Uncle Dean

"You know what I think?" Rey leaned against Dean, sliding off her bar stool with her empty glass.

"What do you think?" Dean turned to her with sleepy eyes.

"I think… I think boys, men…" Rey nodded, "Worst thing to happen to the world." Rey nodded, taking a drink of her empty glass and sighing, "Oh no." She frowned, "I need a drink." She exclaimed drunkenly.

"Hey no no no." Dean shook his head repeatedly, "No because that is sexist." He pointed as Rey shrugged. It was safe to say, they'd had way too many drinks and shots.

"But it's true." Rey shrugged.

"I'm a good guy." Dean put his hand on his chest, "There are good guys out there but you… you just have bad judgement." He said.

"I have great judgement." Rey told him, "I'm not… I'm not even mad with Josh." She shrugged to herself as Dean slumped over the bar, "He's being honest and he's so nice… maybe he's too nice." She wondered to herself, "And I'm just… I'm difficult apparently." She rolled her eyes.

"What's difficult?" Dean questioned, resting his head on the bar, beer mats getting stuck to his cheek.

"I don't know. He says I have… I have issues." Rey shrugged.

"Like…" Dean waited.

"Daddy issues." Rey shrugged, "But maybe… maybe the more I speak to my dad, all of that will just… melt away."

"No, no… that's just a stupid term." Dean scoffed, lifting his head back up, "No, you're fine. You're cool." Dean nodded, "Just because… just because you grew up different doesn't mean you have issues." He said drunkenly.

"Really?" Rey asked him.

"No." Dean shrugged, "I mean… look at me, I had an abusive father and a psychotic mother. I turned out fabulous." Dean smiled as Rey looked at him.

"You're drinking at a bar on your own in your thirties." Rey pointed out, "Wait do you have a wife? Do I have an aunt?" She wondered, "Like a cool fun aunt?"

"No." Dean said bluntly, "No aunts for you." He poked her arm, "Just a really cool uncle."

"What about my mom? She doesn't have siblings?" Rey asked.

"No, only child." Dean said, "Her family are horrid. She doesn't talk to them. Practically threw her out when she was pregnant with you because they hated your dad." Dean nodded, "It was a dramatic time for all of us." He exaggerated.

"My poor mom." Rey sighed as Dean nodded, "But they had each other so… so it's fine." Rey shrugged. The drink was definitely taking over both of them, but she felt comfortable with her uncle, "What about you? Your mom and dad?"

"Mom is dead and dad is… a bastard." Dean said, "I see him now and then but Phil hasn't saw him in years." Dean shrugged, "He's a bad man." He nodded.

"So why do you see him?" Rey questioned.

"Because… because he's my dad I guess." Dean shrugged.

"But if he's a terrible person-"

"He is but you know… he's got no one and he's older now." Dean nodded, "He wasn't as bad to me as he was to Phil to be honest." Dean said, swigging on his beer, having lost count of how many he actually had.

"Were you around when I was born?" Rey asked him.

"No, no… your mom and dad kept it private. Once they… they decided to put you up for adoption… I don't know, I didn't want to see you if it was just for a few minutes. That would have been kinda sad. That's why I can't imagine how hard it was for them." Dean shook his head as Rey nodded.

"They seem like nice people." Rey sighed to herself, "Like really nice."

"Because they are!" Dean exclaimed, "Don't get me wrong… your dad is… a bastard sometimes." He nodded, "And your mom is a little bit of a nutter, but in like a good, eccentric way. I think." Dean nodded, "But they're nice and they love you. They love you more than you realise. All this time." He nudged her arm as she slipped off her stool and fell over, "Sorry." Dean scoffed, looking down at Rey lying on the floor laughing.

"Ok, you two." The bar man walked down the bar to them, "Last orders."

"Five wines!" Rey yelled from the floor as she tried her best to get up.

"What she said." Dean agreed as the bar man shook his head.

"How about one each." He shook his head.

