Author's Note: Everything I'm writing is currently under revision, and I've been struggling with some writers block, but I'm coming back! I promise! 3-6-2018
Alive With the Glory of Love
Enter Dean Winchester
This is our corner of the world, where we can come to be ignored.
This is our point where we return.
This is where I came from.
This is where I came from.
Dean was driving down the highway with his windows down, letting the morning autumn Kansas air envelope him. He ran a hand through his hair as he started winding down familiar streets. He let the lyrics wash over him. Sure, he loved his AC/DC and his Metallica more than anything, but ever since Sam introduced him to Perdition three years ago, he couldn't help but grudgingly admit that they easily became one of his favorite groups.
Remember way back when? This place seemed bigger to me.
Learned how to play guitar, and made my mom watch me.
We always knew back then, just where I'd be right now.
We never questioned it, was more like when and how.
He gripped tightly on the steering wheel of the black 1967 Chevy Impala. It had been six years since he'd been back here. He was twenty-two then. At the time he swore he'd never be back. Too many memories… He let out a puff of air. Of course, when your little brother calls you to tell you he's marrying the man of his dreams, you gotta set all your own shit aside and bring your ass back home.
That was then, this is now.
You can't run before you go learn how, and you won't.
He saw Bobby's old house and scrap yard loom into view and he started to feel increasingly nervous. Sure, he'd phoned ahead and let the old man know he'd be back in town, but six years was a long time to be away. He pulled down the dirt driveway and nervously threw the Impala into park.
This is our corner of the world, where we can come to be ignored.
This is our point where we return.
This is wher-
He turned the ignition off and placed his hands tightly back on the steering wheel. Okay. This is it. Now or never. He took one last breath to brace himself and stepped out of the car, his boots crunching on the dirt beneath him. He shoved the keys into his pocket and started for the small white house thinking about what to say. His foot was hardly on the first step when the front door and screen both swung open. His heart leapt to his throat.
"Dean Winchester. As I live and breathe." Bobby was standing in the doorway. His dirty blue baseball cap pulled down low, just above his eyes. He was wearing the same old multicolored flannel, greasy pair of jeans, and a pair of old work boots. "Get your ass up here ya, idjit!"
Dean let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and trotted up the steps and into Bobby's outstretched arms. The old man patted him roughly on the head before pushing away from him. "It's good to see you again, Bobby."
The old man stepped aside and held out his arm. "Come inside son!"
Dean walked into the old home following the familiar path into the kitchen. He sat down at the table taking in the linoleum floor and cheap wallpaper that gave the old house its homey vibe. He leaned back in his chair stretching his limbs from the long drive. "You want a beer, Dean?" Bobby peered over at him from the fridge which Dean returned with a 'well duh' glare. "Ah! You're right. Stupid question." He grabbed two beers and sat at the table across from Dean, sliding the bottle towards him. Each of them placed the bottle caps on the edge of the table and smacked down at the neck to open them.
They took a long drag of beer before Dean spoke. "So, how's married life Bobby? You and Ellen have been married for two years, now right?"
Bobby took another swig of his beer. "Yeaup! Two whole years. It's just the two of us now that Jo is in college at Florida University." He chortled good naturedly. "How's the Bounty Hunter life, son?"
Dean laughed. "I've got a few new scars, but it's been pretty great. I spent the last six months on the west coast, so it feels good to be back." He took another drink. "I'll be moving into Sammy's old apartment this weekend since him and Gabe got a place."
Bobby tried to hide his surprise. "You're moving in?"
Dean smacked his lips. "Yup. Signed a yearlong lease and everything!"
The old mechanic raised an eyebrow. "Didn't think you'd stay!" He grinned. "Does that mean I can expectcha at the shop on Monday?"
Dean ran the bottom of the bottle in circles on the table. Sure, he had plenty of money saved up from Private Investigative work and Bounty Hunting, but the truth was having a stable job for the next year would be kind of nice. "Is-is that alright?" He looked up at Bobby.
The old man stood up and reached out clasping a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Of course, it is son! You're the best mechanic that has ever been in my shop. You always have a job with me." He walked over to the fridge grabbing two more beers and closing it with his foot. "You know the shop hasn't changed too much! Although we did hire a new kid." He sat down at the table and slid Dean his second beer. "Name's Garth. Sweet kid. 22, newlywed." He held up his beer. "Bit of a hugger that one, so watch out!"
Dean downed the rest of his beer and used the old table to open his second one. "And how about Ash? He still at MIT?"
Bobby shook his head. "Nah, he graduated. He bartends at Ellen's place and he'll be starting a new job in a couple o' weeks at some big corporation opening up in Kansas City."
Dean took a swig of beer. "You don't say?" He glanced over at Bobby's clock. "Hey Bobby, where's Sammy at? I was kind of thinking of surprising him."
He chuckled lightly. "It's barely 9AM on a Friday. Where do you think he is, idjit?"
Dean finished off his beer and stood to his feet. "Of course, stupid question." He waved his hand dismissively. "I better go see him Bobby. He's got the key to my new place and I'd like to throw all my stuff in it."
Bobby stood to his feet and grabbed the empty bottles. "Do you even have stuff to throw in your place?"
Dean chuckled. "A couple of boxes and a duffle bag with clothes. Living on the road has made me travel light." He opened the front door. "Tell Ellen I said hey Bobby! I'll come by and visit again soon!"
Bobby followed him to the door. "Don't be a stranger now, and don't forget: Monday morning 9AM sharp Winchester!"
Dean gave him a light salute. "Sure thing, boss!" He climbed back into the Impala and revved up the engine, the music blaring into life.
-where I came from.
This is what made us who we became.
Where they know me, not just my name.
There's not another place the same.
This is where I came from.
This is where I came from.
Maybe being back in Kansas wouldn't be so bad. He rolled down the windows swinging his arm over the side of the Impala. He inhaled deeply.
He was home.