The Family Business- Supernatural

-Chapter One-

Hunting things, serving people, the family business. 

It was another night working under the roof of the Supernatural, and everything was as it should be. A few locals were sitting at round, wooden tables with pints of beer in there dirt covered hands. 

Dean was leaning on the counter at the front of the bar, looking over the loud customers. He then looked straight ahead and smiled as he saw his brother Sam and his father John walk through the door with large smiles on their blood covered faces. Another evening out hunting. Dean cherished these rear times of his family actually getting along. He straightened himself up and reached for one of the meany dirty glasses that were stacked up next to him. He was meant to have these cleaned up by the time they got back, but he had a few distractions that night.

"Hey, looks like you two got a few shots in", Dean said as he started to wipe the inside of the glass he was holding.

John patted Sam's shoulder as he passed him to chat with some of his customers. "Just a few deer this time Dean", Sam smiled at his brother as he stood in front of the counter. "But it's better than nothing. Looks like you got a lot of work done while we were out. I'm surprised this place hasn't burnt down when you're in charge." Dean glared at Sam, watching as his brothers laughter became louder than the yells and cheers from the customers.

"Shut up, Sammy. If this place was to burn down it would happen on your shift", Dean smirked to himself and hanged up the now clean glass.

"Keep telling yourself that, but as of now you're off duty." Sam walked to the opposite side of the counter and playfully shoved Dean out into the crowd of people that were huddled around the bar, waiting for their drinks. Dean was surprised as he received a few pushes and growls from the group of angry people that he had not noticed before. He laughed quietly as he pushed his way through,  his eyes looked ahead as he saw a free pool table that was surrounded by a heavenly glow from the light that hanged from the ceiling. it was rare for him to have a game of pool while he was off duty so he was going to take full advantage.

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Sam finished up the cleaning, the bar was now closed and he was alone. He grabbed the TV remote that was hidden behind the bar, "A shooter that killed 10 people has escaped and heading towards-" he switched off the flat screen, cutting off a young news reporter, not really taking interest at the story that was on at the time. Sam walked around wiping down tables and switching off the lights, he then stopped at the small, separate room where the pool tables were and smiled softly to himself. Dean was lying flat on his stomach on top of one of his beloved pool tables, and empty glass in his hands.

He pried the glass out and placed it quietly on a small table that was next to his brother. Dean's young face crunched up at the sudden emptiness in his hand, he squinted up at Sam as he stood up straight and stretched, cracking his back. They both talked for a few minutes as they closed and locked up for the night. They then walked out back and started walking to their family home a few minutes away, John's truck was not there so they guessed he was at Bobby's for the night again. The brothers ate their dinner in silence and went to bed. Sam fell asleep right away, his arm draped over his eyes. Dean stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before he felt the tiredness creep in. He hoped he would get more sleep than the last few nights, but only time will tell.