"Boo!" Dean booed at him whilst Rey got to her feet, sitting back on the stool.

"It's last orders." The bar man nodded, sliding them over their last drinks as Dean extended the money.

"Whatever." Dean grumbled, "What's the time?"

"Uh…" Rey opened up her purse, looking through it for her phone which she eventually found, "2." She nodded.

"Shit." Dean nodded to himself, "Phil will kill me." He rolled his eyes, taking a gulp of his beer.

"Why?" Rey questioned, "Aren't you both close in age?" She realised.

"He's a year older." Dean said, "I don't know he's always on my case about… about being responsible. But he's the one who got someone pregnant at seventeen. I think… I think I'm doing ok for myself." He shrugged as Rey nodded.

"Yeah, you are." Rey encouraged, "Good for you." She nodded as Dean nodded in agreement.

They eventually got threw out of the bar they were in and began to stumble home. Although drunk, Dean was still conscious enough to walk his niece home.

"I can go on my own." Rey shook her head stubbornly.

"No no… it's late and you… you're a young girl. And you're really drunk." Dean said, "I'm not. But you are." He said, swaying from side to side as he walked down side walk.

"Yeah, ok." Rey scoffed, "I… I know these streets like the back of my hand. I'd be fine." Rey nodded to herself

"Not the point." Dean said, lighting up a cigarette, "Want one?" He asked her as she turned to him.

"Yeah, go on." Rey nodded, taking one from him as he lit her up and put his lighter back in his pocket.

"Don't tell your dad." Dean grumbled.

"Why? I'm not… I'm not a baby. He… him and my mom can't tell me what to do. We're way, way beyond that. I'm a big girl. I take care of myself and I… I make my own choices." Rey nodded to herself.

"They still care." Dean said, "You know that if… if they knew you were never adopted I think… I think…" He pointed to himself, "I think they'd come back for you. They just… they wanted best for you and they… they thought they had nothing to give you."

"I know that now." Rey grumbled, "Couldn't they just… love me?" Rey asked, "I mean they seem caring and good so… why couldn't that be enough?" Rey sighed.

"Because they just wanted better for you. That's it. I mean you think about it… having a kid when your seventeen with no family to support you." Dean said as Rey nodded to herself, "It'd be terrifying." He said.

"Yeah, it would." Rey agreed, "But don't… you can't blame me for feeling like… like they didn't want me." She said, "I'm still allowed to… be upset." She shrugged to herself, falling against him every now and then as she struggled to walk in a straight line.

"Of course." Dean agreed, "But it's all about… it's about working through all of that. You, your mom and your dad. Maybe one day you'll be a… a big happy family." He nodded.

"Yeah, right." Rey laughed, "Let's not jump that far ahead." She laughed to herself.

"Well you don't know how things go." Dean shrugged, "I'm rooting for you. Being a Brooks and all." He nodded to himself.

"Well thanks for that… uncle." Rey laughed a little, "This… this is me." She noticed her apartment, almost walking by it.

"Ok, I will walk you in." Dean nodded, opening up the door to her apartment as she headed on in, walking up the stairs and tripping up as Dean chuckled, helping her up as they stumbled up the stairs together.

"Thank you." Rey laughed, "This was actually… this was fun." She nodded, looking for her keys whilst Dean leaned against the wall.

"Mhm yeah." Dean nodded, almost falling asleep against the wall, "You're fun. I don't know how you came from my brother." He shook his head as Rey eventually found her keys and opened up the door, stumbling on in as Dean stood away from the wall.

"Well this is me." Rey presented, "I will now… eat some leftovers and fall asleep." She nodded.

"Sounds great." Dean said, "I will see you around then."

"Yeah." Rey nodded as Dean began to walk out, "Wait." She said as he turned around, watching as she wrapped her arms around him. He smiled to himself and hugged her back, patting her on the head.

