Chapter 1

A/N- I do not own Supernatural
You can tell from the title, that music plays a decent sized part in this story. So y'all can search for and listen to the songs that correspond with that part of the story, I'm going to write them in like this: *[Song Title]~ [Artist/Group].

He had come to Texas because of a clue his dad had left in his journal. He hadn't seen or heard from his father in a few weeks so he thought he should start using the clues he was given. He parked the Impala in front of a bar that was blaring loud music.

Dean walked in and sat on one of the stools at the bar. It was really busy so he had to wait for the bartender.

"What can I get ya, sweetie?" Dean turned to be met with a girl around his age with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"A beer, please." Dean said with a flirty smile.

"Any preference?" She asked unaffected by his smile.

"Whatever you got on tap." He said, his smile faltering a bit.

"Well, you're in for a real surprise then since we have about twenty choices." She said with a smirk and walked away. Once she came back, she informed him of what he was in for. "I call this an Angry Moon. Half Blue Moon and half Angry Orchard. It's more of a late summer, early fall drink since it's pretty sweet but I like to drink it year round."

"You're right. It's sweet but not half bad." He said after taking a drink. "Now, I'm here looking for someone. Perhaps you could point me in the right direction."

"Quite possibly. What's the name?" The girl asked leaning her elbows on the bar.

"Sarah Singer." The girl's eyes widened for a split second before a smirk grew on her face.

"Yeah. I know her. She's 'bout to go up on stage though. I'll let her know you're looking for her." She pointed towards the small stage in the corner of the room where a stool and an acoustic guitar sat. "I actually should go let her know that it's almost time. Be careful with her 'cause she can be a real bitch sometimes."

With a wink and a smirk, she walked away and out from behind the bar. Dean watched her walk into the back room before turning back to his drink.

About ten minutes had passed before the stage lit up and someone talked into the microphone to gain everyone's attention.

"Hey ya'll." Dean's eyes widened slightly when he saw that it was the girl that he was talking to earlier. However, she had changed out of her uniform shirt. She was now wearing a white v-neck shirt, a black leather jacket, jeans and her square toed boots.

"I know it probably looks weird with just me up here. Half the band is sick so I gave them the night off. I know you'll hate it but ya'll are stuck with me tonight." She said with a smirk. The crowd cheered to show their support. "I hate doin' this but I'm going to have to use a little technology to help me out tonight. I don't want to bore ya'll with just my plain ol' guitar. But I know we're gonna have a good time tonight."

With a push of a button on her computer, music started to play that she played and sang along with. The crowd went nuts once they heard the familiar tune.

*Sweet Home Alabama~ Lynyrd Skynyrd

Once the chorus came around, the crowd joined in and started singing. It was crazy during the whole song. This wasn't his typical type of music but Dean was impressed by how one girl and her guitar could make a whole bar go crazy without starting a fight. She also made some pretty good drinks.

"Thanks ya'll! Man… I don't know why we don't play that song more often. I know it's not a Texas song by ya'll really seem to enjoy it." Sarah said once the bar had quieted down a little. "Now, I'm gonna try somethin' new. This is one of my favorites but I haven't played it acoustically by myself yet. But here we go."

*Sister Christian~ Night Ranger

This song made Dean perk up a little. He recognized this song and it did fit into the type of music he usually listened too. She played a few more songs; it was a good mixture of new and old country and classic rock.

"Alright…. I'm getting the signal that it's last call." There were a few groans from the crowd. "But I got one more for ya'll. However, I'm going to need a little bit of help. I was approached earlier by a guy I've never seen in my life. He seems like a good guy but I thought that since he was new, that he should be initiated. What do ya'll think?" The crowd went nuts.

"You heard 'em." Sarah pointed in Dean's direction and smirked. "Mr. Green eyes and leather jacket… Get your ass up here!"

Dean was shocked and frozen in place. It wasn't until some of the people around him started pushing him towards the stage that he realized that you were being serious.

"Alright… Here's the deal. If you know and can perform this song to the best of your ability then I'll help you out. If you don't, then you're going to have to ask someone else for help." Sarah said with a smirk.

"Deal. I'm guessing they're deciding." Dean said with a small smirk and pointing to the crowd.

"Yes, sir." She turned back to address the crowd, "Alright… Ya'll heard what the deal is. I don't want any bias voting when the time comes, okay?"

"Let's do this." Dean said into the extra mike that Sarah had set up while waiting for Dean to make his way up to the stage.

After setting up the computer, Sarah started:

*Carry On Wayward Son~ Kansas

This seemed way too easy for Dean. He knew this song like the back of his hand.

Sarah POV

Once the song ended and the cheering had died down it was time to vote. In the end, the new guy ended up winning.

"I knew I went too easy on ya. Go on and take a seat." I said with a smirk. "I'm sorry guys but that's the end. The bar will close in 15 minutes. We'll see ya'll next time!"

Once I was done helping with closing up the bar, I went to the back room and grabbed my stuff. I grabbed the gun that I kept in my backpack and stuck it in the back of my pants and covered it up with my jacket.

