Pride

The Bar

Dean thought through the information that Sam had just provided him with. The younger Hunter believed that there was a pattern to these disappearances. Gay men, over the age of 20 but under the age of 30 and over 6 foot. Sam had suggested that they go to the nearest gay bar and stake out there.

"A gay bar? Are there even any gay bars in this small ass town?!" Dean seemed uncomfortable about the idea but he knew that it would be beneficial to the case.

Sam rubbed his neck awkwardly but continued to stared into the screen of his laptop, "Pride."

Dean glanced over at his baby brother in confusion, "Come again?"

"Pride. The only gay bar in this town is called Pride. It's actually the only gay bar for miles around." Sam said distractedly as he continued to scan the information on his laptop. His refusal to take his eyes away from the screen would have you believe that ancient mythology was the most enthralling read of all time. It was clear that Sam wasn't letting out everything he knew.

Questions whizzed around his head but he stuck to the most obvious, "Where?"

"You know that diner that we had breakfast in? Well, the backstreet behind there. You'd have to walk right along until you think that you're going to come out the other end." He typed quickly on his keyboard.

"And you know this, how?" Dean stared at his brother.

Sam shrugged and still avoided looking anywhere near his elder, "I've gotten around, Dean."

Dean huffed at Sam's cryptic answer, "Apparently so."

The elder Winchester eyed his brother suspiciously as he lent back on his bed. He'd have to find out more tomorrow.

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Sam rung his hands together nervously. His eyes darted through the darkening streets as he and Dean made their way to Pride. He swallowed and brushed a hand through his long hair. He was on edge and alert but Dean couldn't quite figure out why.

Dean watched his brother in his peripheral vision. He recognized the nervous actions from years of companionship which made his suspicion only grow. He chewed his lip as they strode through the streets. The street lamps barely lit the area beneath them let alone the whole road.

Sam kept his head bowed down low as he led the way. They passed the diner where they had purchased breakfast but at this time at night it was closed up with the lights off. Dean glanced in the window as he followed Sam passed the front of the building. The younger Winchester trotted forward like he could have found his way blindfolded. Dean couldn't help but wonder about his little brother.

Sam peered over his shoulder and offered Dean a small smile before turning right down a small back road. There were lights positioned every few meters to try and ensure the visitors to the club had a safe walk. There was no signs for the bar at the opening of the road but the people attending didn't require signage. Most local people probably didn't even realize that there was a gay bar placed in the dead centre of their quaint town.

Subconsciously keeping close to the wall, Sam scampered quickly towards the dead end. The tall man kept his shoulders hunched over and hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. Dean studied his self conscious brother as the man seemed to try and become invisible. It made the elder brother raise an eyebrow.

As they got closer to the door, the sight of a small queue outside came into focus. Music from inside leaked out as 6 or 7 sparsely dressed people stood shivering outside the small door which was cordoned off by a velvet rope. A few of them jumped up and down to try and get their blood pumping quicker. The members of the queue turned as they heard Sam and Dean's heavy work boots against the ground. They seemed suspicious of Dean's natural swagger and confidence that oozed dominance but with one glance at a trying-to-disappear Sam and they quickly relaxed.