You may see this place and find no worth but it's our little piece of heaven here on earth.
-The Script
CHAPTER ONE: Not a good time to play hide-n-seek.
The teeny, tiny prickles of sunshine did a good job to slither in between the curtain by the window. A hint of a clock ticking somewhere a midst the darkness I the room. Everything seemed to be undisturbed by the presence of light that was penetrating the place. Well, everything except for Dean Winchester, the ever famous lady's man who can captivate anyone's heart with a simple wink, is currently groaning deeply as if the little ray of sunshine did something to offend him greatly. Rubbing the sleep away, he push himself up, trying to recollect himself. The strong pounding in his head isn't helping as he cautiously, eyeing the place from the red coated walls to the thick frilly curtains.
He was dumbly staring at the empty space in between a cherry wood desk and a blue basket of waste, when it hit him. This is not his room.
This. Is. Not. His. Room.
Somehow his mind emphasize the words like a yell echoed through the empty cave. His eyes gone wide when memories from last night came crashing.
Light. Bright colored lights. A crowd dancing from a far and music blazing loudly enough to make the ground tremble. The smell of lime and a bitter taste imprinted in his mouth. Then a sweet intoxicated voice whispers 'let's get out here, big boy.'
And so on the memory of last night continues to play and trap him in a daze, only to snapped out when his eyes landed at the black alarm clock that flashes '9:08'.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelped, immediately jump out of the bed and then discovered he was fully naked. This time he silently curse and fumbled desperately for his clothes.
When he was able to dress up, a buzzing sound was heard by the desk. A name 'Sammy' is displayed in the screen, Sam Winchester, a twenty-six year old successful lawyer and a raging moose of a younger brother, that can be a nagging mother who will bite his head off when angered, was currently calling. He quickly swipe his phone off the desk and head outside the room before answering the call.
"Where the hell are you, Dean?!" An angry voice greeted him.
"Well, hello to you too, Sammy. Way to greet your big brother warmly this morning." Dean rolled his eyes, finding himself that he needs to come down four flight of stairs.
"Damn it, Dean. You know we're moving out today and now you decided to play hide n' seek of all days."
"Don't get your panties in a twist, I'm heading back to the apartment." He said, descending the stairs quickly.
Sam sighed, "No need, I got all your things sorted out. I'll meet you at McDonald's." Hearing a shuffling of plastic bag.
"But I haven't shower yet." Dean flinched when he smelled his grey shirt.
"Yeah, well that's not my problem. You could have showered if you went home last night. Plus we're in a tight schedule, Dean. I did told you last week that we would push through the plan."
"Okay, okay. Sheesh!" Passing by a big potted plant by the lobby. He reached out for the door knob. "I'll be there in fiv- no wait make it ten. I need to figure out first where I am."
"Goddamit, De-"
"See you soon, Samantha." He cut off. And ended the call. Now he just need to find out where the hell he is and survive his brother nagging him later. One out of two can't be bad as he walk along the crowded street hoping that he is in Mexico or Norway, away from his brother's wrath. The sun shines brightly up and the sky was ever blue somehow saying this is going to be a good day, so Dean shove his phone back in his pocket and took advantage of this fine day.
"Look, who decided to show up!" Sam glowered and Dean just sunk down his seat and pick up his food. Thinking how unlucky he is when he learn that he is not geographically away from his brother. In fact he was just five blocks away from their meeting place which he took time to walk.
"You know, Sammy. You sound like an angry housewife." Dean shove a piece of fries.
"Do you know what time is it, Dean? It's past eleven o'clock and we are supposed to be on the road going to Sioux Falls, right now."
"Correction, a ballistic housewife who just found out her husband spend all their dough to satisfy his gambling habits," he paused, taking the lid off his cup of coffee. "Oh relax! It will only take us, what? A couple of hours to arrive. You forgot I ain't rusty in driving."
"Dean it will only take us a few hours if we commute by plane. Normally, since you are scared of heights and would never ride a plane in this lifetime, we would take a day hitting the road." Sam scowled, slapping some keys on the table.
"Since it was your idea to start late you better strap your ass up and drive the whole day."
"No problem then." Dean smug widely eyes mocking on his brother as he shove down the rest of his burger and quickly drank down the coffee and made his way on his impala, his most priceless possession. A black classic beauty 1967 Chevy, he and John Winchester restored.
He open the door and sat down the Driver's seat, titling the rearview mirror and wearing a huge sunglasses that was hanging on it. He snuck a glance to his brother.
"Wipe that frown off your face, this is going to be an easy ride Samantha." He smirked earning a scowling mumble from Sam.
Later that day, Dean found out it wasn't one of those easy and fun ride.
"Son of a bitch! I should have been working right now instead of driving in the middle of nowhere with my moose of a brother that keeps on relying on a machine for direction rather than bringing with him a map!" Dean said irritably, they have been driving for five hours under the scourging heat.
