"Boy! Get yer ass up! I'm tired of knockin'."

Dean rolled out of bed, confused to the sudden pounding at the door. His eyes were protesting and whining at him to close his eyes again, but he forced himself to untangle from the sheets. Pulling up a pair of pants, Dean fumbled with his hands at the belt buckle, opening the door open. "Bobby what the hell man? It's too early for this shit." Dean grumbled, smacking his lips a bit to get rid of the morning taste.

Bobby only grunted, eying Dean up and down. "How 'bout you get a shirt on and fix yerself up first."

"I would have time if you didn't come so early."

"Tch, idjit."

Dean rolled his eyes and slammed the door, successfully putting his belt on and throwing a plaid shirt over his head. He chugged out of the carton of orange juice, before splashing his eyes with water. He dried his hands and styled his hair by running his fingers through it, spiking it up. Twisting the door knob he wondered why Bobby was crouching on the ground, shielding him from whatever. "What's up?"

He looked up, shifting to let Dean see. Shuffling about, a scrappy puppy tussled with a small branch, peering up at Dean excitedly. "Bobby...a dog? That's more of Sam's thing, you know that right?" The older gentleman only huffed, shooting Dean a look.

"The thing can make a good herding dog and I don't wanna go to the city this week. And I don't have a place to keep it. Go do yer chores and go out to town for a while, lemme whip her up a house. I'll meet you back at the bar around five." Bobby grunted before stumbling off to his house. He left so quickly he didn't give time for it to sink in that they shared a property, so of course Bobby could keep the dog.

Sighing, Dean looked at her. A small, fluffy ball of a thing, that Dean recognized was a German Shepherd breed. Tying a bandanna around her neck, he decided to name the dog Paige. He called the animals out into the field, and let the new addition to the family yap around and interact with the others. Meanwhile Dean collected the eggs, milk, and Halen's wool, stocking it in the food storage to be shipped off. He also spent time in the field chopping off grass to make fodder, the swing of the sickle causing rough calluses on Dean's hand. Once done, Dean sat a bit under the shade of the tree, taking his boots off to rest his feet in the pond. For nearly three-quarters of a hour he sat there, relaxing and treating himself to a soda pop.

Once three o clock rolled around, Dean hummed a Rolling Stones song as he cleaned himself up a bit, changing into a nice green flannel that brought out his eyes; tossing the sweat-drenched shirt he was wearing before in the clothes bin. He tucked what once was his father's cowboy hat on his head, sliding his fingers across the rim. With that, he stepped back out and took a glance at the barn critters knowing they'll be safe.

The sun hung in the sky, it being the the middle of Summer and all. It must have been said sun that kept most villagers inside, because no one seemed to be outside. Except for a certain dirty-blond male. A mop of hair bobbed up and down, rushing over to Dean. "Hey Dean-o!" The man seemed to have a strong grip, as he was able to pull Dean down slightly just by throwing an arm over his shoulder.

"H-hey Gabriel." Dean tipped his hat and pulled himself out of the headlock, flattening out his shirt. The all-too-chipper man was a bit unnerving for Dean, but he had good intentions. Hopefully.

The playful man-child snatched Dean's hat, placing it on top his head, which didn't sit well with Dean. He yanked it back, placing it on his head a bit too territorially. He didn't like the idea of anyone messing around with his father's stuff. "Hey, so remember my brother I was talkin' 'bout?"

"Last time I checked, you had too many for me to know which one."

"Not Mike, or Luci, or Ralph, or Samandriel, but Cassie!"

"And these are all your brothers?"

"Yup! But Castiel, the one that lives here? I think you'd wanna meet him-"

Dean raised a hand up. "Look, I'd love to meet your brother and everything, but I just wanted some 'me' time this afternoon, ya know?" Dean drawled out, squinting his eyes a bit from the sun.

Gabe only huffed, light brown eyes narrowing into slits. The dark gaze was wiped away quickly and replaced with something friendly. It happened so fast Dean almost didn't notice it. "Oki doki artichoke! Whenever your free just stop by the Inn, kay bud?" Gabriel whisked out of sight, and if Dean didn't know any better, he would think the man shoved him slightly.

All he could do was shake his head at the other guy, slumping over to the bar counter. A cute girl with short, dark hair was frantically scrubbing the counter top. She looked up at Dean, shooting him an exasperated smile that was flushed out by a heavy whoosh of a sigh. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she walked over to Dean. "Hey there, stranger. Haven't seen you in town before. What brings you here?"

