Episode: Season 2 Episode 5

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom

Enjoy!

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~Highway~

Dean was driving the Impala, like usual. Sam was in the passenger's seat, (M/n) in the back, still like usual. They were going down a dark two-lane road. Radio playing.

"Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classic, all night long." The radio announcer said.

"I don't know, man, why don't we just chill out, think about this."

Sam shut off the radio. "What's there to think about?"

"I just don't know is going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean said.

"Dean, its another premonition. I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where."

"Yeah, man, but..."

"Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay? Plus maybe you've forgotten, but we have a Knight of Hell with us. It could put him in danger."

"I know how to handle myself." (M/n) mumbled in back.

"So I'm a freak now?"

Dean slapped Sam on the thigh, "You've always been a freak." He smiled weakly.

~Roadhouse, night~

Jo was playing a shooter arcade game as an older man watches. She hits every target, and he groans.

"Damn, little lady, that what my room money."

She took the money the he pulls out. "Well, I guess you're taking a truck nap tonight."

As she walks away, pleased with herself, Ellen walked over.

"Oughta check the high scores before you put your money down."

She pressed a button on the game and a list of high scores, all reading "Player: Jo" scrolls across the screen.

"You went and got yourself hustled, Ed."

The three boys entered, passing two men at a table cleaning weapons, (M/n) looking a bit uneasy. Den almost ran into Jo, who stops, smiling.

"Just can't stay away, huh?"

"Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?" The Winchester was aware that the demon was glaring at the girl.

"Where's Ash?" Sam said hurried.

"In his back room."

"Great." Sam brushed past her.

"And I'm fine..."

"Sorry, he's, we're....kind of on a bit of a timetable."

~Back room~

Sam approaches a rough wooden door with a sign hanging on it that reads: DR BADASS IS: IN.

"Ash? Hey, Ash?" Sam knocked on the door.

"Hey, Dr. Badass?" Dean joined in.

The door is unlatched and opened a crack to reveal Ash, who is naked. Dean averts his eyes.

"Sam? Dean? Sam and Dean." Ash said.

"Hey Ash. Um. We need your help."

"Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants. "

He shuts the door.

~Alittle later~

ASH is sitting at a table with his laptop open, looking at the hand-drawn sketch of the bus logo from Sam's vision. Sam sits across from him, DEAN stands behind.

"Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma."

"Okay. Do me a favor, check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that."

"You think the demon's there?"

"Yeah. maybe."

"Why would you think that?"

"Just check it, all right." Dean said.

Ash gives him a look, Dean and Sam, frown at each other.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon. "

"All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday." The younger Winchester commented.

Ash looks at him, startled. Dean looks around to check for eavesdroppers. Jo, cleaning a table nearby, is watching them.

"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that."

Sam pulls out a beer bottle and sets it next to the laptop.

"Cause there's a PBR in it for ya."

"Give me fifteen minutes."

~At the bar~

(M/n) was chugging a beer, 4 empty ones were next to him. There was a group of men watching him and cheering. Ellen was watching him, smiling. The boy soon chugged a 6, then a 7, then and 8th.

"Damn, boy. You been drinking before?" A man asked.

"You could say that." What amazing the men was that he wasn't hammered. (M/n) was perfectly fine. Ellen knew that showing off that kind of skill was dangerous. Soon the men walked away, going to their cars.

"You might wanna be careful, if they weren't drunker then hell, they would have your head in bits." She handed the boy another beer, that he drank slowly this time.

"It'd take a lot more then that to kill me. Plus ya get free beer and a place to stay afterwards." The demon smiled.

Ellen smiled and shook her head. "I've never heard of a demon that took advantage of his abilities."

Dean soon came out, sat next to the boy. "I heard a lot of cheering and was wondering if you were stripping out here."

"You would have loved that wouldn't you." (M/n) nudged the older male, who laughed and wrapped an arm around the smaller male.

"Of course." The two shared a kiss. Jo was watching, jealous of the demon.

Sam came up.

"We have a match. We've gotta go." And he left the place.

Dean groaned and pulled back from (M/n). "Why is he such a mood killer?"

~Impala~

Dean's voice rose up, singing.

"And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..."

"You're kidding, right?" Sam piped up.

"I heard the song somewhere, I can't get it out of my head, I don't know man. Whaddya got?"

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire, exactly six months later, also like me."

"You think the demon killed his mom?"

"Sure looks like it."

"I don't know....This feels weird." (M/n) said.

"How did you even know to look for this guy?"

"Every premonition I've had, if they're not about the demon, they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?"

"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho."

"The point is he was killing people. And I was having the same type of vision about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."

"How do we find him?"

"Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills, phone, credit, utilities..."

"Collection agency flags?"

"None in the system."

"They just let him take a walk?"

"Seem like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Lets start there."