Warnings: Language, drugs, gang related stuff

Six years, five months, twenty-two days.

It has been that long since Dean Winchester had been a free man. Getting pulled over with several pounds of coke for a customer isn't something easy to walk away from. Especially when the cop that pulls you over isn't getting kickbacks from the club.

But it wasn't like Dean had had almost seven years to think about it or anything like that.

He walked out of the prison like he had walked in, with his back straight and his head held high. They had given him his belongings back after they had arrested and sentenced him, minus the cocaine. And he had a nice, very big fine that he would have to pay within the next year. But he was free now.

It was May and the sun was high in the sky. It was starting to get warm out. But Dean had just been about two weeks shy of missing the heatwave that had struck Central Texas. He did get yard time, but he was too busy doing others things to worry too much about the heat. Like charming the guards and winning favors from other inmates. Dean was the kingpin of the prison system. It was a god given talent if there ever was one.

The sun almost blinded Dean as he walked out to the parking lot where his bike was waiting, fresh from impound. He smiled some at his beautiful baby. It wasn't the car that had once belonged to his dad, but it was his. He glanced around the parking lot and that when he saw another bike sitting not too far from his. And someone sitting on it, puffing away at a cigarette.

"Son of a bitch." Dean laughed, walking over to the other bike. "Is this the best welcome wagon they could muster up?"

"What can I say brother?" Benny Lafitte flicked the cigarette onto the asphalt and snuffed it out with his boot. "I must be the only one that wants to see your sorry ass." He got off his bike and walked over to Dean, pulling him into a hug which Dean took. "Glad to have you back Dean."

"Thanks man." Dean said, patting his back before they separated. "It's good to be back." He looked around at the parking lot. Cop cars and visitors. But no one else from the club. "Seriously, where the fuck is everyone else?"

"Back at the club, waitin' on you asshole." Benny teased. Dean rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face. The got on their bikes, revving them up. A few bystanders looked at them, but Dean and Benny didn't bother making eye contact. Some people were afraid of them, some people loved them. But most of all, they were respected. The patches stood for something. Since Dean was sixteen, they had been his everything. They represented family. And if Dean was anything, it was loyal to family.

The pair sped away from the prison. It was settled in Travis county, right by Austin. But they were heading south away from it. Towards the small town nestled between San Antonio and Austin. But just because it was small didn't mean it could be underestimated. Wolfpine, Texas had a lot of spirit. It just wasn't always the good kind. People say the town had gone to shit in the past forty-years, and a lot of people told them to never let their kids go to Wolfpine. But people still lived there and people still came to visit for one reason or another. Dean didn't know too many people who had left Wolfpine after high school.

Well, except for one.

They rode side by side down I-35 before they could get off at their exit and take some more scenic roads towards Wolfpine. Dean was enjoying the breeze in his face.

Six years, five months, twenty-two days.

He was starting to think that he would never be on the road again. He could stay on the road as long as he paid that hefty fine and could prove to anyone who asked that he wasn't just some worthless junkie. Which they should have noticed with the countless drug tests he had to take. But when it came to possession, people always assumed that you were taking it. Everything always went hand and hand when it came to cops.

And Dean knew firsthand how they tried to find other things to charge you with while you were already trapped in those concrete walls.

He took a glance over at Benny. He had his own helmet on and some dark sunglasses. His helmet had a new sticker on it that wasn't on it when Dean had been sentenced.

RIP John Winchester

1954-2001

True Man of Mayhem

Dean gripped the handlebars a little as he thought about everything he had missed while he was forced to be gone. There was so much that had happened in that time and Dean truly hated how much of his own life had flown by without him.

A bit later, they finally passed the sign that Dean had been longing to see the entire time he had been gone.

Welcome to Wolfpine!

Home of the Wolfpine Warriors

Dean couldn't stop the smile that spread on his face as he saw the familiar territory of his hometown. Though he had been born in Kansas, he had grown up here in Texas. Wolfpine was his hometown, no matter what hospital he had been born in and which apartment his parents had for a couple months after he was born. There were a couple more For Lease signs than he had remembered in the past, but for the most part, things were still the same.

Benny and Dean pulled into the parking lot of Winchester-Singer Auto Repair. A joint venture between Dean's real dad and his surrogate one. The one that helped John raise him and Sam when Mary was six feet under. John and Bobby had been friends on and off for a long time, taking their love of cars and bikes to a new level when they started The Hunters. A simple garage turned into so much more.

But it all felt so strange to Dean, knowing that John was gone.

"Here we are brother." Benny said as they parked their bikes over by one of the junker cars they scraped parts off of. Dean looked over at the office as he took his helmet off. Ellen Harvelle was running the desk like normal, but her usual smile that she had on wasn't there.

"Bill?" Dean asked. Benny sighed.

"Caught in the crossfire." Benny stated. "Left Ellen and Jo behind."

As if on queue, Dean heard the hard thud of a wooden broom handle hitting the asphalte, followed by the cries of a teenage girl.

"Oh my god! Dean!" Jo ran over and tackled hugged Dean then. She knocked him off his balance some, since he wasn't expecting her. "You're here!"

"Yeah, yeah." He pushed her away some and saw that she was taller and leaner than the last time he had seen her. "Damn Jo, when did you grow up?" She was about two and a half years younger than Sam, and had become the Winchester boys unofficial little sister, no matter how much they wished she would just leave them alone.

"Hey Jo, Dean's got some business to attend to inside." Benny said. Dean and Benny headed towards the shop, where no one seemed to be. Jo watched him and sighed before picking her broom back up and working on sweeping the parking lot.

"Girl got curvy." Dean joked with Benny as they made their way to the heavy metal doors. They passed through them, walking past shelves of parts and other materials.

"Yeah. But anything's gonna look good to you after seven years of sausages." Benny laughed. Dean rolled his eyes but followed Benny through another set of doors. This one let them into the bar that the Hunters hung out in. But, yet again, there was no one there.

"Okay, what gives?" Dean asked as they entered the bar. "There's no one here."

"Just wait." Benny assured Dean. With a smirk on his face, he pushed open the heavy wooden doors to their meeting room. Heads turned to look at them as they entered. Dean's eyes immediately fell on head of the table. The chair that once belonged to his father. In his place sat Bobby Singer.

"Dean." Bobby said, standing and round the table. "Welcome home son." He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean returned it, loving the feeling of being home. "It's so good to have you back." Dean looked around the room as they pulled apart. Dean saw familiar faces and couldn't help but smile.

"Garth? He's just a prospect!" Dean laughed.

"Not anymore Dean man." Garth said, showing off his patch. "Haven't been for a couple years."

"Was one of the last things your dad did." Bobby explained. Dean looked around, his smile falling some.

"Where's Sammy?" Dean asked. Benny and Bobby looked at each other. "Guys?"

"Dean, I think we need to talk." Benny said, offering Dean a seat.