"Follow." That was all I said to guy when I walked out the back. He of course did as he was told. We walked up to my beat up red 1976 Chevy Pickup and I threw my bag in and gently placed my guitar into the passenger seat. "It doesn't look all that great but her inside is almost perfect. Built her myself from the ground up."

After closing the door, I turned and looked out at the rest of the lot. Once my eyes landed on a '67 Impala, I knew immediately who was looking for me.

"Winchester…" I said with a growl and glared towards the guy.

"How'd you know? I didn't even give you my name yet." He asked shocked.

"The Impala. I'm guessing you're John's son." She said while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah. I'm Dean." I took a deep breath and turned towards Dean.

"So, what can I help ya with Dean?" He could see that my eyes were filled slightly with sorrow but still held a good amount of anger.

Dean told me that he was looking for John. He mentioned that my name and that I worked at the bar were in John's journal.

"Why don't you just go call my Uncle Bobby? I'm sure he'd know more. I haven't seen John in almost 5 or 6 years."

"I already talked to Bobby. He agreed that I should at least come by to see if you knew anything."

"He probably wanted an update about my well being too, right?" I said with a small smile while looking at my feet and shaking my head. No matter how far apart we are from each other he's always paranoid about my safety.

"Actually… Yeah he asked me to check to see how you were doing."

"I guess I should go see him. It's almost been a year since I was in South Dakota." I said with a sigh and looking back up at Dean. "Alright… Hop in your car and follow me. It's late and I'd rather finish this discussion in a less public place."

"Where are we going?" Dean asked with his hands in his pockets and a slight skeptical look in his eyes.

"Just do what I say, ya idjit." I said hopping in the truck without looking back at him.

"Molly! I'm home!" I yelled once I unlocked the door to her apartment.

"You have a roommate?" Dean asked.

"I guess." I said with a shrug while setting my stuff down. Clicking noises on the hardwood floors could be heard coming towards us at a fast pace. A full grown German Shepherd Rottweiler mix came barreling towards the two of us. She slid into a stop right in front of me with her tail wagging like crazy.

"Good Golly Miss Molly!" I said kneeling down to scratch Molly's ears. I turned to Dean slightly, "Little Richard."

"I know." He said with a smirk.

"I was going to call her Cash after Mr. Cash himself. But that changed when I took her to the vet." I said with a chuckle while getting up. "Let's get ya some food, Miss Molly. You want anything, Dean? Food, drink, whiskey…?"

"You had me whiskey." Dean said with a smirk while plopping on the couch and letting his eyes wander around the apartment.

It was really open. One bedroom, a separate bathroom, the kitchen and living room were in the huge open space. There was a small card table against one of the walls closer to the kitchen area with two chairs and a couch and a TV in the "living room" area.

Once Molly was fed and Dean had his drink, I walked around and unpacked all of my stuff from the night. My dirty uniform from working the bar, wadded dollar bills from tips, and extra guitar picks and strings. My guitar was taken back out of its case and put back on its stand.

"Are you going to start talking or are you going to keep watching me walk around my house?" I said with a raised eyebrow and looking towards Dean.

"Right…" Dean cleared his throat and started his questioning. "You said you haven't seen my father in how long?"

"I was…. 18 I think. So at least 6 years. I'm pretty sure Bobby has seen him more recently than I have." I then picked up another bag that I brought in from her truck and walked over to the coat closet.

"He has but I called Bobby and he didn't have any information on him."

"So, your next best option was to talk to a girl who hasn't seen him since she decided to take a break from hunting? Plus, how does he know that I worked at the bar? I've only been there for a little over a year." I opened the closet and typed in a code on the number pad in there. It opened and showed my arsenal. I opened my bag and started to put all of my guns, knives, ammo, and other things back in their rightful places.

"You quit hunting but you still have an arsenal like that?" Dean asked slightly surprised.

"Well, you've met my uncle. His paranoia runs in the family I guess." I said with a small smile. "Plus, I didn't say that I quit, I was just taking a break. I actually just got back from a hunt this morning."

"What was it?"

"Poltergeist. Nothing big… Just a salt and burn."

"By yourself?"

"No… I had Molly with me." I said facing Dean with her arms crossed over my chest.

"A dog?" Dean asked with slight disbelief.

"She's the best hunting partner that I've had. Plus she doesn't spend half of her time complaining." I said seriously. Molly walked in at that time and I bent down to pet her when she pressed her nose against my leg. "She can't help with researching but she is good company. Isn't that right, sweetie?"

There was a silence for a moment while Dean finished his drink and I paid some much needed attention to Molly.

"I guess I should get going." Dean said while standing up. "You obviously don't know where my dad is. I'm sorry for bugging you."

"Wait…" I said while grabbing his arm before he could open the door. "Bobby would kill me if he knew you left without at least a nap. Stay here for the night and I'll help ya figure out your next move in the morning."

"I don't…" Dean started.

"Nope! That's final. Go get what you'll need for the night out of the Impala while I pull out the couch."

"Yes, ma'am." Dean said with a smirk.

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