Hey everyone! Just want to let you all know this is my first story that I am actually sharing with everyone. I'm super nervous and I hope you all like it. Also. This story takes place in the past or THEN and in the present NOW, so don't get confused when you see THEN and NOW. It might also be a little confusing at first, but I promise as the story unfolds you will understand all of it. Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!

THEN

Jon leaned his head back against the coolness of the brick wall behind him. Laughing surrounding him, clouding his senses. Powder on his nose. His body and brain buzzing now, drugs streaming through his system. He didn't care at this point who provided his fix, as long as he got it.

Although it was a cool spring evening, his body was sweaty, his long blond hair was damp with sweat, and sticking to his face, and his fringe swept over his eyes, blinding most of his vision.

Jon was slowly brought back to reality when he heard the familiar voice of his best friend, the only other person in the world that ever had his back. Sammi, stumbled over, howling and barking like a crazy person. Jon smiled, and laughed, his friends behavior wasn't anything out of the norm. Sammi was crazy, people were intimidated by him, and usually even more so when him and Jon were together. For being homeless, druggies living on the street or from couch to couch, they were dirty, tall, at one point muscular, but drugs took over, and their bodies went to shit. Now skinny and starved, living on drugs, and thrown away food, life didn't seem to matter. It was only ever ok when snorting, or injecting the needle.

"Hey, Mox, save some for me!" Sammi shouted. Jon looked over at his friend, eyes glazed and red, his head buzzing sweetly, as he offered his best friend the straw he just used. Sammi sat down, crossed legged, before snorting the intoxicating drug. He was quick to join Jon in his drug induced stupor.

NOW

His heart beat hard and heavy in his chest, sweat pouring off every inch of his body, but he ignored it. He kept running in the hot blistering sun, while his current favorite song by the unknown band blasted through his headphones. This moment right here, right now, was euphoric in every sense of the word. He had never felt better then he did right now. He had only one more block to go before reaching his neighborhood. His stomach tightened at the thought of going home, showering, and having to go out tonight.

The music stopped playing through his headphones, and was replaced by: Incoming call from Roman

"Yeah?" He answered, out of breath.

"Hey brother! I have a favor to ask." Dean rolled his eyes. Roman was the reason Dean was alive today, in his mind, he owed Roman his life, and would do anything the Samoan asked.

"Sure, anything."

"Would you mind picking up a few extra cases of beer before you come over?"

"Dude, I still have the fridge stocked with beer from the last party. I can bring that over, save you some money." Dean instantly regretted saying that, but he was just trying to help. Dean comfortable life, but his mind always pulled him right back to the streets no matter what. He couldn't help but think that any second the money would be gone, his beautiful girlfriend for the last year and a half would be gone, everything in his new life would be ripped away from him, and he would wake up, back on the streets, with nothing more than dirty ripped clothes on his back, and a newspaper blanket.

His throat tightened, and for a minute he couldn't breathe, waiting for Roman's response.

"That would be great man. See you in an hour then." Roman said, before hanging the phone up.

Dean sighed of relief, and hung up the phone. He looked up at his house, which he jogged back to the rest of the way while talking to Roman. Life was good now, he had no worries. How could he deserve a life like this? More importantly, how did Roman find him, or even want to reach out and lend a helping hand? What was it he said that day? "We all need help sometimes. I want to help you."

Dean shook his head, trying to push away his memories of his past life, as he walked up the driveway, up to his red front door, and pushed it open. It was still early morning, and he knew his girlfriend was still in bed. It was her day off anyways, and she slept in until noon sometimes. Dean walked up the stairs into the master bedroom, where he found his girlfriend sitting up in bed, a smile on her face.

"Morning beautiful." He said to her, as he leaned down, offering her a kiss, which she took.

"Morning sexy." She said, playfulness evident in her voice. She didn't care that Dean was covered in sweat, she wanted to feel his warm body next to hers, she'd wash the sheets later. "Come lay down with me."

"You know I can't right now. I have to go help Roman set up for the party."

"You can be a few minutes late."

Dean smiled down at his beautiful blond haired girlfriend. How did he get so lucky to have Renee Young in his life? He pondered that question everyday, since the moment she stepped into his life. "Sorry Ren, but I really do need to shower, and head over to Rome's." Dean said, turning on his heel and walking in the direction of their bathroom.