Dean had been talking about California for ages.

More specifically, he’d been talking about the women in California.

Sam should’ve known better than to believe his brother when he claimed the hunt was the only reason they were coming.

Sure, there was a case. A string of strange deaths, a few witnesses, and something supernatural lurking around the city. But Dean had been suspiciously enthusiastic about making the drive west.

Now Sam understood why.

Everywhere they went, Dean got attention.

Girls on the street smiled at him. Waitresses flirted with him. Women at the gas station found reasons to keep him talking. Even random strangers in shops somehow ended up chatting with Dean.

Sam got nothing. Not even a second glance.

It was starting to piss him off.

“You happy now?” Sam muttered as they sat at the bar that night.

Dean looked over from his drink. “Very. Why do you ask, hm? Oh I bet you’re just jealous, right Sammy? Jealous that your big brother has game and you don’t..”

“I’m not jealous.”

Dean smirked. “Sure.”

Sam rolled his eyes and looked away, trying to ignore the fact that another girl had just walked past their table and smiled at Dean.

Again.

He was beginning to hate California.

Then you walked through the bar. Sam barely paid attention at first. He’d learned pretty quickly that whoever caught Dean’s attention was probably going to end up talking to Dean anyway.

You walked straight toward their table. Dean composed himself a pulled a filthy smirk, “Well, hello you.. aren’t you a piece..”

You ignored Dean. Instead, you leaned down slightly and ran one finger over Sam’s cheek. “You’re pretty..” You said.

Sam froze. For the first time since they’d arrived in California, someone was actually paying attention to him.

And judging by the look on Dean’s face, his brother was just as surprised.