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Dean POV
"Sammy! Come on!" I yelled down the hall.
"You don't have to yell, Dean. I'm right here," he said, walking into the room putting his jacket on.
"Well you're the one who said we needed to go on a supply run so let's go," I said grabbing my coat and heading towards the garage.
"Yeah, coming," he said, following me up the stairs.
We both climbed into baby and set off for the town.
"So why did we both need to be here?" I asked.
"Cause every time I hit the store you always complain I never get what you want, Dean. So this solves the problem," he explained looking at me.
"Yeah cause you always forget the damn pie," I muttered.
"What is your problem?" Sam asked turning to me.
I glanced over at him and back to the road.
"Really? Well I dunno, Sammy. Let's see. Maybe it's because we've got a royal pissed off GOD on our asses? Pretty sure that's reason enough right there," I said, sarcastically.
Sam sighed.
"Yeah. It is. But we can't just stop living, Dean. We gotta keep going. Find a way to gank the bad guy like we always do. This time the bad guy just happens to be...God," he said, rubbing his face.
"Well where are we on that front? Have you heard anything from Cass?" I asked.
"Oh now you wanna hear from Cass? You've basically been ignoring his entire existence, Dean," Sam said.
I swallowed hard, not liking to think about it.
"He should have told us, Sammy. Mom...we could have stopped that if we'd known," I said quietly.
"We don't know that, Dean. Yes he should have told us. But this is Cass. You gotta stop blaming him. Be mad but get over it. Cass is family," Sam said.
I kept my mouth closed at that. If Cass has just warned us that Jack could go dark side, we would have never left mom with him. Maybe she'd still be here...
We pulled into the parking lot and shut the car off, exiting and heading into the store.
Sam grabbed a cart and gestured for me to do the same.
"To make this easy you get whatever you want and I'll get the essentials. We'll meet up back at the cash," he explained.
"Yes, Mom," I said.
He just rolled his eyes and took off to the other side of the store.
"And I don't want to see a cart full of pie, Dean!" He called back over his shoulder.
I threw my middle finger up over my shoulder without turning around and continued walking the other side of the store.
"If I were pie, where would I be?" I mumbled to myself.
"Aisle 10," I quiet voice said behind me.
I turned around to the voice behind me.
Standing there, was a woman.
She was about 5'9, with legs for days. Dark wine red hair up in a messy bun, a pair of glasses over a pair of chocolate brown eyes. And she had tattoos all over her arms and hands.
"Well, Hi," I said, smirking, not hiding the fact I was checking her out.
She laughed.
"Uh huh. Like I said, Aisle 10," she said.
"Really? What, come here often?" I asked without thinking.
She laughed a bit harder.
"And I can't believe that phrase just came out of my mouth," I laughed.
"To answer your question, yes I come here often," she said, tapping a tag I hadn't noticed on her shirt that read "Evan" and with the stores name above it.
"Ah. I see. Well then I'll take your word for it," I said smiling.
She smiled back.
"Well I just restocked the pie section so have at it," she said softly, turning back to finish stocking the shelves, which I had somehow missed before.
"Well maybe I'll get lost. Maybe I need someone to hold my hand and show me the way," I said with a wink.
She shook her head good naturedly, chuckling.
"You don't quit do you," she said turning to me.
"Not when I'm determined, no," I said.
She bit her lip and looked down, a small smile on her face.
She was about to speak when someone spoke over her.
"Evan! This isn't a social club! Back to work!" A man further down the aisle snapped.
Her face paled and I quirked an eyebrow up at that.
"I-i have to go. It was nice to meet you..." She trailed off.
"Dean. Names Dean," I said extending my hand.
She looked at it and glanced back over to the man.
"Nice to meet you Dean, but I gotta go back to work before my shift next door," she said quickly without shaking my hand.
The shift in her mood peaked my curiosity.
"Boss is a hardass, huh?" I asked casually.
She shook her head without looking back at me, continuing to stock the shelves.
"Not my boss. My boyfriend and head cashier," she said softly.
I snorted at that. Of course. The jealous boyfriend.
"Well I won't keep you any longer. Aisle 10 is calling my name," I said, gesturing towards said aisle.
She smiles softly, and finally glanced up at me.
"It was nice to meet you, Dean," she said.
I just stood there staring at her rich, dark eyes, and long thick lashes before I shook myself out of it nodding to her.
"Likewise, Evan," I said quietly before turning and going on my way.
I got to Aisle 10 and it was like heaven. The entire half of one side was pie. And standing at the end leaning on his cart while scrolling through his phone was Sam.
"Figured you'd find your way here eventually after I saw you talking to that woman," he laughed, looking up.
At the mention of Evan I glanced back to where she was.
