just say you won't let go

“Let’s go.” Dean smiled. He couldn’t help it. Sam had worked so hard all of his life, he deserved a girl to love and spend the rest of his life with. Getting into his beloved Impala, Dean brought her engine to a great start. “Alright, so, I think we carry on for five miles down this road before we hit the first school.”

Sam nodded slightly as he climbed into the car and buckled up. "Right," he confirmed, "And school will be letting out soon, too, so... I guess, let's hope you don't miss her." Now that he thought about it, he wondered if this would end up being a wild goose chase. He supposed it didn't matter; he knew Dean well enough to know that his brother wouldn't give up on finding Alice, and Sam definitely wasn't going to give up on finding Rosie, either.

"Man, I'm nervous." Dean had always confided in Sam. The two grew up thick as thieves, there was no better bond than the one they shared. Expertly driving with one hand, Dean tapped the other hand against his thigh, trying to cool his nerves. "I just... gotta find her." He murmured, quiet enough so only he heard himself. Dean maneuvered Baby around a bend, nearly slamming on his brakes as a broken down car came into view; parked awkwardly on the curve of the turn. "Should we stop?" He asked, the mechanic in him unable to ignore someone in distress.

Sam blinked, looking towards the Civic for a moment, before he looked to Dean, debating, and eventually shrugged. "It's up to you, man," he told him carefully, "It's your little love mission we're on right now." Not that Sam was all that eager to take more time to get this done before he could find Rosie, but he didn't want to really be a bad citizen, either, especially if somebody was actually in need of some help.

Dean thought of how much time there was until school let out for the day, but he exhaled heavily, pulling to the side of the road in front of the Honda Civic. Leaving Baby running, Dean got out of the driver's seat, stepping towards the Civic. "Hey there," he called, unable to see the owner as the car's trunk and hood was open. "Uh, I'm Dean Winchester, a mechanic. I was just wondering if you needed some help?" He tread carefully, knowing some people weren't as friendly as he and the rest of his friends and family.

Alice was frustratedly leaning over the engine of the car, trying to figure out what was going on with it. It had never had any problems like this before, but it was also getting pretty old and worn out with use, so she wondered if that was why it had suddenly decided to just break down on her. It was worse, knowing that she had to get home and get the final pieces for the art show to start setting up for the weekend, but she couldn't do that if her car was being an assumption.

Hearing a voice, though, she peeked up, curious, and leaned around the hood to get a look at whoever was talking. Admittedly, the guy was really, really attractive, and she almost got lost in staring at him but she cleared her throat. "Yeah, uh, that'd be great," she told him with a nod, "I don't know what happened and I really have to get home, then back to school, so..." She shook her head. "Sorry, I'm Alice. Maybe you can figure out what's going on way faster than I can, Dean the mechanic." She offered a weak, stressed smile, but was grateful for the offer either way."

Dean saw her face and paused. It was her. It was Alice. He blinked away his anxiety, clearing his throat. "Well Alice, it's nice to meet you." He remained cool, polite. "So, let's take a look at we got here. Beautiful car, by the way." He smiled, joining her at the hood, taking a peek inside. "See, here's your problem, that's keeping the alternator running, but it's loose." He explained. "I think I might have a spare part in my trunk, so I'll to get it up and running in no time." Dean explained, offering her a smile, trying his hardest to make a good first impression. "So, are you a teacher?" He asked, leading Alice to Baby's trunk, popping her open. "Oh, in the front seat, that's my brother, Sam." He looked at Alice, before turning to dig through the various spare parts he kept handy.

Alice offered a small smile and nodded. "Thanks, it's nice to meet you, too - and you'll be a life saver if you can figure out why my Civic has decided to hate me all of a sudden," she joked lightly, shifting a bit, but followed after him. She listened to his explanation quietly, and it surprised her that he figured out what was going on so quickly, but it was also a relief. The sooner she got it fixed up, the better. "Oh, um, that'd be great," she admitted with a nod as she followed after him, watching him for a few moments. "I am. I'm an Art teacher." A small grin formed on her features, because she loved being a teacher, she loved being able to teach children anything - and, while many believed that art wasn't important, Alice knew that art told stories, and she wanted her students to be able to tell their stories in whatever ways they could. Hearing the mention of his brother in the front seat, she peered at the window, seeing a guy there, and waved. "Hi. It's nice to meet you, Sam."

Sam stared at the window in slight shock before he leaned out to look back towards the trunk, trying to get a look at Dean, but finding it difficult with the trunk open. His gaze went to Alice again, though, and he wondered just how weird this was. How was it possible for something like this to happen? "Uh, hey, yeah, it's great to meet you..." he said, nodding as he tried to make sure he didn't say her name, since she hadn't been introduced yet and he was sure that they'd seem like stalkers if they'd known the woman's name ahead of time. After all, he and Dean had thought that the other Rosie and Alice had been stalkers when they'd met the first time.

"Alice," she supplied, offering a smile when he trailed off and she assumed it was an attempt at figuring out her name, but she looked to Dean, "So, how much is this going to cost? Since this is kind of your livelihood and everything."

