Chapter 2

Warnings: I think some language and some talk of sexual situations

Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of a bar he loved to go to when he was at home. Not much had changed around here since he left, and the bar wasn't much different. The only difference was him. He had always had muscles, but the military had tones them, making them show more under his black t-shirt. He left his dog tags around his neck, just a habit from being on base. They clanged together as he climbed out the Impala. He shut his door after reaching into the backseat and grabbing his favorite leather jacket. It wasn't cold, but there was a chill in the air and after being over there, it was a little weird to not be covered in layers.

Pulling open the old door, Dean made his way into the bar. There weren't of people in the building. Some older guys sitting around, shooting the bull. There were a couple of burnouts who either hadn't left for college or dropped out. Dean bypassed them and made his way to the bar, settling himself on a stool a few away from the old men.

"What can I get you son?" The same old bartender said, coming up to Dean. He always called him son.

"Just a beer Sal." Dean said, smiling up at him. "The cheapest is fine." Sal nodded and grabbed him a bottle out of the cool under the bar and pushed it over to him. Dean took it and took a sip, turned around on the stool to look out over the almost empty bar. Some pop song was playing on the jukebox in the corner, and the news was on. He could hear the old men down the bar from him talking about how the end of the world was near and they had been warning people for years. Dean rolled his eyes some.

"Well, if it isn't the big bad hero." A voice said off to Dean's left and he cringed. He turned to see a woman standing there in the tightest jeans he had ever seen and a loose Johnny Cash t-shirt hanging off of her.

"Lisa Braeden…" Dean said. She walked over and took the seat next to him. Sal came up to her and she ordered her own beer. "Isn't it a little early for you to be drinking?" Dean asked. She rolled her eyes.

"You're drinking." She pointed out. "Plus, this is night for me. Just got off a shift at the hospital."

"Fair enough." Dean said, drinking his beer. There was silence resting between the two of them for a good amount of time before Lisa spoke up. Dean had been expecting this.

"You know, if you didn't want to call me, you didn't have to run all the way to Iraq." Lisa said. Dean sighed.

"I didn't run…" He defended. "I was going anyway."

"Well, between me sucking your cock and you fucking me, you could've added in a 'by the way, I'm heading off to basic training'." Lisa said. Dean groaned and closed his eyes. Dean was a womanizer, he knew it, she knew it. Hell, even Sal knew it. He had a bad reputation around Interstate 25, going all the way to Colorado Springs and such. She should've known it when she fell into bed with Dean Winchester, but he was just so damn hot.

"Look Lisa, I meant to call, I really did. I just don't exactly have good reception over in Baghdad." Dean joked. Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Do you know I had to find out from your little brother that you were off at war?" She asked. "He's a really nice kid. All stuttery and such. Like I asked him who stole the last cookie or something." Dean turned to look at her.

"You've been talking to my brother?" Dean asked. She shrugged.

"He's dating my cousin. What do you expect?" She asked. Dean nodded slowly, taking it all in. He looked up at Sal.

"Yeah, Sal, stow the beer. I'm gonna need some whiskey." Dean said. Sal nodded and grabbed a glass and pour Dean a double. He slid it over Dean, who accepted it happily and took a swig of it, loving the burn in his chest.

"Dean, I'm not asking for some big, romantic display of affection or declaration of love." Lisa said, staring the soldier down. "All I want is for you to apologize to me." Dean groaned. He had secretly hoped when he left for basic that Lisa was some out of town girl visiting a grandma or someone, but he knew that wasn't true. They had went to high school together, he just hadn't noticed her at the time. She wasn't always a curvy body in tight jeans and a fuck me smile.

"Look, Lisa…" Dean sighed, trying to find the best words to not make him sound like a douchebag. He looked around the bar, praying for something to save him. He eyed different pictures on the walls, posters for bands that had played in the past, the jukebox in the corner now sputtering out a damn good song, the old wooden floors. But nothing offered him an easy way out of this.

"Damn it Dean, how hard is to just say "I'm sorry"?" Lisa growled. Dean was about to say something sarcastic to her when the lights, TV, and jukebox in the bar all shut off at once. Dean looked over at Sal.

"I paid the damn bill." Sal grumbled. Dean made his way over to the front door and opened it. He looked across the street at the family diner and the gas station. Both were as dark as the bar was.

"Sal, unless they didn't pay their bill to, I say the whole block is out." Dean explained. Sal grumbled something under his breath. Dean turned to look at Lisa.

"Can we finish this later?" He asked. "I need to get home."

"Yeah." Lisa sighed. Dean tossed some money on the bar for their beers and his whiskey before head out towards his Impala. He saw other people looking around on the street. He saw his dad walking out of the garage he worked at.

"Dad!" Dean called out. John turned his attention to his oldest son. He walked over to him. "What the hell is going on? Transformer out?"

"I dunno." John said with a shrug. "Boss asked me to stay around and hold down the fort. Might go check on some of the neighbors as soon as he gets back. Mrs. Mosley isn't a spring chicken you know. I don't want her to fall."

"Yeah. I'm gonna head back home and wait on Sammy to get home. Call me if you need anything." Dean told his dad. John nodded and patted his shoulder before heading back to the garage. Dean turned back to his car and got in, heading back home.

