Chapter 1:
His day already turning to a shit, Dean's hands shook as he gripped at the lighter with both hands. It had been his 5th cigarette of the day and it sure wasn't going to be his last. With being behind on his rent and a letter sent to him earlier this morning from his manager threatening to kick him out in the next month Dean had felt more than stress. Not only that but he was laid off from work an unpaid, it's been at least 5 weeks and as far as Dean was concerned he was basically unemployed if his boss wasn't expecting to bring him back any time soon. "Last time I work in a muthafuckin' factory!" He muttered through the now burning cigarette after giving the lighter a few flicks.
Inhaling the familiar and addicting nicotine Dean exhaled it as fast as he inhaled it, a hand combing through his unruly hair. Dean didn't really know where he was going but he needed the fresh air whether it was cold out or not he was use to it. He had been through the homeless lifestyle more than 4 times, he might as well have called the streets his home instead rather than that small apartment he lived in that he was soon going to be released of. "As if this day couldn't get more fucked up.." Ashes falling in front of his boot followed by the half used cigarette Dean stomped at it, pocketing his hands.
Watching people pass in front of him with a slight grimace Dean had squeezed through the crowd of people. 'Since when the hell did Cincinnati become the new, New York City?' Brows furrowing as he shoved a few people from out of his way with a hiss he had stopped in his tracks as the cross light turned on the red hand signal. A male in front of him no more than 2 or 3 inches shorter than him with brunette locks that resembled his, though a bit more longer. Dean's brows deepening further, a tad suspicious of the person in front of him.
The cross light switching to the walk signal the brunette took a step forward, Dean doing the same and passing a few people he was now walking side by side with him. A glance spared, blue orbs widen at the sight. 'No way..' His appearance all too much like Dean's but younger. 'I-Is this kid my little brother..? I guess there's only one way to figure out.' A hand reaching out towards the brunette and trudging through the crowd a hand was instinctively placed over Dean's. The two facing each other fully with equal widen eyes. "U-Uh.." Both hands clasping his shoulders he had gave a few astonished blinks, not even believing what he was seeing right now. 'I was wrong.. This day just got even more fucked up..'