The road so far...

[Dean Winchester]

Dean could feel the eyes on him as he sat there, it seemed that nobody here liked him. It was almost like they hated him for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with this Prime business everyone kept going on about, or maybe someone had seen what he had done when he came through the gate? Nah,couldn't be. Word couldn't travel that fast here, not faster then the Impala at least. Dean just flashed them all that grin of his, the one that said 'Hi! Piss me off and I will break you!'. Turning to face the bartender Dean couldn't help but chuckle. He had known he would like this man, the guy even looked the part! Wild west bad ass extraordinaire, kind of reminded Dean of a cross of John Wayne and Clint Eastwood.

Dean picked up the beer in front of him and started to drink, not in small sips though but rather large gulps. Whatever this beer was it was glorious, better then anything Dean had every had back home. Sure the after taste was a bit rough, but it was great! Bringing the half full glass to his lips Dean tilted it back and finished it off. He then set his sights on the bottle of whiskey, if the beer was anything to go by it would be amazing. As he opened the bottle his ears started to pick up some of the conversation around him. It seemed to be the usual town gossip though, talk of treasure, some guy named Roland, and money. It wasn't anything interesting till someone mentioned a body at the gates. It was about then Dean realized he was dirty as hell and his clothes where somewhat covered in blood, if you definition of somewhat was 'kind of drenched' that is.

”Shit,” Dean muttered into his whiskey, ”The news can out travel my baby.” Dean thought about it, trying to think of a way to get attention off of himself. Instead he brought the whiskey bottle up to his lips and tilted it back, taking a rather large drink and then slamming the bottle down on the bar.

“WOOO! That burns good!” He had been right about this stuff being amazing, though right now that was besides the point. There was going to be some potential trouble here and it was something he needed to avoid. Dean thought that if he started asking questions about it he could feign innocence for now, he could always hunt down whoever had started this rumour later on. He was about to ask about the body that was found when someone started causing a ruckus. Apparently Steve didn't like his drink, there was always one in a group that liked to complain for the sake of complaining. Dean watched in amusement as the bartender 'escorted' the man out and it caused the Winchester brother to laugh. Somethings here were exactly the same as home, at least he found that somewhat charming.

”Anyone else got a problem?' the bartender asked and it caused Deans smile to widen, he couldn't help himself.

”Yeah, actually, I do!” Deans voice broke the silence and all eyes were on him, and by the glances it seemed he better choose his next words carefully. “What self respecting bar doesn't have a jukebox! How the hell am I supposed to listen to really bad country songs?”

The looks he was getting said it all, these people thought he was crazy. This could either be because there was no jukebox and they had no idea what he was talking about, or the fact he was talking back to the bartender like that. Hell, Dean sort of hoped it was just the later because that would mean there was a jukebox! This place could use a bit of livening up. Turning to the bartender he gave the man his most winning smile.

'And what does a growing boy have to do to get a cheeseburger around here?”