Chapter 1 Boys night out

"C'mon Dean! One drink!" Seth Rollins tried again to convince his friend to quit working for the day and have some fun. He had been trying to convince him for the past hour, he knew Dean was crumbling but so was he. Seth was convinced that Dean just wanted to quit living and spend his life working the high life of a Doctor.

Dean let out a sigh, his hand running through his shaggy locks. Perhaps one drink wouldn't be so bad, it had been a while since he had been out. "One drink?"

"One drink" Seth promised barely able to keep the grin off his face, black and blonde strands waving around as Seth started talking a mile a minute. Dean was starting to think that this was a bad idea.

He got to bar a little after seven, Seth was sitting at a private table with Roman and few other friends he had almost lost contact with. Dean dressed simply for this outing, he didn't intend on staying long, his black jacket, grey singlet and blue jeans was like his uniform when he wasn't working.

"Could've dressed up a bit" Seth teased as Dean sat down.

"Why? I'm just hanging out with you clowns"

"Might meet someone special"

Dean tried not to roll his eyes as the waitress came over to take their drink orders. Dean couldn't help but look her over in mild interest, her bright orange hair stuck out like a sore thumb, goggles sitting neatly on her head.

"What would you fellas like?" A thick Irish accent bursting across Dean's ear-drums, his eyes were stuck to the goggles on her head. It just seemed weird to him, maybe he just wasn't used to being out.

The guys all ordered beer, Dean was too busy staring at the bar-maid whose name-badge said Becky.

"Is there a reason you're staring at me sunshine"

"Just wondering about the goggles Becky" Dean had no idea why he couldn't take his eyes off something so mundane, but they irked him for a reason he couldn't explain.

"Thats my business sunshine but play your cards right and you might see them come off" Becky winked at him before going to get their drinks.

"I think she likes you Dean-o" Seth teased poking Dean in the ribs. Dean ignored it but still something about Becky held him for a bit, or more to the point those damn goggles.

Dean had more than one drink, it felt so nice to be out again and living like a normal person. He didn't see much more of Becky which was a shame, something about the flame-haired Irish woman made the urges start to flow again. Dean had no idea how much he had to drink, the last thing he remembered was sitting at the bar, resting his head on his arm while Seth settled the bill. Dean opened his eyes to darkness, a growing darkness that sent alarm bells up and down his spine. Dean sat up, trying to gain his focus but nothing was making sense. The bar looked different in darkness, everything had an eerie silence that only made Dean more aware that he was alone. At least thats what he thought until something poked into the side of his brain.

"Speak"

Dean tried to sit up and look at the figure but his movements were sluggish, the alcohol not helping anything. The poking jabbed him again, the harsh tongue slipping into his head.

"Speak. Now"

"Who are you?"

"Who I am isn't important. Get up"

Dean had no choice but to get up, he suddenly clicked at what was poking him in the side, a shot-gun. Dean was finally able to see who was ordering him around, a small girl with tattoos up and down her arms, black leather covering the rest of her limbs. It was the goggles that made a memory click, they weren't sitting on her head like he re-called, they were covering her eye balls like they were meant too.

"Becky?"

"Nope" She pointed the gun straight at his blue eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I got drunk, I fell asleep on the bar"

"Look around sunshine, no one drinks here anymore"

Dean looked around to find that the mystery woman was right, the bar was destroyed and covered in debris. Wrecked signs and booths proved that no one had been here in years. Mould and dirt sliding up and down the walls. It didn't make sense to Dean, he knew that he had come here for a drink with his friends. Seth!

"Seth?"

"Someone else I'm meant to be?" She looked at him slightly amused until she noticed something else. "Don't move."

Her body looked past him, to something moving in the shadows. "Be very quiet. Don't move until I say" Her whisper barely got through, Dean had no idea what was going on but for the moment he would do as she said. Her hands reached for her pocket, a battered walky-talky coming to her pink lips, Dean was still trying to figure out who she was and more importantly where he was. Nothing was making sense, the only thing that he reconized was those goggles.

"Harm we're in the old bar, across from the old hospital. Three Breeders have us surrounded. We need an exit"

"On the way Venom"

Dean tried to move but Venom grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, "Don't move. Breeders have very poor eye-sight, if you stay still they won't make you an egg-sack"

"Venom we have bad news and good news"

"I'm listenin Harm"

"Bad news is we don't have an exit so you'll have to go through them but the good news is you get to kill some Breeders but you might wanna hurry up about it"

Venom clicked off her walky-talky, the Breeders still lingering about trying to find an egg-sack, the beasts could smell it, something was lurking in the darkness, ready to be claimed.

"Come with me if you wanna live" Venom let out a weird giggle, "I've always wanted to say that"

Dean had no choice but to follow the weird girl, maybe she could let him in on where the hell he was, not to mention she had a shot-gun and the black beast that swooped for him swiftly lost it's head. Dean kept trying to follow but due to bone weariness, he just couldn't keep up. His body stumbled until he was on the ground, a black beast leering over him. Dean could see it's sharp jaws slick with saliva, thick orange eyes staring hungrily at him, Dean felt his body weaken, his hands reaching out for the mystical orange circles, the trance broke with a loud boom. Green innards and blue blood spewed over his body, a lone tattooed hand and those weird goggles reaching out for him.

"Don't touch the Breeders. It's how they get you" Venom turned and shot the last one that came for them, so far they were safe.

Dean found himself outside looking at a world that was falling apart, everything was abandonned and ruined, nothing like he re-called. It was like a weird fucked up dream, yes that had to be it. He was dreaming.

"I get it now Venom, I'm dreaming"

Venom promptly smacked his nose with the butt of her shot-gun, "Feel like a dream sweetheart?"

"You didn't have to smack me"

"No I didn't but I get testy when I have to save ass when I should be lookin for food." Venom started walking fast down the rubbish littered street,

"Keep up or you'll die. There are worse things than Breeders out here Dr Ambrose"

Dean quickly caught up with the strange girl hoping that she would be at least be able to tell him how she knew his name.