Bad thoughts

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*Dean sat at the bar quietly with his beer, his mind a million miles away. His face showed a distained look, a face that told that he was a man with much on his plate. It wasn’t often he allowed himself to show anything of what was going inside out like this, but Dean had a lot to think over and Sam wasn’t around to hide from this time.

Sam... As the years drudged on, Dean was finding that Sam was falling victim to the darkness which he was just not strong enough to fight himself. Many times Dean wished that Sam could have continued his normal live. If he had known that Sam would have started falling this way, trusting a demon... Well, he wasn’t sure if he’d change his choice in calling for his brother’s aid to find their father. From what Dean gathered, it was timely... Jessica would have died anyway and most likely Sam would have never called for him and his father. But Sam was in a down climb and Dean was starting to doubt that he would be able to pull his brother out of it.

Dean would do anything for his brother, he knew he had his limits but he was not about to accept defeat. not anytime soon or anytime later. Not until he no longer breathed, and even then he would fight. Sam was his responsibility and if Sam fell off the edge, it would be his fault.

Dean took another sip of his beer and then felt a slender hand brush up over his shoulder. Turning he looked to find a beautiful woman smiling at him as she sat down on the stool next to him. Instantly on cue he have her a smile, “why hello beautiful,”

“Hello back at you,” she said with a smile as she checked him out. “Why the long face handsome? You look like something’s wrong.”

Dean looked her over with a smirk on his face, ‘Yeah well, it isn’t nothing a beautiful woman like yourself couldn’t fix,” he said cheesing his adorable grin which gave him the familiar response of a return smile and a giggle

Luna had wandered off across the bar to another table.
She was talking and laughing with a muscular, tall blonde guy. He had deep green eyes and a great smile. Luna was going to play Dean's game. Sure she was tired, but she had game.
He was just asking her if she wanted to leave with him when she laughed. "Sorry hun. I'm not that easy," she winked and kissed his cheek. She then stood up and walked back over to the table she had been at. Sam was the only one sitting there at that point. Luna sat back down in her seat and took a sip of her beer. "So how have you been Sam?" she asked quietly, setting her bright blue eyes on him.

*After a while Dean came back to the table, "heya kiddies, you all have a fun night now" he said looking over his shoulder at the woman smiling at him as she waited by the door, a smile sread across his face nodding to her as she waved and then looked to the others, slapping Sam on the shoulder. "Cuz I'm going to do that same," he said with a sly chuckled before starting off behind the woman going outside to his car, his arm slung over the woman's shoulders as they went

Jo rolled her eyes as she walked back over to the table. Dean was never going to change was he? Oh well it didn't matter, she sat down in her seat. As she watched Dean walk away she shook her head taking another drink. She knew that now Sam would feel a little on the awkward side now. The last time it was the three of them together was at Jo's house a while ago and things were getting interesting.
She turned her attention to the song that was now playing. It was one of Ash's favorite songs. She really missed that mullet head, she missed the roadhouse. More than anything she missed her mother, she hadn't seen her in months. Jo wasn't even sure her mother knew where she was. Jo though that she probably should call and tell her where she was. She began to hum along to the song quietly, having flash backs of Ash singing it back at the road house. A tear slowly rolled down her face, she quickly wiped it away hoping that neither Sam nor Luna saw it.

Sam frowned at his brother then at the woman and had a nasty thought to just kill her there and then. He didn't know why it just felt... Right... ? He glanced to Jo and noticed the tear slowly roll form her cheek. He quickly cupped her cheek to catch the tear before it fell to the floor.
"I saw your mother the other day Jo," he said, looking at her, trying to help her stop crying and trying to stop the urge to kill the woman taking him over. "She's going to come visit you at your new bar soon she said."
Sam then moved his hand and his eyes to Luna. His hand rested on the table as he smiled slightly to the new girl.
"I've been better, been worse - been dead before so this isn't as bad," he chuckled.

Jo cracked a smile at what Sam had said taking his hand and smiling at him. "Thanks Sam. That was one thing that I needed to hear the most right now. Ever since the road house...." she trailed off not wanting to make herself cry again. But she smiled as she thought about her mother coming to see her, things where now turning around a little.
Sighing a little she got up and walked over to the juke box and changed the song to something less depressing and more familiar. she then leaned against the juke humming along to the song as it played.