Title: Born under a bad sign
Pairings: Xander & Dean
Disclaimer: I don't anything, this is just my sick and twisted mind at work so enjoy
Warnings: Slash, Femslash, Male Pregnancy, Het and Attentive universe, Rape, Self-Harming, Family disowning
Series:The House Of Winchester
Summery: The Winchester men John and Dean become divided after a row, now on his own Dean Yellow biggest threat is now vulnerable but before he can strike Dean falls for a certain one eyed White Knight
Chapter Summery: Two drunken Winchesters one bad result
The House Of Winchester - Born Under A Bad Sign
Beer bad…...Tequila's worse
John Winchester sat silently in the bar with a beer in one hand and his cigarette in the other, his eldest son Dean sat before him mirroring his father. It had been a particularly nasty and emotional hunt and John feared the worse when it came to his eldest son.
The demon that he'd been hunting for 22 years had clamed another victim and taken another child, Dean had been willing to risk his life to save the child but John had stopped him dead pulling him out of the fire engulfed building.
"Why?" said Dean, his words barely heard by his father.
"It was to dangerous Dean," grunted John
"I could have gotten to him, now it has destroyed another…."
"ENOUGH, it was my call Dean and I made it" growled John as he slammed his beer down on the table.
"Yes Sir" spat Dean as he finished his beer and headed to relive himself.
John eyed the Impala keys on the table before him and growled, scribbling something on a scrap of paper John got up grabbed the keys and headed out the door. When Dean returned he was surprised to see his father gone, he growled when he approached the table and saw his fathers note.
Your too emotionally involved….your burnt out. There's no other reason for why you'd have ignored my orders otherwise? Therefore, I've taken the Impala and am heading to Bobby's.
The motel is paid up for a few more days; I'll be back then to pick you up. By then you should have cooled off.
Dean was pissed off to say the least as he approached the bar.
"Tequila" growled Dean as the barman sighed and served Dean.
the hours passed and Dean slowly sunk into a drunken stupor until the barman had see enough, after getting his work mate to cover him he helped Dean to his feet.
"That's it Cowboy you've had you limit, are you staying local?" asked the barman
"The motel" slurred Dean as the barman took Dean's weight and helped him to the motel.
"407 for that one" said the woman at the desk as the barman smiled and nodded as he dragged Dean to his room. Dumping him on the bed, the barman took off his boot and laid him on it, that's when Dean chose to speak up.
"You look like someone I know, what's your name?" slurred Dean again as the barman stood in the doorway.
"You'll find out in the morning when you sober up" said the barman as he closed the door behind him.
"Thanks Pam, look after that one he's a Winchester" said the barman as he passed the woman again, she looked at the room then nodded back at the barman with a knowing smile.
"Night Xander" said Pam as the barman flashed her a pleasant smile before heading back to the bar to make some calls.