"You're alright, kid." Dean nodded, "Go eat and sleep." He said as Rey smiled, "And lock your door." He warned, stumbling away out of the apartment and closing the door over, smiling to himself.

He stumbled back down the stairs and out of the apartment, taking a few minutes to find his bearings until he heard his name.

"Dean."

He turned around and rolled his eyes, "What the hell do you want, Chrissy?" Dean spat as his brother's ex-wife shrugged, walking over to him.

"Just wondering why you're walking a young girl home at this time of night, in this state." She looked at him.

"None of your business." Dean said childishly, "You stalking me or something?"

"No." Chrissy shook her head, "That's her, isn't it? Reylissa." She said with cheek as Dean nodded, "Pretty girl."

"I'm trying to get home. What do you want?" Dean slurred.

"Well nothing from you of course." Chrissy smiled, "Tell Phil I need to talk to him."

"No, tell him yourself. I am… I am not getting in the middle." Dean made clear, "And to be honest… you should just… you should leave Phil alone. He's doing much better without you and he's-"

"He's back with April?" Chrissy nodded, "I've saw them a couple times."

"Well they're not back together. They're getting to know their daughter." Dean said.

"Just tell him I need to talk to him." Chrissy said as Dean just grumbled and walked off whilst the brunette watched him, looking up at Rey's apartment.

Dean eventually found his way home, falling into the apartment and closing the door over, trying to be quiet when in reality he was knocking things down, tripping over his feet and making a lot of noise.

"It's 3am, where the hell were you?" Punk asked once he saw Dean stumble into the living room.

"I was out with Rey, my new best friend." Dean nodded, tripping up over Punk's feet and falling over as Punk rolled his eyes, "She's too cool to be your kid honestly."

"Why the hell were you with her?" Punk shook his head.

"I… I don't know I just… I met her in a bar." Dean stood up, sitting down on the chair as Punk looked over to him.

"Please tell me she wasn't as wasted as you are." Punk groaned a little.

"Oh, she was much worse." Dean nodded, "But don't worry papa, I walked her all the way home and into her apartment. She's safe and sound." He smiled as Punk shook his head.

"So you spent the full night drinking with her?" Punk questioned as Dean nodded.

"Yeah. She damn well drank me under the table." Dean nodded, rolling his head back and forth, "She's nice. I really like her. She's having uh… boy problems. So I gave her some good advice."

"You… you gave her advice on boys?" Punk asked with worry, "That can't be good."

"It was." Dean nodded, "I told her to forget about boys. Maybe she will." He shrugged, "She actually really likes you guys. She told me herself. She understands it all and… and she feels bad for you guys well… not like that but like… she gets it, you know. I think you're all gonna get on like… like a damn house on fire!" He exclaimed.

"Shh, AJ and Amelia are sleeping." Punk shook his head as Dean cringed, "She really said that to you?" He wondered.

"Mhm. She wants to know you guys. She likes that you're interested in her." Dean said, "She's sweet, I really like her." He repeated, "My niece. Bless her." He mumbled to himself as Dean raised a brow, "Oh and I met the wicked witch on my way home." He said.

"That could be anyone around here." Punk said.

"Chrissy." Dean nodded, "She said she's gonna… she wants to talk to you." He said as Punk shook his head.

"Great." Punk rolled his eyes, "Any idea what about?" He asked.

"No clue." Dean shrugged, "She's saw you with April."

"And?" Punk shook his head, "It's nothing to do with her." He said as Dean just shrugged.

"I don't think I'll make it to bed." Dean realised as Punk shook his head.

"Then I'm sleeping in your bed for the night. You can take the couch." Punk stood up, throwing him over the blanket, "If you're gonna be sick try and make it to the bathroom please."

"Yes sir." Dean said, beginning to fall asleep as Punk shook his head, walking on out of the living room.

Before heading into Dean's room, he stuck his head into his own bedroom, looking on at AJ fast asleep with Amelia lying next to her. It instantly made him smile. He felt like they were destined to make their way back to one another again.