After that, it didn't take much convincing to get Dean to leave the Bunker. The second he was sitting shotgun in the Impala (he didn't trust himself to drive) it seemed like twenty years was etched off his face.
We ignored the age old rule of driver picks the music, just so that Dean could feel the full effect of his childhood; classic eighties rock music blaring from the speakers.
Its sad that the Impala and bad music were Dean's definition of "childhood."
We got to Belleville around two o'clock the day before the ceremony. Checking into a seedy motel with beach themed rooms (seriously, the beach in Kansas), Dean took his customary bed closest to the door.
"Feels like old times, huh Sammy." Dean commented. And I had to agree. The nostalgia was overwhelming.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean piped up.
"Yea, Dean?"
"You think we could hit up a diner or something?"
"I'd thought you'd never ask."
Loading into the Impala, we ended up at a bar on the edge of town. We took our traditional seats in the back corner and waited for our waitress to take our orders.
"What can I get you?" asked a young girl about 15. A notepad in her hand, her blonde hair was pulled back with a few pieces framing her face.
Dean and I ordered cheeseburgers and pie. His knee was bouncing and his fingers gripped the table.
"Dean, calm down." I tried to comfort him.
"I can't calm down." He gritted out thru clenched teeth. Dean's eyes were freckled with black.
"Hey, focus on me, Dean." I could tell he would go demon if I couldn't get control of him soon.
"Remember that time we were kids and you signed me out of school for the day and we went to see that movie?" "Yeah." Dean said. "Top Gun."
His breathing was a little less erratic and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
"That was an awesome movie, wasn't it Dean?" I have to keep him talking.
"Yeah, even though Dad gave me hell for it." He laughed, his eyes were finally back to their natural green. "It was worth it though."
"Agreed."
Almost down to the second, our waitress came back with the food.
"Dig in, Sammy." Dean said, taking a big bite from his cheeseburger.
"Sir, yes sir." This trip may not be ideal, but we can make it. We are the Winchester's after all.