Dean POV
I looked at my pathetic, drugged out, brother, and frowned.
"What the fuck happened to you?" I asked.
"Dean! Dean! Dean! Its really you… Man you have to get me out of here, I'm gonna die soon," He hacked, I noticed some of his teeth were missing. I shook my head and helped him up.
"Its alright little man, your coming with me," I helped him to the Impala, reluctant to let him into my beloved car.
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Yes! Can we go to Pizza Hut? Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" He laughed joyfully. I was going to have trouble getting him off whatever he was on. I turned down a road and stopped at pizza hut.
"Buddy what're you on?" I asked after finding a table. He smiled squinting at me.
"I take crack mixed with anything I can find behind dumpsters," He stuck his tongue out at me. I sighed and turned to the road, driving quickly to the nearest Pizza Hut. Once there, I cut the engine and turned to my brother.
"Alright Sammy, we gotta set some ground rules if you're coming with. First off, no more drugs, hookers, gang fights, or anything like that," He frowned at me, his face falling. "And no more big black people," I shudder mentally at the horrific memory. I step out of my car and walk towards the double doors. Sam follows, slamming the door of my baby a little too hard, and I turn to scowl at him. He looks down, his face greatly resembling that of a shamed child and I roll my eyes, turning back to the Pizza Hut. The sun beats down on us and I suddenly regret wearing the jacket, the leather bearing down on my shoulders. I tell Sam to go in and hand him a wad of cash, walking swiftly to the car to throw my jacket in. I suddenly hear a suspicious thumping from the trunk, and I stalk over to it, pulling a handgun from my waistband. Before I can reach it though, my trunk opens to reveal a large, dark brown, cleanly shaved head. My eyes widen as I realize what had happened.
"Big Black Bill?" The large head nods and a muscular chest appears from my trunk, supported by surprisingly thin legs.
"Hey," He waved meekly. "Ya know, whatcha did fer Sam back there was real nice. Y'all brothers?" I inconspicuously shoved the gun back into the waistband of my pants. This guy was tough, big, and had just beat the shit out of Sam, yet here he was, climbing out of my trunk, telling me I was nice.
"How did you get in there?" I questioned, my voice still hard. He shrugged.
"I live in Detroit, what didya expect?"
"And what the hell are you doing in my trunk?"
"Well, ya know, I thought maybe," he trailed off.
"Maybe what?" I urged him on.
"Well, maybe I could go with you guys to wherever you're going?"
My initial reaction was to say know, but then I thought about it. They yellow-eyed demon could have dad, and more muscle could always be helpful.
"Well, I guess we could see. You want some pizza?" His face lit up like a child on Christmas. I sighed, this wasn't my best idea. I crooked my finger in the universal "come with me" gesture and walked into the Pizza Hut. When Sam saw who I was with he immediately cowered back into the seat. Big Black Bill drew many strange looks, although he just brushed it off and waved to them.
"Dean? Is, is that,"
"Big Black Bill? Yes," I cut him off. He shoved himself as far into the booth as humanly possible. Big Black Bill just sat down at took Sam's trembling hand, shaking it enthusiastically.
"I'm Big Black Bill. Nice to meetya!"
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