The police officer looked the two men over. He had his eyebrows raised and his pen poised. "Let's walk back through this." He took a breath. "Caleb Bailey owns a bar. Dean Winchester owns a body shop. Nicollette Hammish rolled into town and got a job at the bar. Then she took her car to the body shop. Both of you made moves on her. She dated each of you, simultaneously. Then you found out about him and you stormed into his bar and punched him in the face. Then you threw your barstool through his body shop window. Then the two of you started fighting like five year olds over a woman that I'm pretty sure is now dating my captain."
They shrugged at him. "You never met before?"
They shook their heads at him. "This grudge is new."
They nodded their heads. "Okay. This is what's going to happen. I'm declaring myself Solomon and I'm going to split the baby. I'll cut the woman in half."
"Do it." Caleb nodded.
"Yeah. Go for it." Dean agreed.
"Okay, since no one wants to save the baby's life, I'm going to give her away. Neither of you get the damned baby. Pay for each other's broken shit and move on with your lives. Please." He closed his notepad. "You're both getting tickets. Pay your fines. Do your anger management. Forget about the girl."
Letting the men off easy was just a figure of speech. They were both locked up and charged with assault, propery destruction and disrupting the peace.
John and Mary Winchester both showed up to bail out their son. Arms crossed, eyebrows drawn and steel in their eyes. Dean was used to it. Unfortunately. John let into Dean the second they were outside the precinct doors. "What in the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that he was a son of a bitch for fucking my girl." Dean leaned on the car and lit a cigarette.
Mary ripped it out of his mouth. "I thought we told you to stop that. And the fighting. This is not good for your father's heart."
"I know. I didn't intend for it to end this way. It could have been worse." Dean sighed and stared at them. "Thanks for bailing me out."
'When is it going to stop, Dean?" John fixed his eyes on the ground. "I signed the business over to you because I thought this business was behind us. You were getting your act together. You were seeing that girl and now what?"
"I don't know. The girl didn't last. This girl..." He shrugged. "I bit off more than I could chew."
"Dean... I just..."
"I know. I gotta go. I have to call the guy out to fix the window." Dean shoved his hands in his pockets. He waited until they left to get in his car. He was still sitting there when Caleb Bailey walked out of the precinct's front doors. The man paused by the car and Dean rolled down his window. "So, I'm banning the bitch from my business."
"She's fired." Caleb nodded as he lit a cigarette. "Look. I'm new to the parts. This is a new career for me. I'm not looking to make enemies of cops or local business. Truce?"
"Truce."
"See you at community service this weekend." He took a long drag on his cigarette. "This your car?"
"Yeah."
"You buy it this way?"
"Inherited it but I've done all the work on it since I was 16."
"I've got a '63 F85, I just got my hands on. Looking for a place I can store and do some work a couple days a week."
"I've got a new bay. Still working on getting it in shape. Not fit for customers but should be okay for storage by the end of next week." Dean took the cigarette when it was offered. "You bought the old Winter's bar. What kind of crowd you got going?"
"Not much of one, to tell the truth. Old Winter's loyal folks and a handful of young folk who think they're bikers. I could use some word of mouth." Caleb nodded.
"I know a few guys who are running out of bars to drink in."
"Caleb Bailey." Caleb offered his hand.
"Dean Winchester." Dean took it. "Mind if I ask who bailed you out?"
"It's wasn't Nicollette. She's not the only piece I've got. See you Saturday, Winchester." Caleb stubbed out his cigarette with his shoe and moved on. Dean shook his head and put his car in drive. He was dialing his buddy at the window place before he left the police parking lot.