burrows replied.
"And, uh, any idea how the board landed on you over your supervisors?" Dean asked.
"Um, they didn't say."
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Healed {Dean Winchester 7}
Fanfiction"I almost lost it without you," he told me, thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You...Si, I couldn't bear the thought of living another moment without you. Not again. Not ever again." I smiled softly, pressing my lips to his cheek. "I won't leave you...
