Dear Diary,

Dad left us with not much, just some scattered clues to figure out, I would be lying if I said that it didn't leave me with some sort of empty spot. Sam has been worrying about me and he offered to hang out at a local bar, I told him that I would go but couldn't stay out for long.. Damien had finally fallen asleep, thank god for it, it was tough.. It all was, him hitting me was taking a lot out of me, no matter how much he hits me or takes shit out on me, I just... I can't leave him.

-Dean Winchester

The room was silent despite Damien's settle breathing beside him, Dean carefully shifts before placing his feet on the carpeted ground. He had to be careful not to make any noise, he sure as hell didn't want to wake up Damien. Once he had finally gotten off the bed, he stumbled over to the bathroom, sighing as he placed his hands on the sink. Slowly looking up at the mirror, his face was plastered in bloodied cuts and scratches, bruises, and black eyes. Dean sighs deeply, grabbing some foundation that he had borrowed from a female friend of his and Sam, Lydia. Rubbing his fingers through it, rubbing it around his face, covering every pain and mistake, just as he was wrapping it up, his phone buzzed, once he answered, his screen smeared with makeup causing a small curse to slip through his lips as he answered the call

"Hey bro, are you heading out? I'm saving a beer for you." Sam asks, ending his sentence in a small chuckle

"I am, you just gotta give me a sec." Dean replies, Dean says looking back up at the mirror, his face caked with foundation, his neck, arms, legs, held back with transparent chains. His breathing hitches as he stares at them

"Dean? Dean, are you okay??" Sam asks worriedly

"Yeah.. Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be there in a little." Dean responds as he ends the call

As he ends the call, he throws on his black leather jacket, and slips into some jeans, putting on some black boots. He quietly sneaks out of the bathroom, he shuts the door, fumbling with the key in his hand out of sheer anxiety. Once he turned towards the hallway, he sees Damien standing at the very end of the hall

"Well well, aren't you dressed up." Damien says with a sinister smile, walking towards Dean

"Oh.. Umm.. Yeah, I was just-.." Dean fumbles with his words as he backs up into one of the bedroom doors, his back pressed firmly against it as Damien catches up and corners him

"Just what? Going to see your idiotic brother? What was his name again? Sam?" Damien taunts as he scans Dean's face

"He's not an idiot.." Dean mumbles, not breaking eye contact

"You must think he's one, if you think he wouldn't notice all the makeup." Damien says as he wipes away the makeup from his cheek showing a fresh bruise

"I..-" Dean mutters, he had a plan made in his head, just get away from Damien, lock himself in the bedroom and finally sneak out the window, simple.

"Dean-" With a quick movement, Dean pushes Damien away, opening up the door, running inside, slamming and locking it. Dean quickly opened the window, jumping down into the bushes and running to the bar. Once inside the bar, Sam shoots up, running over to him, pulling him into a tight hug

"Damn bro, you had me worried. I thought you weren't gonna show." Sam mutters

"I couldn't just leave my little brother alone, could I?" Dean responds with a small smile

"Oh shut up." Sam rolls his eyes, smiling as he pushes him away. Dean smiles and laughs, sitting down next to Sam, grabbing his beer, tossing it back, chugging it basically as Sam picks up his.

"You know, Castiel has been asking about you." Sam says as he sips some of his beer with a smile, Dean's eyes suddenly widen, his face becomes a bright red, and he chokes on the beer, spitting out most of it on the table.

"Why the h-hell is-... h-he asking about me??" Dean questions, his voice tattered by coughing, Sam smiles smugly

"You act like you got no clue." Sam replies 

"And you have it right, I don't have a clue." Dean replies, wiping off the beer with a wad of napkins

"You know what you guys had, Dean." Sam responds with seriousness

"What? A one night stand?" Dean replies as he looks up to meet Sam's famous pissed off look

"Love." Sam says tracing a heart with his finger in the air

"That's ridiculous, Sammy. It was a one night stand, drunk. You know that." Dean explained, ripping more napkins from the dispenser

"Just call him, he wants to talk to you." Sam replies, pushing Dean's phone towards him 

"Sam, I can't." Dean says, pulling his phone to him

"What? Don't won't to be reminded that you had a man's dick inside you instead of yours in a woman?" Sam jokes

"Oh shut up man." Dean laughs as he playfully hits Sam in the shoulder, looking behind him, mostly just a curious glance at why the music had become more sexualized. Once he turns to look, he sees a guy dancing, lifting his shirt up by his hands, short hair just like Dean's, and a set of decent abs, pale white skin. Dean rolls his eyes turning back to Sam

"Better hope he's drunk." Dean groans as he picks up his beer

"What if he just likes to show off?" Sam asks before taking a sip of his beer

"What? Like a stripper?" Dean responds, he jumps slightly when he feels arms wrap around him

"Dean!! I found you!!" A deep voice happily states, as Dean's eyes widen, whipping around to see his boyfriend, yet... Placed in a different body

"Who is this?" Sam questions, pointing to the man

"I'm Damien, Dean's boyfriend" Damien replies, smiling, rubbing him and Dean's cheeks together, before Dean or Sam could respond, Dean was pulled up from his chair

"Come on hun!! I have a surprise for you at home~!!" And with that, Dean was pulled away from his brother, the bar, everything.

Sorry to leave you guys on a cliffhanger but I wanted to post this as soon as I could