Chapter 1

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P.O.V. Dean

I drove up to the apartment in my baby, my dads '67 impala. My brother Sam beside me, we didn't talk much since he was in Stanford or whatever it's called; but he agreed to help me. I walked to the apartment and knocked, a man that seemed to be a few years older, had black hair, and wasn't half bad looks wise.

"Hello," he said. God his voice was fricking deep.

"I-I'm Dean. Here for the apartment." I say, semi-coldly. He nods, he looked a bit upset. 

"Well before I can accept your application to live with me." He paused. "You must answer a few questions." He finished. I tensed up, What could that mean?

"Your name?"

"Dean Winchester"

"Do you smoke?" 

"Nope"

"Do you drink?"

"All the time." He took note of that

"Are you in a relationship?" I give him a confused look, why did it matter?

"With beer, whiskey, and rock n roll." I chuckle. He didn't seem to think it was funny. 

"Well, I will speak to you about the rules later, Dean Winchester. Until then, bring in your things."

Living here was going to be interesting

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