Dean ate and talked at the same time, looking down at his plate. He was really hungry. The food tasted like glory to him, he rarely ever got the chance to sit down, relax and enjoy a good meal.

It had been a year and a half since their father's death. Sam had finished high school and gotten the scholarship at Stanford. They had sold the house in Kansas and Sam moved to California. They bought a small apartment close to Stanford, though Dean had finished his career two years ago. He had began working at a known law firm. Nothing big, just reviewing case files and interviewing witnesses, but things seemed to be improving, his boss praised him regularly and noticed his hard work. Sam began school six months after the court ordeal, and now worked at The Stanford Daily.

Dean looked up from his plate after noticing Sam wasn't paying attention. "Hey!" He called. Sam turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Sam asked. Dean sighed in frustration, he had been talking non stop for the last 5 minutes.

"I was telling you how my boss said I saved our asses by noticing the date difference between the evidence bags and the report the lab sent. They were tampering with the evidence, and the judge dismissed the charges." Dean repeated. "He was even talking about a raise and giving me an office." Dean said, proudly.

Sam watched his brother as he spoke. He smiled. He couldn't remember a time of his life he had been happier. Things had finally fallen into place in their lives. They had a place where they were safe. Their jobs were both promising, they had friends, Sam loved school. He didn't think things could get better than this.

"That's great, man." Sam replied. "Congratulations."

"Thanks." Dean looked back down at his plate. "I was thinking we could go celebrate tomorrow night. Go somewhere and pick up some chicks." Dean said, covering his full mouth with his hand as he talked. He had raised his head and wiggled his eyebrows but, again, Sam wasn't listening.

Sam was staring somewhere behind his brother. His eyes fixed. Dean heard a loud laugh and saw Sam smile, still staring somewhere over his shoulder. He turned around to see what was so interesting and found the source of the laugh.

A beautiful blond girl in a white top and jeans sat two tables behind them. She had her head tilted back, while she let out a rich and loud laugh. She clutched her stomach as she laughed at something her friend must have said. The other girl, a brunette, was hot, but the blond had something special about her.

Dean turned back to his brother. Sam hadn't moved, he seemed hypnotized by the sight before him.

"Sammy!" Dean snapped his finger's in front of his brother's face. Sam turned to look at him startled.

"What?" He asked. Looking back over Dean's shoulder. Dean turned to see the girl was sitting upright again, rubbing tears from her eyes as she sighed. She turned to the brother's, catching them staring, and looked back at her friend. She said something, leaning towards the other girl and whispering, and her friend turned to look at them. The blond grabbed her by the arm and turned her back around to face her, covering her face obviously embarrassed. Dean turned back to his brother.

"She's hot." Dean said to Sam, getting his attention. "Why don't you go over and talk to her."

"What?." Sam's eyes widened. "N-no, I wouldn't know what to say..." He stammered. Dean sighed and stood up. He surrounded the table and grabbed Sam's chair, pulling him and the chair back. He then tilted the chair forwards, forcing Sam to stand up. "Come on, don't be a wuss, get over there." Dean commanded, grabbing Sam's shoulders and shoving him in the direction of the girls table.

Sam stumbled a couple of steps towards them, stopping to turn and glare at his brother, who sat back down at the table finishing his food, feigning innocence.

Sam turned to see the girls were staring at him. He straightened up, clearing his throat and walked to their table. Dean watched him and smiled. Sam walked up to the girls, who talked to one another pretending not to notice Sam approaching them. Dean saw Sam tell them something and then point to the table he was seating on. Both girls turned to Dean and he turned quickly to his plate pretending to eat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the brunette girl stand up, and walk to his table. He looked up when she stopped next to him.

"Hi there. I'm Carla." She said in a cheerful voice. "Your brother told me you've been checking me out but you were too shy to come say hello." She said. Dean's eyes widened and he turned to glare at his brother, but Sam was already sitting at the blond's table, talking to her. Dean smiled , he sighed and invited the brunette to sit down.

Sam and the blond girl were talking and laughing. They stared at each other as if they were alone in the restaurant. After a while they walked to Dean and Carla's table, and they all left together.

Sam was wrong, he had no idea what 'happy' was, neither did he know how much happier his life with this girl would be. He would treasure his memories of her and the next three years as the best of his life.

The End.

Author's Note: If you caught that, I said 'the next three years'. By that I mean that Jessica will be killed be the demon anyway, because I believe it will still come for Sam. So Jess will die, and Sam and Dean will go hunting for it, because some things just don't change. There! I finished! XD. I hope you liked it, please review and let me know what you thought.

Oh, yeah, almost forgot. I want to thank deeple anyone who took their time to read or review this story :P