MULTIVERSE// A Supernatural / MCU crossover adventure

Dean

MJ and I flung ourselves out of bed, flicking the duvet half off. We follow Jack out as he explains what the hell is going on.

"I went to Dean's room and knocked on the door to say goodnight but he wouldn't answer. So I walked in and he wasn't there, he wasn't anywhere." He speaks to us with urgency yet he's voice is so quiet. " I found his phone and keys on his table, so he mustn't be too far." Jack leads us up the front stairs to leave, but before he can open the door I tap him on the shoulder.

"Have you told Sam or Castiel?" I whisper, still confused as to why we would need to be quiet. He looks down and shakes his head, clenching his jaw and fists.

"I don't need their help." He mutters. "I don't want to worry them, we can find him I know it. They don't even have to know. Besides I don't even know where Castiel is. He's normally watching tv but sometimes I do hear him going for walks." He opens up the front door, carefully and quietly. "We can find him before he gets back and Sam wakes up."

MJ looks up at me, eyes widen and totally confused. I feel the same, it feels strange looking for Dean in the middle of the night by our selfs, when we really should be asking an adult for help.

The three of us leave the bunker, all dressed in pjs. It's very cold out but the adrenaline from worrying is doing it's best to distract me.

We don't really know where to go, but for a start we're gonna go look into town.

"DEAN!" Jack yells out, hoping for some sort of response or signal of his location. But alas, no luck. Most of the stores are closed, but there are a couple of 24 hr fast food places and a 7/11. We keep walking down the main road, calling out and peaking through windows and alley ways.

"How bout we split up?" I suggest.

"Sounds good." Jack states. "I'll have a look in there." He says, pointing to a convenience store.

"Yeah and I'll uh go have a look at the MacDonalds over there." (AN: y'all I'm Australian and I really wanted type "maccas" but I didn't you're WeLcOmE.) She starts jogging over.

"I'll take a look around to see if we missed some places." I shout out to them both as they start their missions.

I walk down one of the alleyways, seeing where it'll lead me. I start to hear distant music, so I follow it, hopefully taking me to a bar or something.
I find myself out the front of a plain red door. There's no signs or anything. I assume it's a either a back door entrance or some very illegal business. I tug on the handle, but it's locked. So I tug once more, but this time I really put my back into it, causing the handle to rip off completely. I sure hope they can afford to replace it.
I open the door ever so slowly, allowing bright flashing lights and loud music to overwhelm my senses. This is the kinda scenario where my suit would be very much appreciated. I walk in, kinda scared to find out if I've walked into a brothel or something. But instead I see a very busy bar, with lots of older men playing pool. It's not the biggest bar in the world, so it's quite crowded. 'Great. This is gonna be totally easy to look for Dean.' I sarcastically think to my own self.
Its quite terrifying walking through the crowds, as I'm both scared that: 1) someone will shove me aggressively if I bump them, and 2) someone will notice that I'm clearly not 21. I try my best to try and avoid any kind of attention, not even apologising to the people I'm grazing when I squeeze past them. I make my way to a small opening, I can finally actually see the bar. And you know what I else I see?
Dean.
Dean is sitting up at the bar, sipping on a beer, chatting to the bartender. It's obvious he's not listening but Dean is very enthusiastic about whatever story he's telling the guy.
Without walking right up to the bar, I try to get Deans attention. Turns out, waving my arms at the back of someone's head doesn't seem to do any good. I try whisper/shouting his name, whilst hiding back behind different people, as I really don't want the bartenders attention.
I come to the sad conclusion that he isn't going to hear me, so instead I go for plan b. I very cautiously shot a web at Deans beer, unintentionally knocking it straight out of his hands and over the bar. I cringe as I wait for his reaction. The bartender for one, is shaking his head. Dean on the other hand, is looking right in my direction. I jump out behind some very tall man and wave my arms, but immediately turning back around so I'm not drawing too much attention. I can soon sense his presence behind me, so I grab his hand on my shoulder and lead him out the door I came in by. As soon as we're outside, I swing my whole body dramatically around, and I watch him stumble he's way down the 3 stairs.

"What are you doing man?" I gesture to the bar.

"I could ask you the same question, aren't you like 13?" His words slurring.

"17 actually, but I mean... Jack's worried about you. We've been out here looking for you." He jolts his head back in confusion. A very eccentric reaction to my statement.

"Who is exactly looking for me?"

"Jack, MJ, and me." He rolls his eyes at me and scoffs. "Let's just take you back, before Cas and Sam notice you're gone and start to panic." As soon as I mention Cas, Dean starts vigorously shaking his head. "What's wrong?" I question. Instead of a response, he starts walking back up the stairs. I somewhat aggressively grab he's shoulder, easily forcing him back downstairs. "Look man I don't really know what exactly is going on with you and Cas, but I'm sure you can work it out in the morning."

He snaps at me, "Nothing is going on with me and Cas." I throw my hands up in defence. "Ok? I just want to drink in peace so can you just back the fuck off?" He's words make me tense up. His tone and body movements are intimidating to say the least. For a second I consider just running off, letting him just drink until he physically can't anymore. But I can't help myself but feel like I should do something. Help him.

"Listen man..." I start, cautiously, "I think you and I are a lot more alike than you think." Unexpectedly, he hasn't turned back away yet, so I keep going, slightly unprepared. "I know what it's like to not want to open up. I don't want people to know the truth about me. I'm scared of judgement, I'm scared of rejection. But dude... if I've learnt anything in my entire 17 year long experience," that earns me a smirk and eye roll, "life's too short to just pretend you aren't who you are. That's just lame and exhausting." I laugh, not being able to take myself (or life) too seriously. "You can't let... dumb people control you man." I stand back, silently waiting for a response. He takes a deep breathe in, contemplating what to say next.

"I think you're right kid." His words surprise me. My eyes widen, and I awkwardly fold my arms as an attempt to look casual. "I'm just not good at this opening up crap." He laughs, relaxing the whole scene.

"Neither am I." I mutter. He makes direct eye contact.

"Why not? I thought you're generation was good with all this... stuff."

"Well yeah they are... I just think my situation is a little harder for people to understand." He shakes his head at me.

"And mine isn't? Kid listen, I grew up with a father who had very strong opinions about... well anything. That's not exactly a good situation if you ask me. And hell, I've been so confused basically my whole life. Cause I mean I know I'm not gay. Like I know that. But I also know... that I've had feelings for people... different feelings that... I don't know how to explain." He rubs his hands across his face. "I'm sorry kid, I don't know what I'm telling you all this." I watch him take in a deep breathe, and let it go. It seems to give him the will to start walking down the alleyway.

"Where are you going?" I ask, running up behind him.

"Home."