"Yeah," I said absently.
"So I'm guessing you'll be gone for the night," he surmised.
I turned back and gave him a questioning look.
"I know you Dean. You probably got her number and made plans to "have drinks"," he air quoted sarcastically.
I scoffed.
"I wish," I muttered, moving further into the aisle.
"What was that?" Sam asked.
"Nothing Sammy let's finish and go," I said, grabbing at least 5 different pies.
I grabbed a few more things down a couple aisles and made our way to cash where Mr. boyfriend stood.
"Oh great," I muttered, quietly.
"Hi gentleman, how are you today?" He asked, the overly fake cheeriness to his voice not lost on either of us.
Sam cleared his throat.
"Um. Good. Thanks," he said awkwardly, not understanding the tension he was suddenly surrounded with while I continued to stack things on the belt.
"Good. Good. Find everything you were looking for?" He asked, this time at me.
I looked up and quirked an eyebrow at this guy. I couldn't help it.
"Yeah. Had a little help finding it. You have some amazing people working here," I said, maintaining eye contact. If this dude wanted to whip it out for a measuring contest, like hell I was backing down.
Mr. Boyfriend, or Alex, as his name tag read, instantly lost his cheeriness and scowled. I smirked. Score one for Dean.
He finished scanning our things and waited for Sam to finish scanning his card before tearing off the receipt to hand to me.
I went to grab it but he didn't let go.
"She is amazing. And she's mine. So back off," he said said lowly.
My eyebrows raised at that.
"Pretty sure she's her own person, actually. And we were just exchanging pleasantries. That's all. So how about you back off and give me the damn receipt before I reach over and break your pretty boy nose?" I said with a bright smile on my face.
"Dean," Sam said, trying to break up whatever was happening.
Alex stared at me for another moment before letting go and putting on that stupid fake smile again.
"Thanks for shopping with us. Have a great day!" He said with a wave before turning to the next customer.
I shook my head as we walked back to the car.
"What the hell was that?" Sam asked as we loaded up the groceries.
"That was the chicks jealous boyfriend," I explained.
"Wow. You sure now how to pick em," he laughed.
I didn't laugh back as I stood and stared at the store.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I dunno, Sammy. Something just doesnt sit right with me with that guy," I said, unable to fully explain it.
"You mean like our kind of not right?" He asked, suddenly more alert, but I shook my head.
"No nothing like that," I said, glancing around. Next door to the store sat a bar. Lees Good Eats Bar & Grill. She did say she had a shift next door and this was the only other establishment near it.
"Hey, let's head back and put all this away then wuddya say we had back here for some burgers and beer?" I asked, suddenly.
The confusion flashed across Sams face at my sudden change of subject.
"Um. Ok?" He said.
"Great," I said, hopping into the car and starting it, wondering why the hell this girl was still on my mind.
Evan POV
"Order up, Harm!" I yelled out, placing the dishes at the end of the bar for our waitress Harmony to grab before going back to the next customer.
I smiled.
"Hey there handsome! The usual?" I asked.
"Heya Sunshine. Yeah the usual," he chuckled.
"Coming right up, Jimmy," I said turning to grab a glass. I filled it and passed it back.
"One water, our finest vintage," I smirked.
Jimmy laughed before taking his water.
"You always manage to make an old man smile, Sunshine," he said sipping his water.
"Just returning the favor Jim," I said, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek before leaning back to grab another glass for the next customer.
"You always greet your customers like that?" A deep voice asked.
I turned and a brighter smile lit up my face.
"Only the ones I really like," I said, winking at Jimmy who raised his glass to me.
I laughed.
"Hey, Dean. What can I get you," I said, glancing at him and his tall friend.
"If I say I'll have what he had will you slap me?" He said cheekily.
"Back off, youngn, that's my girl you're flirting with" Jimmy said, jokingly.
I raised my hands in mock surrender.
"Well then I bow down to the better man," I said.
Jimmy laughed.
"I like this one, Evangeline. He can stay," he said sipping his water
Evan laughed and softly hit him on the arm with her rag.
"High praise from this one," she said.
"Only the best for my girl," he said, patting her gently on the arm. No one missed the wince she tried to hide before pulling back and grabbing another cup.
"Sunshine-" Jimmy said quietly.
"So boys, what'll it be?" She asked with a forced smile.
"Um, two of whatever you have on tap," Sam said.
She smiled and started to fill the cups.
I glanced at Jimmy who looked equal parts concerned and angry. I raised an eyebrow at him in silent question but he just shook his head and drank his water.
I glanced at Sam who gave a small nod, also noticing her wince.
She handed us our beers and before I could say anything she took off to another customer.
Me and Sam spent the evening chatting it up with Jimmy. An 80yr old former alcoholic.
