Pride

Flashback

"Randy?!" The morning was just beginning to rise as Dean jogged down the alley towards Pride. The large bouncer turned at the calling of his name. He smiled widely when he saw Dean pounding down the tarmac.

"Dean. Hey, man. You alright?" Randy asked concerned despite the fact that he was dead on his feet and any other person really wouldn't care.

"I'm yeah. I was just wondering if I could speak with you a moment." His voice sounded hopeful and Randy wasn't the type of guy to diminish hope in any body.

"Um, yeah sure." He glanced at his watch. "Walk with me though. I've gotta be home soon." He smiled tiredly.

Randy's strides were long and powerful making Dean trot beside him to keep up. He quickly reached the entrance of the alley and began walking along the side walk. He looked down at Dean expectantly.

"Oh, um. Sam told me about his... bisexuality last night." Dean hesitated on the word. He didn't know why. His mouth just stuttered.

"You're alright with that?" Randy peaked down at the Winchester out of the corner of his eye. His voice made it clear that there wasn't much of an option. He would accept it, no matter if it was begrudgingly, or Randy would steal Sam away.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Just a bit surprised. It was a secret for so long that it's amazing he kept it for such a long period of time."

Randy grunted in agreement. Something told Dean that Randy had tried to get Sam to come out for years, "Understandable."

"I want to know about that accident." Dean stopped walking which made Randy have to turn and look at him.

Randy began to protest when Dean interrupted, "I know you want to protect him but I need to know what happened so I can be there for Sammy when he needs me to be. I also think that'd be a way to show my support..." His shoulders sank, "Please."

Randy studied him carefully for any signs of manipulation and not just complete concern for his brother. The large bouncer sighed and a tired hand was wiped down his face, "Fine. I'll tell you what I know. Everything else Sam will have to tell you. Even I don't know it all."

Dean frowned at this new information. What was Sammy hiding now?

A few years earlier. -Sam's Flashback.

Sam pulled his jacket tighter around his thin shoulders. The rain was only light but was ice cold from the late November chill in the air. More serial murderers are born in November then any other month, Sam grumbled the trivia to himself. He hunched his shoulders and kept his focus purely on the wet tarmac floor in a feeble attempt to minimize his giant form. The music of the club echoed behind him as he got further and further away. He briefly glanced over his shoulder to see Randy waving him goodbye.

The cold ached through his flesh and down to his bones making him wish that he'd brought a proper coat with him not just the denim jacket. He stumbled and glared down at the pothole as if it had just appeared out of thin air. The alcohol just slightly dulling his senses but not too much to make him vulnerable or any sort of a target. Despite leaving, he still stuck to his father's rules all on his own.

He had just reached the end if the alley when he first heard the voices. Keeping his head down, he kept walking back towards the room he was staying in. He often stayed in town overnight, whether that was with someone from the bar or at a motel or even at Randy's apartment once or twice. It was always easier to make the trip home in the morning after sleeping off the alcohol and tiredness.

The voices got louder so Sam automatically picked up his pace. It sounded like two or three men who had just a bit too much to drink causing them to be dicks... to be loud dicks. Didn't they appreciate that some people are actually asleep at 2:30am? Sam ranted silently.