@CastielNovak This is why I do not go to parties.
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Sam and Dean sat in a booth in the corner of The Roadhouse. Dean was on his second beer but didn't feel the effects. Dean drank beer like it was water.

"What was that back there?" Sam asked Dean curiously.

Dean didn't make eye contact as he took another swig. "What was what back where?"

Sam looked at him exasperatedly. "Why did you look so confused and then you took off? Next thing I know, you call me to come here."

Dean downed the rest of his beer. "It's nothin', Sammy. Don't worry about it. Another round?"

Sam gave him a pointed look and with that, Dean gently tapped the tabletop before standing and walking off to the bar.

"Another beer," he yelled to Jody. She nodded at him and he leaned against the bar in response.

The brunette approached him and placed the beer down on the counter. Dean reached for it and went to take it with him but was stopped by Jody still gripping the bottle. "Spill, boy. I can read you like a book. What's going on?"

Dean sighed. "I gotta get back to Sammy, I don't feel like dealing with this," he said, looking her dead in the eye. They looked at each other with pure stubbornness etched on their faces.

She looked away, finally. Dean felt triumph for a split second before Jody made eye contact with him again and smiled. "Oh, really? He looks preoccupied."

Dean scrunched his face in confusion and harshly exhaled in disbelief. "What?" He turned to face the booth where him and Sam had been sitting. Sure enough, Gabe had replaced him. He had occupied in the same exact spot Dean was in previously.

Dean grunted lowly and plopped himself down on one of the barstools. "I really don't wanna talk about it, Jody. Another time, I promise."

She tilted her head and frowned slightly. "Okay, hun. Be careful and take care of yourself." She put her hand on top of Dean's and squeezed lightly before walking away to tend to another customer.

I don't even understand what's going on with me anymore. First, my fiancée cheats on me. Now, some weird guy at a party has no cologne on and smells so powerfully, it consumes me. Why did he smell that way? And why does my life have to be so complicated?

Dean sighed. He put his elbows together on the table and put his forearms on either side of his head and entertwined his fingers together. This is all that painter guy's fault. Lucifer. God, he ruined everything. Without him, Lis and I would still be together. I wouldn't have even gone to that stupid party if I was with her still.

He removed his head from its spot in between his arms and took a long swig of his beer. Highly annoyed and angry at the world, he was on edge. Footsteps could be heard behind him and Dean decided one thing: that person would be the recipient of his hatred.

"You."

The dark haired man stopped in his tracks. He visibly paled and started playing with the sleeve of his beige overcoat. He didn't even make eye contact once. When he did, his voice was a medium tone. "Me?"

Dean looked at the guy, staring daggers through him. "What is your opinion on painters?"

The man looked taken aback, shocked, and confused. He still avoided Dean's eyes which further pissed him off. "Why?"

"Because I asked you. So answer me." Dean sat back in his barstool and crossed his arms.

Anyone who saw him could agree that he looked like he was going to fight the stranger.

The blue-eyed man looked at Dean and Dean's eyes widened before squinting again. "You're the guy from the new painting studio."

"What?" he was confused.

"Yeah, you pulled Gabe out of class for a minute. You were talking to him!" Dean was proud he recognized him.

The man, on the otherhand, appeared very uncomfortable. "Yes, that was me," he forced out uncomfortably. He followed his statement with a dry chuckle, hoping to fool the angry man on the barstool.

"So you obviously love painters. How do you know him?"

The stranger took a moment before responding, "he is my friend."

Dean laughed. "You're friends with a painter." He swung his chair around dramatically to face the bar and took another long swig.

The stranger narrowed his eyes at Dean and took a long exhale. He normally shied away from conflict but it was Gabe they were talking about. "Excuse me, but you do not seem to have any friends considering you are here alone." Dean turned around to look at the man, his mouth slightly agape in shock. "I mean, you are sitting in a bar on a Saturday at 9pm all by yourself."

Dean scoffed. "And you're here with a painter. That's not any better." He paused. "They're so gross and dirty. And they're cocky and arrogant."

The man exhaled harshly through his mouth in annoyance. "Or, maybe, you are judgemental and stereotypical."

"Well your friend stole my seat," he replied, pointing behind him with his thumb at the booth where Sam and Gabe sat.

The stranger sat down on a barstool but left a seat in between him and Dean. He looked at Jody and motioned with his hand, calling her over. "Can I get a blue moon?"

