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AN: I now have an awesome beta, PercyJackson-2004,to help me. Enjoy and review.

Dean POV

Walking over with my coffee, the green eyed waiter said. "Let me ask the boss if I can leave early, then whenever you're ready we'll head over to my place and get you settled in."

Standing up he headed to the back. A few minutes later the raven haired man walked over and plopped down in the seat across from me.

"So I'm good to head out whenever. Oh, and I don't think I've properly introduced myself, I'm Percy, nice to meet you," Percy held out his hand to shake.

"Dean Winchester," I replied in kind taking his hand in mine, slightly surprised at the callouses and tightness of his grip.

"Just curious, but, uh, what brings you to Nebraska?" Percy inquired, mindlessly drumming his fingers on the table in front of him.

"My family. It seems that they decided that I wasn't needed anymore, so they left," I responded looking down at my hands on the table.

"I know the feeling. The two guys you met earlier? They're all I've got left," Percy explained, gesturing to the two men behind the counter, glancing over here every once in a while. "My half brother and other cousin betrayed us and got our family to turn their backs on us as well."

I let out a humourless laugh, "It seems to me that we're the abandoned ones."

"I guess," Percy sighed dramatically, earning an earnest laugh from me. Looking at each other we settled into a comfortable silence, letting the contentment of the situation settle over us.

After a moment or two ,I hesitantly asked, "What'd they do?" Hoping I didn't over step.

"Well my girlfriend cheated on me with my brother-" Percy sighed.

I winced, "Ooh, that's harsh man."

"Tell me about it," Percy exclaimed, gesturing wildly. "Then he goes and spreads rumors and lies about me and my cousins so our family would hate us. And he got us kicked out of the summer camp we went to that felt like home."

Percy visibly deflated, leaning his arms on the table for support.

Feeling that it was my turn to share my 'tragic backstory' ,I said, "We moved around a lot growing up. So I was mainly in a crappy motel room or at my Uncle's house. My little brother, Sammy, he hated it. First chance he got he left for college. Full ride to Stanford and ,dang it, I'm proud of him but since he left four months ago he's been ignoring my existence. And just last week my dad up and left in the middle of the night, only thing he left was a motel saying that we should go our separate ways. J*** wasn't even man enough to tell me to my face."

Percy let out a low whistle, "And I thought that my family was bad. At least they were open with how they felt about us."

He ran his hand through his hair.

"Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want. Honestly, Jase, Neeks, and I weren't planning on staying here, but it seems to have grown on us."

"How long have you guys been here?" I asked finishing my coffee.

Which was really good, I seem to have found my favourite thing. After pie of course.

"Oh, about four and a half years now. We spent six months traveling looking for a place to call home," was the nonchalant reply.

"I'm ready to go, and thanks for letting me stay with you," I said getting up to throw my cup away.

"No problem," Percy replied getting a gleam on his eye. "I'll just expect you to pay half the rent next month."
Not expecting that I let out a laugh. "I am planning on getting a job so don't worry. Besides, it's the least I can do since you are letting me stay with you."

As we walked out of the café Percy headed over to a grayish blueish Jeep. Climbing into the Impala, I backed out behind Percy and followed him out of the parking lot.

After taking a few turns here and there we finally reached a small apartment building. Grabbing my bag from the back I slung it over my shoulder as I walked over to the raven haired man climbing out of his Jeep.
Walking in we headed towards the elevator.

Stepping in, Percy pressed the button for the third floor. When we reached the designated floor we stepped out onto a lightly furnished hall. Small little decorations and plants were in either side of most doors.

Reaching a door near the end of the hallway Percy stopped and reached for the lock. Turning the key in the lock the shorter man looked back and asked if I was ready. Nodding my head he opened the door to reveal salt lines.

Tensing up, I reached for my gun.