Demons and Lovers
Disclaimer: This is my version of the past present and future of the Winchester boys and other characters none of which I own.
Chapter 1
It was early autumn in Bankston, Oklahoma and the weather was unseasonably warm even after the
sun had set. Dean locked the door to his room at the sooner state motel and walked across the street
to a bar that looked just seedy enough to fit his mood.
The pungent aroma of smoke and alcohol didn't even register as he walked through the door. He simply
headed to the bar. Choosing the barstool closest to the exit was a good getaway strategy. So he choose
a seat at the end of the bar with a view of all the people in the room thus making it to easily spot a
threat. As the bartender gave him his beer Dean gave a quick assessment of his surroundings.
Usually he could do what he wanted while his Dad was nearby in case Dean took on more that he could
handle, but for the last year he had been doing his own gigs, only seeing his dad when the elder
Winchester deigned to order Dean to come with him. Nothing was the same and although he loved his
brother he had to admit the shitty way things had been going lately all had stemmed from Sammy.
After he had gotten his acceptance letter to Stanford as well as his full Scholarship notice, Sam and John
had gotten into a huge fight. Dean had seen them fight before, usually he could break it up and send
each party to their neutral corners but this fight had been even more than he could handle. In the end
both his dad and Sam had traded the worst insults and Sam had left. He hoped Sam was happy now
going to college and living it up especially because of the huge toll it was taking on his family.
Two hours and three or four beers later Dean was pulled from his internal musings when instead of the
same old classic country songs the first strains of 'You shook me all night long' blasted from the jukebox.
Dean could hear the grumblings of a few of the old locals who had probably spent more than half of
their lives in this bar. It was the woman standing in front of the jukebox however who had captured his
attention. Because of a soft wave of thick chestnut curls he couldn't see her face or whether she had a
nice rack, but if those long shapely legs and firm ass were any indication this girl was going to be just the
cure he needed to get his mind off his family for the night.
Putting his signature cocky grin on, he made his way across the bar to the girl. The way she moved her
body to the beat of the song made his mind muddy and he almost had to shake his head to clear his
thoughts of the erotic plans he had for the woman in question. Placing his arm high on the wall behind
the music player and leaning close Dean pursued his favorite kind of game.
"Nice song choice." he began, "If I heard another lonesome my dog and woman left me country song I
would've had to kill myself."
When she turned toward him casually flipping her hair over shoulder he totally lost the ability to breathe
let alone think. She was really beautiful, not just hot enough to lay.
She gave him a once over and with a smart ass little frown said "Too bad." She watched him smile at first
before the true nature of her comment occurred to him. His dumbfounded look actually made him a
little cuter but she quickly pushed that thought away as she left him leaning against the jukebox.
Somewhere deep in thought Dean realized he had been given the brush off, when he decided on the
perfect comeback he focused back on the girl only to finally realize that she was gone.
He turned sharply scanning the room for her only to come up empty. "Damn" he muttered under his
breath as he realized he had been bested by a girl who was half his weight and a good foot shorter than
him. 'Thank God that his old man wasn't with him' he thought, 'He would have laughed his ass off'.
Shrugging his shoulders in resolution, Dean threw a couple bills on the bar and left alone and very
unhappy about it.
Hope you enjoyed it. TBC