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Warning: This story contains boy on boy loving, and strong language.

A/N: This is just the first part of how Dean met Orion, it's just that the new semester just started and I'm not sure if I would be able to get the whole thing on here by friday so I decided to cut it in half and make both a bit longer. It's not a cliff hanger, so dont worry I'm not that mean :)

A Fashionable Mistake

Chapter Four

By: The Sly Raccoon

'What the hell kind of vengeful spirit shreds peoples clothes?! Seriously, is it just me, or was that just a A-hole move on the spirits part.' Dean couldn't help but be a little bit pissed off, having the bag with almost all his clothes in it be taken by some stupid spirit and getting everything completely shredded wasn't his ideal hunt. Now he was left, all alone, driving around New York looking for a good place to pick out some new threads.

So here he is, Dean Winchester hunter of the supernatural, driving around aimlessly looking through store front windows. Sam had decided to catch up on his sleep before their next hunt, because lets face it, no matter how much Dean loved his impala he knew it wasn't the ideal place to sleep.

It had been at least an hour before he felt the irritation set in. Deciding that he was hungry for some good food and that the search for clothes could wait a bit Dean parked outside his new favorite bar, 'The Backseat'. He stumbled upon the bar a couple nights before with Sammy. Wanting to get some good drink and food they decided to choose this place because of the name.

True to its name sake the bars décor was based on cars, the low lighting was from what appeared to be head lights in the ceiling and other various places, the booths were all nice leather backseats from cars, the edging of the tables were bumpers, and the bar where the actual drinks were made and served was a classic white and blue VW bus. The whole thing looked to be coming out of the wall, and had the alcohol and bar area inside the back along with who appeared to be the bartender hanging out the large side window handing the waitress a tray of drinks.

Looking around once he opened the huge double doors, Dean noticed that the waitress that served him and Sam last time was working.

Quickly taking a seat on the bar stool at the tall rap around bar table next to the bus, Dean gave a wave to the owner/bartender Giuseppe that he had met with Sam last time. It wasn't long before one of the barmaids came up to take his order: two slices of their freshly made pizza, a side of curly fries and the house drink, a 'Gold Cadillac'.

Listening to AC/DC's Thunderstruck playing softly in the background, Dean carefully ripped his napkin into small squares, mind consumed with all the places he had passed that sold clothes in his style. There for it was completely understandable when he almost flipped backwards in his chair after having his food and drink slammed onto the table in front of him.

Looking up into the laughing eyes of Giuseppe he couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. The man had to be at least 6 foot, with short cut brown hair that was so dark it looked black in the dim lighting, equally dark eyes that cut through you, and muscled like a football player all rapped up in a naturally dark tan. He was a bit surprised when the bartender decided to sit across from him though, and decided to ask why.

"Your brother ain't here, and I'm on break so I decided to grace you with my divine presence." The jesting reply was coupled with a smirk on the broad face of the man.

"Well then, I must be pretty lucky." Thankful for the pause of laughter, Dean took a quick swig of his drink, making sure to clear his throat before talking again.

"So what are you doing up and about this evening?"

"Well, that's something I was hoping you could help me with." Another sip of the beverage in his right hand was all he needed to continue. "Some crazy chick thought my luggage was her ex-boyfriends and set it on fire… Do you happen to know a place where I could get some clothes at a decent price?"

"You, my friend, are obviously lucky." That look in Giuseppe's eyes would have made a normal person cautious, to Dean, it just meant a challenge. "You see, a friend of mine, he's like a brother really. Well he's a fashion designer, and he's been sewing like crazy for the past few months. And I think he's got just your style."

Dean just stared for a moment, trying to figure out how this car loving bartender could be connected to some possibly gay, flamboyant fashion designer. 'Wait… Fashion designer!?'

"When I said decent price, I meant something a little cheaper that what your obviously thinking." Giuseppe's snickering drew Dean's attention away from the chip in the wood of the table he had just been looking at.

"I'm sorry, what I meant was that you would be getting the clothes for virtually nothing."

"What do you mean 'virtually nothing'?"

"You'd have to do him a little favor, but other than that you'll get the clothes for free. And trust me, these are some nice clothes."

"What would I have to do then, its not anything freaky, right?" Deciding that he should probably start eating before the food got cold, Dean picked up the first piece of pizza and waited for an explanation.

"Haha, no its nothing weird. 'Rion just needs someone to model the clothes for the photo shoot that he's going to use in his portfolio. He has this thing about not making clothes that will only fit models, he's been having a hard time finding dudes that will fit into his new line of clothes. I was actually going to ask you the next time you came here, you're exactly what he's been looking for. It's real easy too, you just pose alone first and then with another model. If you're unsure about it, then I could go with you tomorrow if you can wait that long."

By the time Giuseppe was finished explaining Dean had already finished both pieces of pizza and was already halfway through his curly fries. Gulping down what was in his mouth, he thought about what clothes were in the trunk of the impala at that moment: a couple somewhat dirty band t-shirts, a pair of worn in jeans with a hole in the left knee and other random scrapes and small tears from over the years, along with all his shoes and a couple belts. As far as he was concerned, he needed these clothes.

"Sure, sounds cool. I'd probably be more comfortable if you were there, if that's ok with you. Oh, and would Sam be able to come? He doesn't have anything to do otherwise."

"Of course, it's no problem at all. The bar doesn't open till 6 anyways. If your brother wasn't so tall he could be one of the models too, but I'm not sure if Orion makes giant sized clothes." Sharing a laugh at Sammy's expense, Dean wondered how tomorrow would go. What's the place look like, what's the clothes look like, who would he be modeling with, what kind of name is Orion?

"So, where's this photo shoot going to be held, is it close by?" Thinking back over all the stores he passed and wondering if one of them could belong to Giuseppe's 'brother'.

"Just meet me here tomorrow at 10:30, then you can just follow me to the shop. It's not that far, down the street take a couple turns and your there." Dean nodded, watching the arch the bartenders arm made, still pointing in the direction of where they would be traveling the next morning.

"Sound good, and thanks a lot man. This really means a lot to me." As Giuseppe excused himself, saying his break was over, Dean wiped his face and hands getting up to also leave.

Paying for the bill and walking out he waved at the waitress who had served him and Sammy last time, and made his way out the door and towards the impala, going over in his head how he would explain the deal to Sam.

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