"Hey! At least we're not lost and have you forgotten that the both us suck in navigating. And by the way, you proudly said and I quote 'this is going to be an easy ride Samantha.' Which as you can see is really an easy ride. Good job, Dean." Sam, who was busy fanning himself at the passenger seat, said mockingly.
"Yeah, well we don't need to be navigating if we have just stayed back home in L.A where we could have been working!" Dean retorted as sweat seemed to roll down his face while hands were gripping tightly on the steering wheel.
The dessert heat was merciless this time around. The heat wave was somehow visible when the surrounding starts to look like a transparent jello.
"We've talked about this Dean, you need a break. More likely we need a fresh start from everything that happened last year." Sam said concern laced in his voice there was a pregnant paused between them.
Sam somehow trap in a daze, remembering how things change and mostly how he change not in a good way. L. A. was a city of great opportunity, he was blessed with a job that he truly loves. At first he was a dedicated lawyer, one who seem to do his job rightfully. Never let anything to come in between his career. Then he met the love his life namely Jessica Moore, a fellow colleague much of the same burning passion in her chosen career as he is.
Jess was a levelheaded girl, who professionally does her job with grace and an air of self- rightenuousness when she step in the court. And with that Jesse was able to sweep Sam off his feet. They have been boyfriend and girlfriend for a year and a half, then engaged for three months. Unfortunately, a tragedy bloomed in Christmas Eve of 2010. Sam and Jesse were involve in a car accident which Jessica Moore was not able to survive. Sam who loss his fiancé went down right spiraling. Grief struck him like heavy chains that prevent him from moving.
"And we're not really moving to a new town. We're moving back to our old hometown, Dean. It was our home before." Sam snap out of the trance as he shrug off the impending memories by eyeing the front mirror that reflects a moving truck behind them.
"Well L.A is our home now, Sammy. Sioux fall was our old hometown that wasn't much of a home to us." Dean said darkly, glaring at his brother.
"Not anymore, listen Dean. I may be a hypocrite by saying this but man you might have gain fame and fortune in L.A or get everything you thought you ever wanted but either you're aware or unaware you were slowly losing yourself. Hell! I was losing myself too, Dean." Sam said sincerely eyes full of sadness and regret. "One day I woke up feeling so hollowed then I look at myself in front of the mirror expecting to see my reflection but all I can see is... Never mind. Look, can we just try this?" Sam pleaded as he lean his forehead against the half open window. His brother said nothing for the rest of the journey.
The sun was perking up in the sky when they arrive. Both are still frustrated from the argument earlier they kept the silent a little bit longer.
The sound of gravel crunching and other cars passing were the only sound present.
Soon they arrive and parked the impala right in front the moving truck. They stepped outside looking around the new place. There were less people walking down the side street since it's late in the afternoon. Looking up in front of the apartment building the mover starts to get outside the truck and headed to Sam who was holding some papers and instructing them things while Dean was busy looking around the area.
The town was quite the same except for some unfamiliar establishment. What caught his attention was when he catch a glimpse of a red bricked building just right next to the apartment building with a sign board that read 'lick-it-like-it bake shop'.
"Are you kidding me?" Dean muttered upon reading the sign." That's the most lamest thing I've ever read."
Even Sam, who was busy signing some paper, got curious and stole a glance, he almost choke on his own spit when he read it.
"That sounded more like a sex shop," Sam said "is that even allowed?"
Dean just shrug as he notice a honey blond haired man sitting lazily by the glass window of the shop. His legs were hanging on top of the round wooden table, he noticed how the man was looking eagerly at them, clearly eyes planted at Sam who was still laughing.
'Great way to start this new life.' Dean thought rolling his eyes while glaring daggers at the man inside the shop. Somehow the man had felt his gaze but instead of looking away he winked at him and he continues to watch Sam.
"Hey Dean. Just finish giving Hank the instruction might take a while for them to finish. We better scarce ourselves away from the apartment for a few hours." Sam explain while rolling the paper "Let's better stay somewhere to chill for a while."
"Yeah sure." Dean reply still crossing his hands against his chest as he glared stubbornly on the creepy man.
"Let's go then." Sam invited.
"Uhuh." Still paying attention to the person by the window.
"And we should apply some yoga classes together."
"That's a great idea."
"By the way I was the one who vomit on baby last year it wasn't Charlie."
"That's wonderful Sammy."
"You're not even listening." Sam points out grabbing deans face and force him to look at him.
"I am listening." Dean defended.
"Really? So what did I say." Sam challenge.
"Something about moving back to L.A." Dean smiled sweetly now looking at his brother who is giving him a resting bitch face.
"Touchy, touchy." He added.
"Okay, okay. What were you talking about? Sheesh.. stop making that face Sasquatch. I promise to listen now." Dean raise his hand in surrender. As he give his attention to his brother.
"We are starting a new life here Dean. A clean state. Now, it's up to you. how would you like to live it?"
Sam sighed and shake his head leaving Dean behind to ponder the question.
Yeah. How would you like to live it.
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