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 “Sam? Sam Winchester?”

 Both Sam and Dean looked up from the books unfolded in front of them. Dean raised his eyebrows at the blondish young man standing in front of their table but he didn’t even glance at him, all his attention directed at Sam. He watched his brother’s confused face open and a big smile spread on his face.

 “Tom!” Sam exclaimed. He stood up to hug the so-called Tom, a little too long to Dean’s liking. He cleared his throat and stood next to his brother.

 “Oh, yeah, sorry. Tom, this is my brother, Dean. Dean, Tom is an acquaintance from Stanford.” 

 Tom acknowledged Dean with a nod and a polite smile Dean did his best to return. They both quickly turned back to Sam who was all dimples and shining eyes. Dean tried to keep his calm. Sam was happy to see his friend. Nothing wrong with that, right? 

 “So, you’re still in your books as I can see,” Tom said with a crooked grin.

 Dean’s gut twisted when he saw the blush spreading on Sam’s cheekbones and the way he ruffled his bangs. 

 “Hey, I heard what happened to Jessica. I’m really sorry, Sam. I wanted to call you – I should’ve called you – but I didn’t know if you… well if it…”  

 “You would have been well received,” Sam assured.

 Neither of them talked for some time. It was like they were saying a million things just by looking at each other and Dean couldn’t catch a single one of them. He didn’t like it, not at all.

 “Listen,” Tom finally let out. “I have to go meet with a client, but why don’t we meet up this evening?”

 “Yeah, sure!” Sam answered in a heartbeat. 

 “Okay, I’ll text you then.” 

 He left with a grin to Sam and another nod to Dean. When he stopped his self-assured walk to turn his head back a little and wink at Sam, Dean decided that he hated him.

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