A/N: Haven't played in a while. The show's been getting me down. This is actually the first thing I've written in like three weeks. I need to get back to all my WIP's. So anyway Enjoy!
Disclaimer: STILL not mine! Dammit!
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The name he signed to the sheet of blue paper wasn't his. It was his first alias.
The gun the store owner handed him wasn't his. Not yet. He had to wait for his "name" to clear all the usual government databases.
While he waited he turned the weapon over in his hands admiring the clean lines, the delicate etchings and the creamy pale of the inlaid mother-of-pearl grip. It was the first gun he'd ever bought for himself.
His dad said it was too flashy.
To Dean it was simply… perfect.
"All yours son."
Sweeter words were never spoken.