I Ran Away to You (Dean Winchester)

Chapter 1

I arrived in Chicago about two days ago and the job hunt was not going very well at all. Not many places were hiring at the moment and the places that were, took one look at me and shoed me out the door. I honestly don't know what's wrong with the way I look but it must be something.

I was in a bar at the moment, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had just left the convenience store about two blocks over that denied my application. I didn't look that unpresentable. I was wearing dark-wash skinny jeans, combat boots, a grey t-shirt, paired with my zip-up hoodie and dark-wash jean jacket. All the clothes that I took with me when I ran from home looked pretty much the same.

I sighed as I ran my hand through my dark brown hair, taking one last look in the mirror before leaving the grungy restroom of the bar. I found a small empty table and set my tattered tan satchel beside me as I waited for one of the bartenders to come over–I really needed a beer. As I was waiting, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the two guys at the table beside me.

"So did you get anything besides the number of the bartender?" The taller brunette asked.

The other man looked almost offended. "Sammy, I am appalled that you would even think that. I am a professional and I take my job very seriously." He said and at Sam's incredulous look, he smirked and shrugged as he held up a napkin, "and...well..."

"You know what, Dean, I knew it. Did you happen to even get any useful information at all about Meredith?"

"Hold your horses. I did do a little recon but it came up empty." The one now known as Dean said, "Meredith was just a normal girl. Nothing unusual going on with her at all. She was well liked, she served the customers, she was a great bar tender and no one here noticed anything suspicious going on before she died."

They talked for a little more before the one named Sam got completely distracted by what looks to be a blonde a few tables over. He got up without saying a word and walked over. Dean just followed Sam's movements with his eyes before getting up and following him over.

It was a strange conversation for sure, considering they were talking about someone who died that they didn't even seem to know. Undercover cops maybe? In any case, I did find out some useful information – this bar is now short a bartender and might be looking for a new one. I reached into my satchel, grabbed a resume and walked over to the bar.

"Hey!" I called to one of the male bartenders and when he looked at me I continued, "I was wondering if I could speak to the manager?"

"You're looking at him." He said as he wiped down a glass and came closer to the counter. The blond-haired, brown-eyed manager looked to be about his mid-thirties. He was wearing a white button-up under a black leather vest.

"Hi, my name is Aria Kenneth and I heard you might be looking for a new bartender?" I asked and was about to hand over my resume but was interrupted.

"No sorry, you must have heard wrong." He said and was about to go back to his business.

"Wait! Listen, this is my resume. Maybe you can just take a look and see if-"

"Look, sweetheart, you're just not what we're looking for. I'd take your resume but in all honesty it will probably just end up in the trash." He said as he set the glass down on the counter and looked at me, "The convenience store a couple blocks over might be a better bet."

Giving the best smile I could muster, which wasn't that great of one if I'm being honest, I said softly, "Yeah...I'll uh...give them a try."

Except, as mentioned earlier, I did give them a try already. I was about to step back and away from the bar so other customers could be served but before I could I was shoved out of the way by a redhead that seemed to be in desperate need of a beer. I stumbled backwards and right into a solid someone.