Dad and I were definitely drunk by the time we got up to leave. Ellen forced us to let Sam drive home. On the way out I tripped a little and had to turn around to catch my self. While turning I caught a glimpse of something that I had seen before but couldn't necessarily remember. I stood up, stabilized my self and turned towards the object. It was the trench coat guy from last night.
I was too drunk to think anything about it however.
The next morning I woke up with a slight headache but other than that I felt fine. I went out into the living room to find Dad on the couch with a trash can next to him and a cool, wet, wash cloth covering his eyes. I coughed and he lifted the was cloth to look at me. "How are you standing up?" He moaned. "Both of us were drunk off our asses last night."
"Well I guess your age is catching up to you. Can't drink like you used to."
I headed out to the kitchen and pulled out some bread. Sam got up a little bit after me.
We sat at the dining table so we didn't disturb Dad and his humongous hangover. I read the news and Sam clicked away on his laptop.
"Hey did you notice that funny looking guy come into the bar and start crying last night?" Hey said out of nowhere.
"No I did not but I might have seen him. What did he look like?" I don't know why I was curious about it. Who are we to judge a crying man in a bar.
"Umm I don't know. Black hair..." He thought for a second trying to remember. "Oh yeah. And he was wearing a trench coat. "
"Really?"
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FanfictionDean had been taking care of Sam for years. Even after he quit high school, he still stayed so that Sam could finish it. He got a job at a repair shop and no longer relied on his Uncle Bobby or his dad. He supported him and Sam on his own. One day...