"So if you're a former alcoholic, why hang out at a bar?" Sam asked.
Jimmy laughed and titled his head to the end of the bar.
"Sunshine. I was a drunk crotchety bastard when I started coming here a few years ago. Seen too much in my long life. About a year ago they hired this new bartender, who didn't know me like Evan did. I convinced her to keep pouring and before I knew it I was on the floor puking and having a seizure from the alcohol. Evan saved me that night. Stayed with me at the hospital and checked on me every day while I recovered. When I was given the all clear to go home she picked me up and drove me straight to the rehab center," he smiled.
Sam and I chuckled at that.
"I ain't got no one. No family. Except Evan. So I kept up my routine of coming here every night and switched the whiskey for some good ol' H20," he said tapping his glass.
"That's quite a story, Jimmy," I said quietly, in awe of this man.
"Gah. Stop it. No chick flick moments," he said.
I choked on my beer and Sam let out a loud laugh.
"It's like looking into the future," Sam laughed.
"Fuck off," I laughed.
Suddenly the smile dropped from Jimmy's face as his eyes stared across the bar to the front door.
We glanced up to see what had grabbed his attention.
Alex.
"You boys gunna wanna get outta here," Jimmy muttered, watching Evan shoot a glance our way before leaning in to hug Alex.
Considering the altercation between me and him earlier, I thought Jimmy might have the right idea.
I nodded and Sam stood patting Jimmy on the shoulder.
"Have a good one, Jim," Sam said heading towards the door.
I paused, unsure of leaving.
"Go on, son. I got her," Jimmy said quietly. I looked at him for a moment and nodded my head.
"Same time tomorrow, Jimmy?" I asked.
He laughed.
"Dunno if Sunshines working," he said.
I smirked.
"Who said I was coming to see her?" I asked
He just looked at me.
I nodded. "Night Jim."
Every night we weren't on the road, I'd stop in at Lees. Sometimes to see Evan. Sometimes just to chat with Jimmy.
Before I knew it, a whole month had passed and me and Evan had actually become good friends. Once she saw Baby she fell in love. With the car, not me. Her old man had fixed up and sold classic cars.
Since then, we'd exchanged numbers and she'd text me photos every time she saw a different classic car. Sometimes she'd call to discuss them and sometimes she'd just call to talk.
Tonight, I walked through the doors without my usual swagger. The last hunt was a bitch. I fucking hate werewolves.
I looked to the bar to see Evan busy with a group of girls. She noticed me and smiled before turning back in to what the girls were saying. I took my usually seat beside Jimmy, sitting down slower than usual.
Jimmy looked at me.
"Why you moving like you're my age?" He asked.
I grimaced.
"Went hunting with Sammy this weekend, seems my mind was elsewhere and the animal we were hunting was being hunted as well," I explained, showing my bandaged arm and trying not to lie while not telling the whole truth either.
He stared at me for a minute.
"Hunting, eh? Let's see," he said, gesturing to my arm.
I hesitated for a minute before rolling my sleeve up and unwrapping the bandage.
He whistled.
"What was it you were hunting again?" He asked, eyeing me.
"Hunting dear, caught by a mountain lion," I said.
Jimmy chuckled.
"What?" I asked while re bandaging my arm.
"Shoulda known," he muttered.
I looked at him.
"You finally going squirrly on me, old man? What are you on about?" I asked, genuinely confused.
He scoffed and rolled his own sleeve up to reveal 3 white deep scars. They looked old. And eerily similar to mine.
"Probably the same mountain lion that got me, right?" He said, sarcastically.
I sat there for a minute, my mind taking a minute to connect the dots.
Things finally clicked.
"Holy shit," I whispered.
That was about the time Evan showed up.
"Hey Dean. You look like shit," she said without preamble.
I scowled.
"Thanks, Sunshine," I mumbled.
She laughed and handed me a bottle.
"On the house," she said with a wink before leaning over and giving Jimmy a kiss on the cheek, before taking off back down the bar.
I turned to Jimmy then.
"You're a goddamn hunter!" I whisper yelled.
He just smirked before taking a sip of his coke.
"Calm down, son. Tell me what went wrong for you to end up looking like this," he said.
So we sat there and I told him. I told him everything. About the hunt. About God. About Jack.
It was almost closing time before I finished and he just stared at me, shaking his head.
"You're Dean Winchester," he said.
I was a bit taken aback. I had never told him my last name.
"Every hunter, old or new, has heard of you and your brother," he explained.
"You still hunt?" I asked, shocked.
He laughed and then abruptly stopped, I looked over but by now I knew who just walked in that would put that look on Jimmy's face.
Yup. In walked Alex.
