Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural
Idea inspired from Miko Jasmine's The Road Home
18 year later
Dean Winchester was not a cuddly let's cry it out kind of man. He worked as a mechanic to pay the bills and on the weekends he did what he did best, he drank. Few others could tell the reason why he did what he did, but those few would have said that when Dean Winchester was 4 years old there was a fire at his house and it killed his Mom, Dad and baby brother. After that, Dean was put into foster care pushed from place to place until he had aged out of the system. The first thing he had done was leave Lawrence and had moved somewhere they had never heard of the tragedy of Dean Winchesters a bar is where Dean was headed now. Dean put in one of his favorite bands AC/DC into his car cassette player and the car was filled up with the sounds of Black in Black, he grinned as he cruised down the highway getting closer to his favorite bar. Once he got the to the bar he grinned hopefully he could pick up some tail this weekend, he could certainly use it. He opened the door and admired his ride for a second before closing it. It the only thing of his parents he owned, he shut that thought out and just appreciated it's beauty, and how it gleamed. He made his way into the bar. It was a little bit early so most of the regulars weren't there yet, but they would get here and, Dean wasn't planning on waiting for them to start celebrating. He walked right to the bar and sat down. Ernie was the barkeeper he looked at him a little warily./p
And a bar is where Dean was headed now. Dean put in one of his favorite bands AC/DC into his car cassette player and the car was filled up with the sounds of Black in Black, he grinned as he cruised down the highway getting closer to his favorite bar. Once he got the to the bar he grinned hopefully he could pick up some tail this weekend, he could certainly use it. He opened the door and admired his ride for a second before closing it. It the only thing of his parents he owned, he shut that thought out and just appreciated it's beauty, and how it gleamed. He made his way into the bar. It was a little bit early so most of the regulars weren't there yet, but they would get here and, Dean wasn't planning on waiting for them to start celebrating. He walked right to the bar and sat down. Ernie was the barkeeper he looked at him a little warily.
"You're not going to get drunk and mess up the place again?"
"Ernie I said I was sorry about that and I paid for the damages, besides I didn't do that because I was drunk I did that because I was mad." Dean wasn't a body builder but he did have some good muscles and he wasn't exactly a pushover.
"Won't happen again," he said with his most charming smile, which usually got all the ladies. In response, Ernie gave him a bottle of beer. Then everything slowly got better and better and better, during the night he had chatted with several ladies but it hadn't amounted to much more than that.
A few hours later Dean had drunk several drinks. Most men who had drunken what he drank would be unconscious at the moment, but Dean had a tolerance for alcohol that was high especially considering that he was only 22 and had only been drinking legally for a year now.
He lifted his beer up to his mouth and had started wondering if maybe he should stop soon when Dean felt someone looking at him. He looked around and saw no one even glancing his way, he turned back to his drink only to feel second later that someone was looking at him. He turned around quickly and managed to catch one the bars patrons looking at him for a split second, before his gaze went over him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man. He was a few years younger than him, had short brown hair, and he was dressed like he was in a dance club rather than this dingy bar. Dean wondered why he hadn't noticed him before, then he looked down at his hand oh yeah that's why. Was he checking him out? He did know that this ain't no gay bar and if that's what the guy was after he was going to sorely disappointed. He wasn't going to let whoever it was ruin his night though and he turned back to his drink. He lifted his drink to his mouth again and drunk some more. He put his bottle down and that's when things started getting hazy.
Maybe he should have stopped earlier...He swayed a bit and then fell unconscious.