Sam walked into his history class with his book under his arm. He groaned at being tired, but he had a very good reason. And that reason was currently sitting on his desk with her feet on the attached chair. Her blond hair was up in a ponytail. She smiled at Sam as he came through the classroom door.

"Hi there Sam." She said, watching as Sam's cheeks reddened. He desposited his book on his chair before leaning up to kiss her.

"Jessica." He said, trying to lower his voice as low as Dean's, but it didn't work. It never did. But Jessica always seemed to enjoy watching him try. "Sorry I fell asleep last night. Soccer is kicking my ass."

"And a very nice one it is." A voice said. Suddenly, someone was slapping Sam's butt, making Jessica laugh loudly.

"Nice to see you too Crowley." Sam growled. "Detention didn't stick?"

"What can I say? I'm king of this hellhole. They're not going to keep me locked away." He laughed. Fergus Crowley was one of Sam's best friends, and by best friend, the two really had a love hate relationship. Crowley just loved to get Sam riled up, and Jessica loved to watch. Jessica, Sam, Jessica's friend Jo, Crowley, Cas Novak, Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner, Jimmy Murphy, and Caleb Padalecki were all as thick as thieves. They stuck together, got in trouble together, and hung out together all the time.

"Guys, you should probably sit down." Caleb said, coming into the room and taking his seat. "Lucifer is on his way in."

"Come on guys, he's not that bad." Jessica laughed. "I think he's charming."

"You would." Crowley said, rolling his eyes. "The same way that Cas finds church enjoyable."

"A lot of people do Fergus." Jimmy said, taking his seat behind Caleb. "Just because you burn if you even look at a church doesn't mean other people have the same problem." Crowley rolled his eyes and was about to make a smart ass comment when their teacher walked through the door.

"Mr. Crowley, please take your seat." Mr. Pellegrino said, heading to his desk. Crowley looked over at Sam as Jessica slid down into her seat and Sam took his. He held up a finger on each side of his head, showing devil horns, and mouthed "Satan" as he headed to his seat. Jessica giggled a little.

Mr. Pellegrino pulled down one of the maps above the chalkboard. It was the 21st century and they were still using pulldown maps, chalk boards, and those giant dinosaur TVs on a cart with a VCR/DVD combo plugged into it. Sam was amazed that they even had computers to do attendance on. Mr. Pellegrino adjusted his glasses and started on his speech. Sam saw Crowley falling asleep in the seat in front of Jimmy.

"Wake him up." Sam mumbled to his friend.

"Nah. Think it's time he faces his wrath." Jimmy mumbled back.

"Mr. Winchester. Mr. Murphy. Is there something you want to share with the class?" Mr. Pellegrino asked.

"No sir." Sam and Jimmy said together. Mr. Pellegrino nodded.

"Good. And Mr. Crowley, do wake up before I send you back to detention." Mr. Pellegrino said. Crowley set up, half asleep.

"'M awake." He said, rubbing his eyes, making Caleb laugh a little loudly. Mr. Pellegrino turned his attention back to his lecture when all the lights in the classroom shut out. Jessica turned around to look at Sam.

"What the hell?" Jimmy asked.

"Am I dreaming?" Crowley asked, rubbing his eyes. Mr. Pellegrino stuck his head out in the hallway and saw other teachers doing the same. A couple moments later, the vice principal came in and announced classes were cancelled for the rest of the day, as were any other after school activities. Including the soccer game.

"Damn." Sam groaned. "Guess I get to spend the night with my brother."

"Or you could come spend it with me." Jessica giggled. Sam rolled his eyes.

"It's Dean's first night back in town. He'd kill me if I don't stick around." She laced her fingers with Sam's and led him out of the school. Cas ran to catch up with them.

"Guys, I just got a news alert on my phone. Looks like power is out all over Colorado. Weird right?" He asked.

"Yeah, a little." Sam said. Crowley came up then and got Cas in a headlock, ruffling his hair.

"Cassie! I missed you!" Crowley laughed. Cas groaned and pushed his friend away. "Come on guys. We should go have a barbecue or something."

"Can't." Sam explained.

"Sammy boy has a date with his brother." Jessica laughed, making Sam's cheeks turn red.

"It's not a date…" Sam whispered. Jessica smiled and led her boyfriend to her car, their friends following behind them.

"Want me to give you a ride home?" She asked. "Or do you want to catch the bus with these losers?"

"Car." Sam said, pointing over at her Mustang. She smiled.

"Don't we get to go?" Caleb asked.

"Go ask Rufus." Jessica said. "He's got a car too." Her and Sam got into her car.

"Yeah! A Pinto!" Jimmy called out to her. She smiled and waved at the boys as she drove off, leaving them to find their own way home.

"That was just mean." Sam laughed. "God I love you." Jessica smiled over at Sam.

"I love you too." She told him as she headed towards his home. The McDonald's with the messed up M was completely dark, the marquee on the theater wasn't lit up, but the mountains were still there. It was all a little surreal. Sure, there had been power outages before, especially in the winter time, but not in the summer like this. But Jessica was at his side and the sun was shining, so things couldn't be going that bad.

Right?