She smiled. "Yeah, no problem." She walked away to pour it from the tap. When it was finished, she laid a coaster on the bar and placed his beer glass down on top of it.

A silence overcame the two before he faced the stranger. "The name's Dean."

The blue-eyed stranger looked at Dean for a moment before taking a swig of his beer. "Jack."

Dean took another sip. "So how long have you known Gabe?"

Jack shrugged. "Since I was a kid. And Sam?"

"He's my younger brother." The two men took a sip of their beers at the same time. "How come you stuck up for the painter?"

Jack sighed. "I already told you. He is my friend and he enjoys it. I am not his friend just for his ability to paint." Dean grunted and Jack rolled his eyes. "Also, you cannot be judgmental. You seem like you have those traits, too."

"What? I'm not cocky or arrogant," Dean replied incredulously. This man just insulted him to his face and he was baffled.

Jack snorted and a small smile played upon his face. "You are both of them, actually. That is why you started talking to me in the first place."

Dean turned his eyes to the counter and huffed. Then, he muttered under his breath, "I came here to clear my mind, not have someone read it."

"Actually, mind-reading is not possible. But reading body cues and inferencing helps," Jack replied.

Dean chuckled, "Yeah, okay, pretty boy."

Jack squinted and tilted his head in confusion. "Pretty boy?"

"Haven't you seen Criminal Minds?" Dean asked Jack, surprised. The blue-eyed man took another sip of his beer.

"No. I do not have the time to."

Dean gasped and was taken aback. "Wow." He stopped to take a swig. "Morgan calls Reid pretty boy when he says something smart."

Jack tilted his head again but in the other direction. "I do not know who either of them are but alright."

Dean laughed. He started a conversation to keep things at ease and stress-free after his stressful night. "You new to town?"

"Yes, I am. And you?" Jack replied.

Dean shook his head side to side. "Been here since I was born. Same town, different place."

Jack slightly nodded in understanding. He checked on Sam and Gabe and saw that Sam was talking Gabe's ear off. The shorter man appeared to be lost in thought.

"I own the autoshop across the street from the painting place," he said, breaking the silence.

Jack raises his eyebrows in interest. "Oh, really? What is that like?"

"Hard work. I work with my uncle, Sammy, and a few of my friends." Dean took a sip of his beer and smiled. "They're great people."

Jack nods. "I am sure they are. I would not expect a man with your ego to hire people you don't like."

Dean scoffed and looked at Jack with an amused face. "You like making fun of me?"

Jack chuckled and smirked. "A little. People with big egos are fun to mess with."

The brunette smiled to himself before finishing his beer. "Yeah, well don't poke the bear."

Jack tilted his head, confused yet again. "Why would anyone poke a bear? Would it not eat you?"

Dean laughed, a wide smile on his face. "No, Jack. It's another joke."

"Oh. Haha," he laughed awkwardly.

Dean smiled again at the man. "You even old enough to be drinking in here?"

"Yeah. Turned twenty-one eight months ago." Jack stopped to finish the rest of his beer. "You?"

"Turned twenty-three in January," Dean replied. He noticed Jack's empty glass and turned to the bartender. "Hey, Jody. Can we get another beer?" he asked, motioning with his hand to Jack's blue moon.

"No, thank you. I best be going." Jody nodded and delivered Dean's beer bottle. She took the other one and threw it away. "Thank you for the insults and then a good conversation, Dean," he said honestly.

Dean laughed. "No problem, Jack. And thanks for putting up with the insults. See you around."

Jack nodded and hopped off the bar stool to the floor. He waved goodbye and Dean returned it. Jack shoved his hands in his trenchcoat and left the Roadhouse.

Dean laughed to himself and shook his head. Well then. That was odd. Better get back to Sammy. He swiveled in his seat to see both Gabriel and Sam had vacated the booth. And by the looks of it, it wasn't any time recent. He turned back to the bar and sighed before lifting the bottle to his lips and taking an extra long swig. All alone again.

Hi so i decided to write notes to keep my facts straight in the story. I changed a few things in the past few chapters but nothing major. I ended up writing over 30 pages of handwritten notes and ideas for the story. So yall gon be getting some foreshadowing thrown in now that i actually know what i wanna do with this book.

Also, theres a new sub-book where i draw the layouts of the scenes like the autoshop and heavenly painters.

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