Never Stop Searching

Chapter four

Dean practically drove all day until he came across a Saloon called Roadhouse. It wasn't very busy but it was a place where he could drink so it was a winner in Dean's book. He walked in and saw a young man at a computer with a weird but kinda cool haircut. An older woman with blonde hair and a teenage boy no older than sixteen with shaggy brown hair.

"Rough day? " The teen asked him as he took a seat at the bar, the teen was very observant and was able to reconize the look in Dean's eyes. He was distraught by something and he was here to drink his sorrows away.
"You have no idea kid, I'll take a whiskey. " Dean said to the teen and as the teen went to grab a small glass he couldn't help but think about his little brother. Was he alright? Had his adoptive family been treating him alright? What if Ms. Jasmine had been right what if Sam wasn't the kind hearted kid he remembered?

"Here you go a glass of Whiskey, I'm giving you the bottle as well because you look like you need it. " The teen said and Dean was glad he could focus on something else then an old wound in his heart. He ravenously drank the whiskey in almost one gulp and reached for the bottle to pour himself another drink.
"Geez you're in a rough spot more so than most folks that end up here. " The teen commented as Dean gulped down his second glass, something about this kid bugged him a bit.

It wasn't his constant talking or the fact that someone his age was working at bar where people got drunk. It was his eyes, they were a dark brown same as his little brother's, sure it was probably just a some kid with the same eye color. Sam wasn't the only kid in the world with brown eyes, but Dean couldn't stop himself from seeing Sammy everytime he looked at the teen's face. But he hid all these thoughts behind his fake smile and snarky comments.
"So how does a small and scrawny kid like you end up working in a place like this?" Dean suddenly asked wanting to break the awkward silence that was happening between them both.

"My family owns this place, so I kinda own this place. " The teen explained and decided that if this guy was going to be a jerk then he was going to be one as well.
"It means I can kick you out for being a douche bag, whoever you are. " The teen sassed and Dean was a bit impressed by his quick come back, the kid would make a great lawyer. He thought to himself as he stared into the teen's brown eyes like he was trying to read him like a book.
"Dean, my name is Dean, " he clarified and if he had been paying attention he would noticed the way the teen flinched at the name, but he wasn't.

"Really um what is your last name? " The teen asked nervously and Dean gave him a weird look.
"That's kinda personal information kid, didn't your parents warn you about strangers I could be a murderer. " Dean joked although he was also being somewhat 
serious, if he had learned anything in his life it was that you never gave someone your last name. Dean was a Paranormal hunter so every credit card or ID he had with him was fake, so he never shared his personal information with anyone.

"Sorry just curious, you kinda remind me of someone. " The teen answered so quietly that Dean almost didn't hear him, after he had a third glass Dean decided he should leave so he wouldn't be completely drunk when he got back to his car. He placed some cash on the counter he had won through gambling and walked away, he was a little wobbly but he was sober enough to make it to his car and take care of himself so he wouldn't black out. He always carried some water and OTC meds to relieve himself from the effects of the alcohol. He also decided to close his eyes and rest for a bit because he was in no shape to drive.

"Sam who was that man you were talking to? " Ellen asked as her adoptive son washed Dean's glass in the sink. He had been very quiet ever since Dean had walked out the door but he wasn't sure why.
"Not sure really he didn't tell me much, " Sam answered finally breaking his long term silence and speaking.
"He didn't hurt you did you? " Ellen asked going into her overprotective mother mode as she always did whenever Sam talked with some random guy that came by.
"Mom I'm fine all we did was talk, but I am wiped I think I'm going to turn in early. " Sam said to her and Ellen allowed him to leave.

As he walked up the stairs long forgotten memories resurfaced in his mind. He remembered someone named Dean carrying for him but he wasn't sure who Dean was or why the name never left him. He sat on his bed and tried not to think the green eyes that never looked away from him. It physically made his head hurt when he tried to tell himself to forget all about it and just move on but something deep inside him refused to allow it. Whoever this Dean was he wasn't leaving Sam's head anytime soon.

"I should just get some sleep, " Sam said to himself and tried his best to fall asleep, eventually he did but his dream were plagued with him being taken away from loving arms. He also saw a young boy about seven or eight chasing after him in a panicked rush but by the time he woke up he had forgotten most of the dream.