Scooting a bit closer towards her, Dean played with the ends of his cuffs. "Ya know Winchester-Singer ranch? Well I'm the Winchester part of the package. Gunna be here for a while." He smiled, making small talk.

The bartender perked up a bit, her light blue eyes lighting up. "Oh! So you know Bobby! He's a regular here...oh! What can I get you?" Her voice quickly shifted from sweet-towns person to professional and serious in a matter of seconds.

As Dean was about to ask for a scotch, another person entered the room. Pale and bone-like, the man came out of from the door in the back in a nice pressed suit. He reminded Dean of a vulture, the way he was nearly balding and his thin dark hair greased back. His eyes were sunken in and nose hung over slightly, lips thin. His fingers were long and sharp. The mysterious man looked at Dean almost as if he was nothing more than a piece of scum. His gaze snapped back to the woman. "Tessa. Will you do me a favor and make me something to eat?"

She was obedient, nodding to what he said and went in the back to fix something up. The man took over the bar and began to clean glasses, eying up at Dean to scoff. "Were you taught manners or raised in a barn? Take your hat off."

Dean was first shocked at this, but felt compelled to do so, and had the sense to be a bit frightened of the man. He placed the hat down beside him on the counter. "Well, no sir, but I do own one." He chuckled a bit nervously.

"Shut up, Dean." Now that was a real shocker, but he couldn't find what was more surprising. The fact he said that or the fact he knew the man's name.

"H-How did you know that? How did you know my name?" And that's where the actual fear did churn in his stomach. Which was odd, since there was only a select few of people Dean was scared of, and no frail-bird like man should be anywhere near there.

He rolled his eyes, placing the cup down. "I know everything that goes on in this town. I'm a bar owner for Christ's sake." The comment did make Dean shrug at understanding. "You don't think Robert has stopped by here once or twice? He went on about how this boy was coming to town, it only made logical sense that was you. He forgot to leave out how dumb-witted you are however."

The farmer sat there in silence, staring. He licked his lips a bit, and settled on his drink. He had nothing to say, and for whatever reason he didn't want to get on this man's bad side. Luckily, Tessa popped her head back in and called the man to the backroom. The lady manned the station again, and Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"He fond of you, ya know." Dean snapped his head up at her. "I heard everything. The walls aren't that thick." He was about to question her, but she cut him off. "How did I know? I'm his daughter. I get the most affection he's ever got. But that, I never see anyone treat you the way he did for you. Feel special."

"Well, I guess I'm lucky. 'Cause I'm going to be here quite a lot now." The comment made Tessa smile, and she leaned on the counter top.

"This place used to be the hottest place on Earth, you know. My dad was the real deal back then. He could play the organ like no other." Her head bobbed to the instrument that was to the left of him, which he surprisingly didn't notice before. He guessed the safety of the town softened his once-sharp city kid senses. "People would come from all over, to here him play and get his drink, a Death's Delight. I guess this is how the place is called 'The Reaper.' He met my mom here too." Tessa looked up at the place, shrugging at old photographs. "But that's history I guess. So Dean-" She switched topics, shuffling about through the cups. "Why'd ya come to old, boring, Forget-Me-Not Valley?"

Dean swirled the cup, watching the amber liquid glide along the edges. "Was my dad's farm, and Bobby's growin' old. Needed help, I suppose." He drawled out, not caring much. He was about to babble about his family and his brother, but light from outside broke the conversation. The door was shut, but another visitor stood with them.

A man dressed nicely, with a white button down and a tan vest stood almost awkwardly. A blue handkerchief poked out from the breast pocket, and black dress pants and nice shoes went along with it. His dark hair was sleeked back, but stuck out in odd places. He eyed Tessa, then Dean, who caught his startling blue eyes, before acknowledging Tessa once more. He was pale, a bit stubbly. Dean never remembered meeting him before. "Tessa." He nodded, his voice rough and gravelly, but somewhat soothing.

Tessa nodded back, beckoning him to take a seat. "Have you met Dean yet, Castiel?"

So this was Castiel.

Screeches here is chapter two. Ye so I tried to get Tessa down actually just kidding no I didnt but I did try with Death.
I love Death okay. He a amazing lil bitch.
But yeah I made Tessa and him father and daughter caUSE I CAN
And I kinda feel odd having someone other than Ellen own a bar but deal with me here.
Also I added stuff to chapter one it isnt that much but important its just stating Chuck's in this story also along with Samandriel.

Also I ship Chuck and Eve and I am not sorry.

But yeah Death was supposed to be Griffin and Tessa was supposed to be Muffy. NEXT CHAPTER WE GET DESTIEL ALONE TIME YAAAY
love me