Carry on my wayward son...
Who: The Bros. Winchester
What: Since everyone knows Sam and Dean are basically hopeless without each other, it's about time for the reunion.
When: Evening, a few days after Sam's arrival
Where: The bar
Rating: PG-13 I'm gonna say, cause well... Dean
Status: Incomplete, Closed
"Just a Molson's," Sam told the bartender as he settled onto a stool. He sighed and rested his elbows on the counter, then his head in the crooks of his elbows, as he waited for his drink.
Two weeks and two days. Two weeks that Dean had been missing, and two days that Sam had wandered fruitlessly around this town, following a lead that made very little sense and offered very few answers.
All he knew was that Dean had been here. Might still be here. And Sam had to find him, fast. So far he wasn't having much luck. How the hell hard could it be to find his brother in a town of three hundred people?
Something was definitely strange here, and strange for the Winchesters was always really, really bad shit. Not to mention that this town totally gave him the creeps.
The bartender slid the bottle to him and Sam didn't hesitate before taking a generous swig. If he couldn't find Dean tonight, he was at least going to find a decent buzz.
What: Since everyone knows Sam and Dean are basically hopeless without each other, it's about time for the reunion.
When: Evening, a few days after Sam's arrival
Where: The bar
Rating: PG-13 I'm gonna say, cause well... Dean
Status: Incomplete, Closed
"Just a Molson's," Sam told the bartender as he settled onto a stool. He sighed and rested his elbows on the counter, then his head in the crooks of his elbows, as he waited for his drink.
Two weeks and two days. Two weeks that Dean had been missing, and two days that Sam had wandered fruitlessly around this town, following a lead that made very little sense and offered very few answers.
All he knew was that Dean had been here. Might still be here. And Sam had to find him, fast. So far he wasn't having much luck. How the hell hard could it be to find his brother in a town of three hundred people?
Something was definitely strange here, and strange for the Winchesters was always really, really bad shit. Not to mention that this town totally gave him the creeps.
The bartender slid the bottle to him and Sam didn't hesitate before taking a generous swig. If he couldn't find Dean tonight, he was at least going to find a decent buzz.