"Hey, guys, I just learned the bass line from Final Fantasy 2." Dean told them. He plays the bass line on his bass.
He was at his friend, Chuck's house for their band rehearsal. Dean was part of a band called Team Free Will, which consists of his good friend, Chuck; their strange groupie friend, Garth; and Dean's ex-girlfriend, Jo. Chuck was really serious about the music and bands. Sometime it annoys Dean every time Chuck complains about getting gigs.
"Okay, guys," said Chuck. "I've been needing to get us a gig at the RockIt. Hopefully, the Boss will see us or hear us."
"You obviously think that the Boss is gonna be at the RockIt," Jo asked him. "He has better things to do than watch our band."
Jo had a way of bringing people down. She used to be more positive in high school. That's when she and Dean broke up, and her attitude changed to a more negative mood.
"Oh, come on, Jo," Dean tries to calm her down. "This guy is one of the most famous music producers. He has to hear us. We could be the next indie rock band of Lawrence."
"Even better than Knights of Hell including—" Jo mentions.
Dean cuts her off. "Never mention her name ever again."
"Roger that, D.W." Jo salutes him.
As Garth was fixing one of the amps, he says, "So, Dean, didn't Sam mention that you got a new girlfriend?"
"As a matter of fact, I do." Dean smiled. "Her name is Becky Rosen. She's about eighteen years-old, very hyper, and so adorable."
"Is she still in high school?" Garth asked him.
"Yes, I-I know she's a bit young, but she's very mature for her age." The doorbell rang. "And that is for me."
Dean got up and answered the door. In front of him was his new girlfriend, Becky Rosen. "Hey, Sweetheart," she says as she plants a small kiss on his cheek.
"Come on, Becky." Dean invites her in. He closes the door behind her. "Guys, this is Becky. Becky, these are my friends, Garth, Jo, and Chuck."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you guys," Becky smiles at them.
"So you're Dean's new girlfriend, eh?" Jo asks her.
"Yes, I am." She answers her.
"Let me ask you something. Are you a bit young to be dating a low-life, sorry excuse for a twenty-three year-old who's in between jobs and can barely afford his own car?" Jo grinned.
Becky looked at Dean for a moment. He bit his lip and sighed, "Thank you, Jo, for telling her all of that."
"My pleasure." Jo smirks.
"Becky and I are heading out so see you guys later." Dean puts on his jacket and leads Becky out the door.
As they walked off the porch, Becky asked Dean, "Do you live here or something?"
"Oh, no, Chuck and Garth live here." He informs her. "I live a few blocks from here."
"Do you live alone?" She asks him curiously.
"No, I live with my friend, Charlie. She's one of my best friends in the world."
"Wait!" Becky stops him. "Charlie is a girl?"
Dean nodded. "Yes, she is a girl. It's totally cool. Charlie is a lesbian so you don't have to worry about anything."
"Oh, okay. Just to be clear, full on lesbian, correct?" She asks him.
"Charlie wouldn't even kiss a guy if it would save her life." Dean assures her.
They got into his Impala and drove off. Dean puts in the song More Than A Feeling by Boston.
"What song is this?" Becky asked him.
"More Than A Feeling by Boston." Dean tells her. "You've never heard of this song?"
"No, I haven't. I always thought this song was like for old guys."
"Well technically I am a little too old for you." He reminds her.
"No, you're not." She assures him. "My dad is like eight years older than my mom so you're good."
Dean stopped by the music shop. He and Becky started looking through all the CDs. "ACDC, Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Jimi Hendrix, and all of them are my favorites." Dean tells Becky.
"Yeah, my dad listens to all of this," Becky informs him. "His favorite song is Wanted Dead or Alive."
"Good song. My brother and I would always jam out to that song."
"Oh, yeah, Sam, right? How's he doing?"
"He applied for Stanford. Sam is really anxious about getting something. That place is the school of his dreams."
"Well you must be very proud of him." Becky looks up at one of the workers next to her. "Excuse me? Do you know where I can find the albums for the Knights of Hell?"
"It's right next to the Abbadon cardboard, Chipmunk." Bela rudely points out. She notices Dean looking down at the CDs ignoring her. "Oh, Dean Loose-Chester, what a coincidence?"
"Hey, Bela," he muttered. "You didn't have to be so rude to her."
