The road so far...

[Dean Winchester]

How long had it been since Dean had been with a woman? Weeks, possibly months? The whole thing with Abbadon and Metatron had basically taken up his entire life before he had been dragged here. He became very aware of this fact as Mary Lou got close to him. Maybe this place wasn't going to be so bad after all. Plenty of people to kick around, plenty to drink, and apparently more than a few good looking women if Mary Lou was the standard to gauge them by. He let his eyes wander over every inch of her, and apparently she liked that based on the show she was giving him.

"Well, can I get you anything aside from that burger?" the sound of her voice broke Deans train of thought and brought him back into the present. This caused him smile to smile again, oh there was plenty of things he could think of. He was just about to say so when another voice broke through the conversation.

"Mary, why don't you wash his jacket in the back. Looks like he got a little messy gutting out them camels. Din' ya son?" Dean looked over to the bartender and gave him a grin and a nod. If only he knew the truth, though Dean was starting to think that maybe he did. Taking off the jacket the Winchester brother finally saw just how messy he actually was. There almost wasn't a single spot on upper part of his jacket that wasn't covered in blood. What was he going to say about this? It was definitely not going to be about gutting camels, that was for sure. Dean thought about it and decided to go with the truth, or at least a partial truth.

"It actually happened on a hunt, that is what I used to do. I was a hunter... of sorts.” So maybe it wasn't the truth, but an admission of what he used to do was basically the same thing. “Before that Omni creep brought me here I used to hunt down all the monsters and boogeymen out there that gave humanity a hard time. I've probably been walking around this damn place looking like a bloody fool the whole time.”

At the mention of his old job a lifetime of memories came flooding back. Hunting with Dad and Sam when they were younger, his first hunt with Sam when Dad had gone missing, and many more. At the pinnacle of all these memories there was mom and Azazel, that yellow eyed bastard that took her from him. Dean sort of wished that he was here, then he could kill the damn fool over again. As he started to calm down Dean realized he was clutching his jacket in a tight fist, and his eyes had momentarily flashed black. His anger was getting the better of him and the mark was trying to push it past the breaking point. Dean realized that people where staring at him at this point. Taking a deep breath Dean steadied his nerves and tried to turn the attention to something other then himself.

”The job takes a lot from you, including family. This jacket used to belong to my Dad.” This part was true at least. Even if Dean no longer felt the same attachments for his family he still felt the anger those situations had brought to him. Dean looked at Jim and sort of shrugged at the bartender. 'II should probably just leave the past in the past. Still it's a nice jacket so I think I'll keep it a while longer.”

It was about here that Dean had realized that some surly looking boy had given him the section of the paper he was looking for. He actually didn't want it as it had been more of a joke then anything else.

“Uh, thanks.” This was about all he could get out before turning back to Mary Lou. “Well, since we have to clean this thing mind showing me where to go?”

Dean gave her a wink before nodding his head over at the bartender.

“Jim's orders and all.”