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“Don’t worry about cost,” Dean insisted as he got to fixing the issue, hearing the shock in Sam’s voice with a small grin. Using the skills his father had taught him long ago, Dean switched out the parts for the alternator. “But, this isn’t a complete fix, it’ll last keep you on the road for about a week before it breaks again, so —“ Dean wiped his hands on his jeans, grabbing a pen from the Impala and one of Sam’s business cards that he kept spare. “Here’s my number, in case you run into any issues.” He smiled, being subtle about it all. “Are you quite artistic then?” Dean asked, honestly not surprised by the fact that Alice was an art teacher. He felt his heart leap and soar as he thought of it; and how brilliant she must have been to be in such a challenging job.

"Are you sure?" Alice asked with mild surprise. "I mean, it's your job. I wouldn't want to hinder that in any way." Shifting, she watched him while he worked on her car, but she was mostly relieved that it didn't seem to take long at all. For a moment, she wondered if that was normal or if he was just exceptionally good at his job. But, when he gave her a card, she blinked, dropping her gaze to the card, reading over the number there, before she lifted her gaze to Dean, and smiled slightly, nodding. "Um, maybe? I really don't... Put it out there, since I don't feel very confident with it, but I do enjoy it at least. And I especially enjoy teaching the children about it - oh." She cringed, making a face. "It's actually why I'm out of class so early. I was supposed to head home to get things, then get back and start working on the art show at the school for this weekend."

“I’m sure, it was no trouble.” Dean smiled. “Plus, it was a pretty easy fix, but make sure you get it seen to.” He turned serious for a moment, but his grin soon returned when she explained she had an art show. “An art show, huh?” He smiled softly, not wanting to be too out there. “Sounds like a lot of fun.” He closed the hood of her loyal little Civic, putting his tools back into the trunk of the Impala. Although, Dean didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay, get to know this Alice, he felt the connection to her pulling him in and he didn’t know if he could get away. It really was fate.

Alice smiled slightly with the mention of it before she nodded. "I'll take it to a mechanic tomorrow," she promised dutifully, but she grinned, then. "Yeah, uh... Hang on." Moving away, she climbed into her car to grab a flyer from her passenger seat before she brought it back to him. "It's a community event, so you're welcome to stop by. It's mostly to attract parents who are planning to put kids into school next year, to give them a look at some of the things our school does, but everybody's welcome." A huge part of her was mostly hopeful that she'd get to see him again, though, and offering the flyer was, in part, to open up that chance, though she did honestly love the idea of letting her students show off their work to anybody who wanted to come see it.

Reading the flyer, Dean grinned. "Saturday morning? Alright, sounds awesome. I'll be there." He smiled up at Alice, studying her face. "You must teach some good kids." Dean, even in this universe, never really was soft spoken, but when it came to Alice and everything she stood for, Dean wanted to show her that he was a genuinely good person. "Looking forward to it. I'll see you there." Dean promised. "I just gotta take Sam to a hospital, he's uh, hurt his hand, but we'll definitely be back in time." He smiled.

Alice grinned slightly in response, watching him, relieved to hear him agree, but nodded slightly. "Great, that's wonderful," she decided, "And, yeah, they're good kids. Amazing kids. They're sweet and curious and creative - I love teaching them." And, really, she couldn't imagine anything better than that - she loved her job and she adored those kids. She couldn't imagine doing anything else in her life. She blinked, though, with his later words, and nodded slightly in understanding. "Oh, right, yeah, of course. You should probably take him to get that looked at immediately, then, make sure it's not broken or anything. Thanks again for the help with my car."

"You're welcome. I'll see you on Saturday." Dean grinned, staying with Alice as she got into the loyal little Civic. "Drive safely." He tapped the roof gently, watching her start the engine. He couldn't walk away knowing she was still within his surroundings. He waved as he walked back to the Impala, exhaling his excitement and trying to contain his excitement as he got in. "Well, that's Alice found." He grinned giddily.

Sam looked to his brother, mildly amused with how giddy he looked. "Yeah, what are the odds of finding her so quickly?" he asked, shaking his head, but leaned back in his seat. "Now, we have to find Rosie." The only problem was that Rosie and Alice lived so far from each other, and then even farther from where Sam and Dean lived. He wondered how, exactly, they were going to make this work, but he was determined to find a way.

Seeing his brother worrying, Dean smiled. "Hey, don't worry. We're gonna figure this out." Watching Alice drive away, Dean pulled out into the road. "So, do you want me to be a crash test dummy or what?" Dean asked as he continued on their journey, still riding the high from meeting this universe's Alice as he tapped Baby's steering wheel in beat and time to the song playing on the radio.

"Of course we'll figure it out," Sam decided after a few moments of thought and nodded. The other universe's Rosie had encouraged him to find this universe's Rosie. If she hadn't thought it was possible for things to work, she wouldn't have told him to find her. He had to hold out hope for that. Hearing Dean's words, though, he chuckled. "Sure, what's your idea for being a crash test dummy?" He arched a brow, genuinely curious to whether his brother had an idea or not.

"Uh," Dean thought for a moment as he drove. "When we get out of this car, you're gonna hate me." Dean confirmed. "Alright, get the map up on your phone, I think we're close." He maneuvered the car to the big city, grinning slightly at the fact that he was going to punch Sam. "Just... remember all those times as kids when you hit me cause Mom let you get away with it."