AN: I'm back!

Dean and Destiny ended up in North Dakota at a bar called The Black Spur. Dean led the way inside, Destiny and her backpack of essentials close on his heels. She followed him to a table where a man wearing a tailored suit in all black and a neatly trimmed beard sat nursing what looked to Destiny like a Piña colada. He plucked the miniature umbrella out and twirled it in his fingers as Dean took a seat across from him.

"Squirrel," the man greeted with a heavily English accent. "I was beginning to think you forgot about me."

"I was busy," Dean shrugged.

The man's eyes moved over Dean's shoulder and fell on Destiny who shifted her weight awkwardly from foot to foot. She didn't know who this man was, but Dean obviously knew him given how civilly they greeted each other.

"Who's she?" the man's gaze shifted back to Dean.

"Destiny," Dean replied. 

He glanced back at her then.

"Take a seat," he nodded at the empty place to his right.

Swallowing, Destiny slowly did as she was told, subconsciously scooting closer to Dean and away from the mystery man. Dean smirked at her behavior before going back to his conversation.

"Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"

"Not particularly," Mystery Man shrugged. "Why'd you bring her here?"

"Doesn't matter."

Mystery Man hummed in response, taking a sip of his drink. A waitress came up to their table then.

"Can I get you two anything?" she asked.

"Whiskey," Dean said without taking his eyes off the mystery man.

"Beer, please," Destiny told her.

The waitress smiled and left to get their drinks.

"How long's she staying?"

"As long as I want her to."

Destiny shifted in her sit, chewing on her lip as she concentrated on a spot on the table. She didn't like being talked about as if she wasn't there, but was scared to say anything.

"How much does she know?"

"Enough."

Another hum as the waitress returned with Dean's whiskey and Destiny's beer.

"Just flag me down if I can help with anything else," she informed them.

"Thanks," Destiny said when it was clear neither male was going to acknowledge her.

"Meaning?" the English man pressed.

"She was attacked by four of Abaddon's goons and I stopped them. We figured they'd come back for her, so I brought her along. Is that a problem?"

Destiny's brow furrowed at the new name. Dean hadn't mentioned any 'Abaddon' when giving his explanation that morning. She figured it couldn't be that important, if he hadn't brought it up. The mystery man seemed to notice her confusion as he spoke again.

"Are you sure that's all that happened?"

"Yes, Crowley," Dean sounded exasperated as he drank from his glass.

Mystery Man, 'Crowley', glanced over at Destiny again, but she kept her focus on the beer in front of her.

"Alrighty. You realize we don't have accommodations for a third person, correct?"

"She's my responsibility, I'll worry about that," Dean responded.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Crowley rolled his eyes.

Destiny felt her cheeks heating up and drank deeply from her drink.

"Quiet thing, isn't she?"

"Just because she doesn't want to talk around you doesn't mean she's quiet, Crowley."

"Yes it does, it just means there are times when she's not quiet," Crowley pointed out.

"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes this time. "Is my idiot brother still looking for us?"

"I have ordered demons to stop showing up when he calls, yes. He doesn't seem to have anything on us yet."

Again, Destiny furrowed her brow at this topic of conversation. Dean definitely hadn't mentioned a brother during their time together.

"You'd think he would take a hint," Dean grumbled into his drink.

"You know Moose," Crowley sighed. "He, like you, or rather the old you with him, would stop at nothing to get you back."

Squirrel and Moose... Destiny had to fight to not roll her eyes at the nicknames Crowley had given Dean and his brother. She downed the rest of her beer and flagged down the waitress for another as Dean and Crowley continued to talk. Eventually, Crowley left the pair, heading back to wherever he and Dean were staying in town.

"So..." Destiny started.

Dean turned to face her, the most attention he'd given her since telling her to sit when they first arrived.

"Who's he?"

"Crowley?"

"Yeah..."

"The King of Hell," came the reply.

Destiny nearly choked on her drink and set down the bottle before she could make a fool of herself.

"The what now?"

"The King of Hell," Dean repeated, unfazed by her surprise.

"Why the hell are you hanging around him?"

"He's the one who turned me into a demon."

"I thought you said the First Blade did that?"

"It did. Crowley put the First Blade into my hand after I died which allowed it to bring me back as a demon."

"This is confusing," Destiny muttered.

"Again, I didn't ask for you to come with me."

"Technically, you did. I only mentioned that there was a good chance more demons would come after me. You're the one who said I should tag along with you for a while."

Dean glared at her and she held her hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"So this is where you've set up 'base camp', huh?" she changed the subject, putting air quotes around the words 'base camp'.

"I guess," Dean shrugged. "I needed to find somewhere I could hole up where my brother wouldn't find me."

"Why didn't you mention him when we first talked?"

Dean shrugged again, not really answering. Destiny just rolled her eyes as she finished off her beer.

"Is there somewhere we're staying, or were you planning on us being here all night?"

"You want to get out of here?"

"Only if you do."

There was a beat and then Dean stood and started weaving his way back toward the door. Destiny was once again left to follow, trying to keep up with the tall man's long strides. Not for the first time since they left her home town, she wondered idly what would have happened if she hadn't met Dean at work...