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Chapter 1: Crazy Gordon Walker

After a long day of working at the garage there is nothing like the comfort of your own bed. The familiar dips and curves of the mattress under his body, and the way his pillow had been beaten into the shape of his head, and the comfort and sense of security under the comforter that's wrapped around his shoulders while he slept. What could be better?

Dean Winchester buried his face into the freshly washed pillow case, enjoying the clean scent as he nodded off to sleep.

It was the sound of the opening chords of Shinedown's Bully that jarred him out of sleep. Even if that was not something he listened to it wouldn't take long to learn the words to whatever it was the neighbors upstairs were listening to on the nights they decided to party.

And lucky for the Winchesters, this was the third night in a row that them bastards decided to party.

The annoyingly small apartment Dean shared with his little brother was one unit of a four unit complex. When they had signed the contract the landlord had made all kinds of promises to get them to move in. She would fix the warped floor in Dean's room, tear out the carpet that had suffered through years of abuse, the constant stream of ants in the kitchen, and a myriad of other little things that did not seem like a huge deal until they moved in and found a myriad of other little things that they hated and quite a few huge things that steadily drove them insane. The biggest being the neighbors upstairs and the fucked up people they bring home with them.

What is it that makes them fucked up? They watch. Everything. With Sam going to pre-law, and Dean paying for it out of what he made at the garage, paying the electric bill after a month of having all of their windows covered was enough to make them want to scream at the unfairness of it all, but they couldn't afford anywhere else and they had signed a lease for at least two years. They were stuck with what they had, and that included the fuckers that watched everything they did through the unblocked windows while music loud enough to shake their floor with the bass and every word was as clear as if he had been listening to it through headphones.

Lucky them.

"It's eight AM, this Hell I'm in. It seems I've drawn the line again for being nothing more than who I am."

Dean groaned, in frustration. Just a few hours, that's all he wanted. Just a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. Is that too much to ask?

Laughter was outside the ridiculously long and wide window that took up a good portion of the wall in his bedroom. That was Dean's que to get up before the bastards started pounding on the window. Some nights it was as if they lived in a zoo and they were the animals that kids messed with through the glass. He hated it here. And the cherry on the fucking top was no matter what they did, the landlord, the police, did nothing about it. Who knows how many tickets they had been given for disturbing the peace- if they got any at all. The parties continued as if nothing happened.

Pushing himself off of the mattress, hissing slightly at the cold December air hit his flushed skin from being wrapped in the comforter, letting the blanket fall around his legs as he sat on them, trying to rub the tiredness from his eyes. His eyes were having difficulty staying open and that meant a long day at work later. Glancing at the alarm clock he let out an angry shriek. Midnight! Midnight! He had a grand total of two hours that night, three the night before, and another two the night before that! He had a job and Sam was going to pre law! The work that kid had to do made Dean's head hurt and he wasnt the one doing it!

Enough was enough! Getting out of bed, ignoring the two assholes standing outside of his bedroom window making humping gestures, and spanking motions at his nearly naked form, he dug through the pair of jeans laying on his floor for his cell phone. Somebody was going to do something. Tonight.

The landlord's number was on speed dial from the amount of times he had called her. Pressing the number, he held the phone up to his ear, flipping off the guys outside his window while he waited. After the third ring, Bela Talbot picked up.

"Hello, Dean. To what do I have the honor?" Her voice carried over, making Dean's skin crawl, and not in a good way. There was just something about her that pissed him off on a level he didn't think he had until he moved into the shit hole he was in now.

"I'm going to fuck him up, Bela. I swear it!" He growled, pulling on his jeans over his boxers before picking up his shirt off of the floor as well.

"Always with the pleasantries." Bela said. He could feel the smart ass grin on her face through the phone. "Who is it, exactly, are you going to fuck up, and why is it any of my concern?"

"You know exactly who it is, Bela. Gordon Walker! He's having another one of his fucking parties!" He shouted into the phone over the music that had been turned up to tune Dean out. "I have to go to work and Sam needs sleep to go to school! We can't live like this! It's Tuesday and I have slept a grand total of seven hours since Sunday! This needs to end!"

He could hear her sigh heavily over the phone. "What exactly do you want me to do about it?" She asked, sounding irritated with him.

"I want you to stop it! I don't care how!"

There was a pause. "Fine, I guess I can give him a call, Princess." And she hung up.

"Fucking bitch." Dean grumbled, shoving the shirt on over his head and leaving the room.

Sam was sitting in the living room, flipping through channels, his girlfriend Jessica Moore was sitting beside him, both of them looking worn out. Dean wondered how long Sam had been spending the night with Jessica when he says he's out studying with Adam Milligan who was studying pre-med. Did Sam even know about sex? After all, he was so uptight about it. He made a mental note to have the discussion about the birds and the bees later on when he wouldn't be so bitchy about it.

"Called Bela. Said she'd call Gordon." Dean informed his brother, leaning against the door frame. Sam nodded absently, deciding to turn the television off all together, running his hands through his hair.

"I don't know how long I can take this, Dean. We can't live like this." The younger man was barely heard over all of the noise.

"We'll figure something out." Dean called back, opening the closet door to grab his boots. There was only one closet in the whole apartment and it was located in the living room. It ran across the entire wall with doors on both sides. Just one of the little things about the house that made no sense to the brothers. "In the mean time, I'm headed out."

"Where?" Sam asked, getting off of the couch. Twisting to crack his back, he noticed the small group of people sitting on the stairs that lead up to Gordon's apartment, looking in on them. If there was one thing Sam missed about living in their old place, other than the silence, was having privacy. They had none of that here.

"Anywhere but here." Dean pulled them on, grabbing the thickest jacket he had. When he was as dressed as he was going to be, he dug his keys out of his pockets and tossed them to Sam, who caught them. "You guys head over to Jess' place. Get some sleep."

He didn't wait for Sam to say anything, he just walked out the door into the cold air.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do than spy on us? We're not that interesting." He snapped at the people sitting on the snow covered stairs. He only got laughter in return.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Dean Winchester." Gordon's voice called from above him. Of course, every window in the apartment was open. Dean was pretty sure that he was certifiable insane.

"Come on, Walker! Some of us need to sleep at night!" Dean called back, knowing that he might as well have said nothing at all. Nothing he said ever got through to Gordon.

"I'll stop when Sam moves out."

"What do you have against Sam?" Dean demanded, staring up at the window the other man was leaning out of. "He hasn't done anything to you."

"I don't like him here. He brings bad vibes to the place." Was the reply.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sam is gone most of the time anyway!"

"I know. When he is gone, I will be quiet. When he's here, I will party." And with that, he disappeared into the house.

Rolling his eyes, Dean made his way down the concrete steps that led to the sidewalk, trying not to slip too much on the ice, and began to walk. He wasn't sure where he was going yet, but as long as he was away from Crazy Gordon, he didn't care.