Dean relaxed against the leather interior of the Impala. His arm rested on the open window. He pulled over in front of Sam’s building. “Like I said, back on Monday.”

Sam looked up at the glistening high rise. “That you did.” Sam was disappointed that they had arrived. He was not eager to leave his brother’s presence. “So you’re off to Texas.”

“Yeah,” Dean removed his sunglasses. “Hey, good luck on your case. I know you’ll win.”

Sam smiled. Dean was always interested in his brother’s life, and would support him no matter what life brought him. “Thanks, I’ll call you, and let you know how it works out.”

“You better.” Dean replied, and shooed Sam out of the car before there could be a chick flick moment.

Sam nodded and opened the car door. “And, you’re right.” He said as he shut the door. “This all does matter-helping people by hunting-it’s right.”

Dean closed his eyes with gratitude. He finally had his brother back. “Later, Sammy.”

Sitting at his desk two days later, Sam retrieved his e-mail. The jury was deliberating, but he had a feeling he had been successful. A beeping sound signaled the receipt of emails. One stood out:

To: s. d. You are not hotter than Jennifer Love Hewitt

S-

So, this looks like our gig—what do you think?

D

Attached was an article describing a series of unexplained fires in a small Maine town.

Yes, they had their next “job”

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