Dean started The Impala and headed towards the only place he thought he had any chance of feeling better at; The Roadhouse. A few hours later, Dean pulled into the dusty parking-lot of The Roadhouse and turned off the car. He recalled the first time he had ever seen the roadhouse; Sam had been with him. Dean got out of the car finally and walked into the old wooden building.
"Dean," Ellen greeted him as he shut the door.
"Hey Ellen." Dean took a seat at the bar.
"Can I get you something?"asked Ellen.
"A beer, please." Ellen nodded and took a mug from under the bar. She filled it and put it in front of Dean.
"How are you doing?" she asked. Dean pulled the mug closer to himself and looked at it for a minute.
"Got any jobs for me?" he asked. Ellen gave him a worried look. She walked across the bar and pulled a stack out from between a few liquor bottles.
"There are a few reports of some objects levitating off tables, some crop-circles, and one guy swears that his dog started talking to him in it's sleep." Dean paused from taking another drink and looked at Ellen for a few seconds. Ellen smiled a little, removed the last file from the stack and put the rest of the papers in front of Dean. Over the next hour, Dean had another beer and looked over the papers.
"You think any of them need looking into?" asked Ellen after awhile. Dean finished reading the last report and tossed it onto the untidy pile of papers in front of him.
"I don't know.." Dean ran his hand through his hair. "The crop-circles are too M. Night Shymalan and it ain't exactly unusual to see something float in mid air after a crazy Frat party." Ellen nodded.
"Sorry." she said, sadly. Dean took the last drink of beer from his glass and headed off to use the men's room. He walked past crowded tables of hunters sharing their stories with each other.
"Look what all I got off the son of a bitch." Dean heard a man say. He glanced at the table the man was sitting at, took a double-take and stopped dead in his tracks. Dean's heart raced and he made his way over to where the loud hunter was. Dean grabbed an artifact off the table.
"What the hell ar-." Dean interrupted the man.
"Where did you get this?" he asked forcefully. The hunter looked confused.
"Why do yo-"
"Where the hell did you get this?" demanded Dean, louder this time.
"I got it off a demon I excorcised, what's it to you?" asked the man. Dean didn't answer, he just walked away with the item he took from the table.
"Hey buddy!" the hunter stood up and grabbed at Dean's arm. Dean turned and punched the hunter, knocking him unconcious.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Ellen ran out from behind the bar.
"I can't explain right now." Dean took up his jacket, ignoring the stares from almost everybody in the place, and left the Roadhouse. He got into the Impala and sped out of the parking lot, leaving a cloud of dust behind him. "You can fix this." Dean thought to himself. He drove down the highway, with The Colt sitting on the seat next to him.