"I don't hunt anymore. Too old. Don't mean I don't know a monster when I see one though, even if they ain't the supernatural kind," he said, still starring at Alex.
I froze.
Then turned to look at Jimmy.
"Explain," I demanded.
His eyes never left Alex as he talked to Evan.
"Don't take that tone with me boy," he said, all joking from before gone.
I took a deep breath.
"Sorry, Jimmy," I said.
He nodded then finally turned to me.
"I want you to think back for me, kid. Every time Alex drops by during her shift and sees you sitting here with me, what does our sunshine wear the next day?"
"How the hell would I remember what she wore?" I scoffed.
He just gave me that look and my face heated up. Shit, I was blushing. Dammit, man up Winchester!
I did what he asked and thought back.
"Hoodies and her hair down," I said.
Jimmy nodded.
"And what does she usually wear?" He asked again.
"A tank and ripped jeans cause she quote "likes to display the artwork on her canvas"," I laughed.
Jimmy cracked a smile at that one.
"Now look again and don't focus on the pretty girl, Winchester. Use those hunting senses of yours and really look," he said.
I looked again at Alex and Evan talking and tried to shut everything out. And this time I saw it. His hands clenching at his sides, his eyes darting around to see who was looking, the fake ass smile on his face, her eyes downcast as he spoke, head bent forward just a little and her hands. Her hands, which carried her rag, were turning white behind her back from how hard she was clenching it. I took a drink of my beer and watch as he raised a hand to move a piece of hair from her face. And she flinched. She fucking flinched.
"Mother fucker," I whispered, almost dropping my bottle.
I must have made a move to stand but Jimmy's shockingly strong grip held me in place.
"If you move a single step towards them you'll just make it harder on that poor girl when she goes home at the end of the night," he said.
I swallowed my rage and tried to take deep breaths.
"WhereS your phone, son?" He asked.
I handed it over to him without making the conscious decision to do so.
"Sam. Hey. It's Jimmy. Yeah he's fine, I promise. Listen, you gotta come get him. No no. He's not. But you still need to come and get him. Quick, if you can, son," he said into the phone before pushing it back into my pocket.
"How long have you known," I asked him.
"A while. But I'm in my 80s, kid. Ain't nothing I can do about it and when I bring it up to her she just tells me shes handling it," he said
"That first day I met ya, she was hiding a bruise on that arm of hers," he explained.
I remember that. Watching her wince when Jimmy touched her arm.
"I'm gunna fucking kill him," I promised.
"No you ain't," he said. "Not if you care for that girl has as much as I think you do. She just needs you to be there. I've seen the change in her since meeting you Dean. I think you'll give her the strength to finally pull herself out of the hell she's been living in," he said.
I bowed my head.
Suddenly his grip grew even tighter, which I didn't think was possible.
"Jesus, old man, lay off the spinach will you? Ow," I muttered to him.
"Hey, fellas."
I tensed. So that's what the death grip was for.
I slowly looked up into Alex's smiling face.
He placed his coat on the bar, leaning on it instead of taking a seat which I was beyond grateful for.
"Jimmy, good to see you," he said, looking at Jimmy.
"Go fuck yourself," Jimmy said.
I barked out a laugh.
"Always a pleasure when you're around Jim," Alex said sarcastically.
"And here you are, again," he said finally looking to me.
"Uh. Yeah. I do live in this town," I said, taking another long pull from my bottle.
"Always here when Evan is. Like her own personal shadow," he snarked.
I looked at him hard.
"I'm here when she's not here too, not that it's any of your business," I said.
He laughed softly.
"As long as you remember what I told you when we first met, we'll be just fine," he said, patting me on the shoulder.
I looked at his hand before looking at his face. "And as long as you remember what I told YOU when we first met, I won't break every finger in your fucking hand," I warned him, voice deadly.
He held on for a moment longer before letting go, stepping back with his hands raised.
"Hey, no harm meant, pal," he said smirking.
"Im not your pal," I said, getting angrier and angrier knowing he put his hands on Evan.
"We got a problem here, gentlemen?"
I turned to Sam as he walked up. His imposing height enough to make Alex step back even more.
"No. No problem here. Have a good night boys," Alex said, waking back towards where Evan was watching our every move biting her lip. Alex leaned to whisper something to her that made her hands clench at her sides before leaving.
"Take your brother home, Sam," Jimmy said before getting off his stool to walk towards Evan, pulling her into a hug.
"Dean what's going on? Why did Jimmy call me to pick you up?" Sam asked.
I stared at them a bit longer.
"Cause he knew I wouldn't leave without you forcing me to," I said.
I turned to my brother.
"I need your help, Sammy."
Note!
There are two links for my AI generated graphics of the two OC's, Evan and Jimmy, on my main profile