"Well I'm not sorry that your new girlfriend is Lil' Miss Sunshine over here. Are you coming to my party tonight or not?"
"I don't want to. Why? Because it's your party. Also, you and Chuck broke up like four months ago."
"People move on, Dean. Anyways have fun with Perky Polly." She sarcastically smirks. Then, she walks off.
Becky turns to her boyfriend. "Who's Bela?" She asks him.
"She's Chuck's ex-girlfriend. First class, all-American bitch. Apparently, Chuck has a thing for total bitches like her."
"Sheesh! Can we head over to the library? I've been needing to get something."
Dean drives his girlfriend over to the local library. In the non-fiction section, Becky stacks a few books in Dean's hands.
"What are these books for?" Dean asks her.
"For biology." Becky answers him. "Mr. Crispo wants us to do this experiment on plants or something like that. Biology is my worst subject."
"It's okay. It was my worst subject too. Mrs. Gladden failed me for the semester during my junior year."
"Oh, what for?" Becky stacks another book on Dean.
"We were dissecting pigs and I accidentally dropped my gum in there."
She laughs. "Did you get it out?"
"Oh, hell no. It was covered in pig juice. There was no way that I was gonna get that."
Becky laughs once more. "That's all I need. Come on, Honey."
He and Becky walked down the stairs. Before they could go any further, Dean froze for a moment. Something caught his eye. No, it wasn't something. It was someone.
Never before in twenty-three years has Dean seen anybody like him. At the first desk of the library was the librarian handing a package to a mysterious but attractive man. The guy was a bit short and built. He had on some kind of suit with a white button-up shirt, black pants, and a black blazer. Over the blazer was a dirty trench coat. His physical appearance immediately stunned Dean. The guy's skin was slightly tanned, his hair was as black as the feathers of a raven, and his eyes were the bluest eyes Dean has ever seen.
As the guy walks away from the desk, he caught Dean staring at him. Dean couldn't look away at all. His eyes were locked on him and his jaw dropped. The mysterious guy kept walking with the package in his hands and left.
Even though he left, Dean could stop replaying the memory in his head. The song More Than A Feeling kept playing in his head over and over again.
"Dean," Becky said his name. "Dean? Dean?"
All of a sudden, Dean shook his head and snapped back to reality. "Uh?" He said.
"Are you okay? You like froze."
"Uh…yeah, I just go that a lot. I think it's some mental thing that runs in my family."
"Oh, okay. Let's just go check these books out."
After a long day, Dean returns home and falls onto the couch. "Long day, Dean?" Charlie asked him
"Becky and I hung out." He tells her. "Also, I think I'm possibly gay for this guy I saw at the library."
"No way! You're going queer for someone you just met?"
"Not met. I just saw him and it's like…heaven showered me with gold and love." Dean describes it.
Charlie gives him a look. "Holy crap. I always wanted a gay friend so just break up with Becky and go ask the guy out."
He gets up from the couch. "I can't do that. Becky is so sweet and innocent. I can't just breaks her heart like that."
"Then forget about this guy and keep dating your fake high school girlfriend."
"I can't forget about this guy, Charlie. He's in my head and I feel like he's the Hall to my Oates."
"Or in this case, the Simon to your Garfunkel." She added.
"Exactly!" He exclaims. "I want to meet him, but I don't know about Becky. I don't wanna hurt her."
Charlie grabs some wine and two glasses. She opens it and pours it both glasses. "So what are you thinking?" She asks him.
"Seeing him," he mumbles. "He could be the one."
Ring! Dean pulls his phone out of his pocket and answers it, "Hello?"
"Dean, are you seriously thinking about cheating on your fake high school girlfriend with a guy in a trench coat?" His brother asks him.
"Who the hell told you that?" Dean asks. "Are you telekinetic, Sam?"
"It's telepathic, Dean. Also, Charlie told me."
Dean looks over at his roommate, who was already pouring some wine in her empty glass. "She's barely on her second glass. How the hell does she do that?"
"Never mind that. Dean, you shouldn't be cheating on that poor girl. Out of all people, you should know how shitty it is to get cheated on."
"Don't bring it up, Sammy." He warns his little brother.
"Abbadon." Sam said the familiar name.
"Damn it, Sam!" Dean hisses at his brother. He angrily hangs up the phone. Dean looks over at Charlie, who was already passing out from the alcohol she consumed.