Prologue

It was close to New Year's but Dean did not feel like celebrating.

He just lost his surrogate father and not too long ago, his best friend. Yea, he did not feel like celebrating.

He looked around the bar and actually started to envy the people at the bar. These people had not been through half the crap that he has been through. Dean just shook his head just knowing that what he has been through was the Winchester curse. He just wished that Sammy did not have to go through it. That kid had been through enough.

He knew that Sammy was back at the motel dealing with the loss of Bobby. Heck, he was probably taking it harder than Dean.

Truth be told, Dean was not handling this very well. That was why he was at the bar. Drinking and putting his emotions deep where he couldn't find them helped him deal with pain. He felt a buzz coming and new that he had drink enough. He just needs to sleep it off and repeat the process the next day. To him, life didn't seem important anymore.

Dean put the glass down and threw down some money and walked out of the bar.

What he didn't see was that someone had their eyes on him and this person had a plan.

And this plan was already in motion.