"It's Team Free Will 2.0. With two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, a dude that just came back from the dead again and the special addition; a tinker-"
"What? No buzzer this time?"
"Uhu, buzzer sounds unmelodious. You don't."
"So you've finally...
"You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth."
– William W. Purkey
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Dean wasn't looking anything other than the bottom of a bottle or ten tonight. Sitting in the corner of a swanky bar that he found at the end of the town, sipping overpriced whiskey, he watched as the time slowly began to lose its meaning, swerving into an infinite river flowing.
The small wall light, covered by a dark shade of red that dwindled into darkness gave everything a smoky and mysterious atmosphere. The dull beaming glow pulsed with the muffled beat of some monotonous song that he usually hated played continuously like a never-ending loop. But unlike any other day, tonight he craved the noise, any noise because the alternative was much cruel. Silence would only nurture his dreading thoughts, would remind him of his shitty life where in the end he was forgotten by everyone, left alone like an empty shell with no purpose. So noise and numbing liquor were his remedies tonight.
The hunter was minding his own business, swallowing down all his sorrows, until a brunette sitting alone on the booth across him caught his eyes. A girl, with a soft heart-shaped face and cascade of brown tendrils down her spine. She looked young, too young as she sipped some green-colored drink in a fancy cup, looking around the room as if seeing the world for the first time, like a kid at their first circus. Maybe in places like this, the legal drinking age was just a mere suggestion than an actual requirement.
Dean didn't mean to intrude or stare, but she was directly in his line of sight and he saw her enough to know she looked uncomfortable. Innocent. Definitely didn't belong in a place like this. Her chin was dipped down, so he was unable to see her eyes but then something unexpected happen and the girl raised her head, and for a brief moment, Dean could swear she looked right at him. Her piercing blue eyes bore straight into his green ones, and she held them on him for a second, only a flash but it was there and it went all the way to the center of his bones. For the first time tonight, he lost all his thoughts. Dean wanted to laugh at the situation, here he was drinking down his sorrows, wanted to forget how his own brother left him to fend for himself at the first chance he got, just because that eighteen years old had a better chance at future – a college degree.
So how dare those eyes of some stranger tried to cajole him!
He shot back the rest of his liquor, not taking eyes off her, but when the music shifted from slow beats to loud bass, and most of the crowd began to tread over to the dance floor, Dean's eyes shifted from her to the people around just for a second but it was enough to lose the sight of her. She was gone, lost in a sea of color, crimped hair, and leather jackets. Clenching his fist, Dean fought the sinking sensation in his gut and was startled by the sudden reaction for someone he met only a few minutes ago.
