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To understand this story fully it's time to go back to the beginning; the very beginning. May 28th of 2007.

It was a hot day in south as it always was in the summer. Dean Winchester's day started out like every day had for the last five years: getting ready for work. He slipped on his dark blue work pants and the shirt to match. He enjoyed his job. He got to be around some people but wasn't bombarded with herds like everyone else was where he worked. So you're probably wondering, 'Where's Dean working?' and the answer to that question is a theme park.

Wild Acres Theme Park wasn't the best park in the world, or hell, even the state. But he enjoyed it. He was a mechanic, he worked on on the rides when they broke. He did inspections on them in the mornings. His job was to make sure that the people that stepped onto the rides were safe. And they were.

Dean sighed as he checked his watch. It was time to go off for work. On the way to the park he stopped by a Starbucks. How else was he meant to function without his coffee? As he pulled into the park he noticed the cars and trucks of a few guards and the other mechanics that he worked with. He pulled in beside Benny Lafitte's old beat up truck and went to clock in.

The day went by like so many before had, until around four in the afternoon, when he received a call from the supervisor of Bugsville asking him to take a look at the tiger coaster. Bugsville was the child friendly part of the park. Most rides were centered around kids, like the train that topped out at about 5 miles per hour and the dizzy dragons that attracted more teenagers than kids since you could spin each dragon as fast as you wanted it to go. There were some rides that were designed for older kids like the Bug Out, which was a decent sized roller coaster that went about 20 mph. It had sharp turns and drops and liked to slam on the breaks, throwing you into the safety bar every time it happened. But theses rides aren't important to the story, the one that it is the Running Tiger.

The Running Tiger was a little roller coaster that most kids could fit on with an adult. It didn't consist of a lot a few hills and turns, and went about 10 miles per hour. The seats were shaped and painted like tigers. The queue line was longer that the actual ride but it was all shaded by trees or covered by an overhang. Another blessing was that this particular queue line also had a fan. All in all it was a very good ride to work at, for a ride operator. Dean had been called to this ride a few times this season but nothing had ever been seriously wrong with it. The longest it had been closed for was a hour.

Dean pulled open the exit gate and walked up the ramp. "What's wrong this time, kiddo?" he asked the boy sitting in the rail of the queue line. He had seen him around a few times and had worked on a few of the rides he was operating.

"Not sure," the boy said back, sliding off the rail. "Every time I try to run it, it goes up a tad before slipping back down, and the brakes won't stop it where it's meant to be."

"Yeah I see that," Dean grinned and started inspecting the ride. After a few minutes he sighed and looked back up at the boy. "Might want to get comfortable again. This is gonna take a while. One of the belts broke. I've got to go get another, then I'll be back to fix it." The young boy smiled up at Dean. That smile was the first time in Dean's thirty-five years that he realized that he was into guys also.

The thoughts that ran through his mind as the boy smiled and chatted with him, even flirted a little, were sinful to say the least and possibly illegal, depending on the boy's age.

That wasn't the last time Dean saw the boy over the summer. They had talked a few times, but only when Dean was called to work on a ride he was operating, which seemed to mainly be the tiger.

The summer passed with longing looks and dirty dreams. Dean found out that the boy quit about two weeks before the county schools started back up. He sighed, knowing that he would probably never see the beautiful young boy again.