The Sub

Dean

Dean Winchester sighed as he looked over the pink invoices from the different companies. He hated this side of owning a business, doing the books, but Dean always made sure he had more than enough money to pay all his bills on time.

The leather squeaked as he adjusted the way he was sitting, the cherry wood desk felt hard against his arms as he leaned forward. The fake lighting was too bright; he needed to get out of the office for a bit.

He looked at his watch, it was lunchtime. He smiled as he stood grabbing his suit jacket pulling it on. He headed out, grabbing his heavy peacoat and scarf along the way as he went out the front door. He entered the elevator and pressed the first-floor button, one of the great things of owning his own business is that he could work from home, at least when it came to the paperwork.

The air was crisp and cool, Dean was glad he grabbed his heavier coat on the way out, he walked the two blocks to the diner he enjoyed. They were voted the best bacon cheeseburger in the city.

The air smelled of melted cheese, coffee, and cooking meat. Dean inhaled it, making him happy. Taking a seat at the counter, the waitress came up.

"Hey, Carey," Dean said.

"What can I get ya?" she asked with a flirty smile.

"Bacon cheeseburger, fries, and a coke, please," Dean asked for with a smile.

"Coming right up," she said, turning around. She reached up to place the ticket on the counter for the cook in a way that Dean could not mistake that she wanted him to check out her ass.

Dean smiled and looked down at his phone, his brother Sam had texted him to see if he was going to dinner at their parent's house the next day. He replied, saying that he would try to make it.

Dean and his father never got along to well after he found out that he was into both guys and girls. His mother saved him from being kicked out of the house, telling his father that if Dean had to go, so would she and Sam, that he would never see any of them again.

Since that night, his dad was distant.looking down his nose to everything that he did. Dean's brother Sam was different; he was the baby and the lawyer.

Graduated from Stanford, he could have gotten any job he wanted out in California but decided he wanted to be close to his family when his girlfriend died in a freak accident.

Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when the bell above the door chimed, signaling the waitress that people had come in; she told them to take a seat anywhere.

She placed Dean's drink in front of him. He thanked her, opened the straw, and popped it in.

When he was finished with his burger, he paid and left a generous tip. Dean figured he would head to the club, check-in to see what was going on.

Dean was the owner of "Masters Den of Iniquity," he catered to clients with deep pockets, the ones that could afford the high priced membership.