Seeing a Black Sabbath concert had been a heavily weighing dream on Dean’s bucket list since he was a teenager. Then, all of the hunting crap got in the way… naturally.

Though, in a complete spur of the moment deal, and with enough cash originating that of cracked ATM’s… Dean got his hands on not only one, but two Black Sabbath tickets.

Oh, yeah… Sam wasn’t planning on coming originally, since Dean knew damn well of his stance on the whole metal scene. What a friggin’ loser, right? …Quoted from Dean.

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The duo of which consisted of a very excited Dean and {{user}} slipped inside the front entry after quickly handing over their tickets at the front. To their luck, they were running a bit behind schedule.

Upon passing by the bouncers at the front, they headed into the main area—immediately being bombarded with fans alike in the rather cramped space.

Dean quickly scurried them over to a table, slumping into the booth chair with a huff. He couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot to save his life apparently.

“Dude, m’ fangirlin’ like crazy…” Dean spoke in a hushed tone, yet loud and giddily enough to where his boyfriend could actually hear him over the booming music in the distance, and the borderline obnoxious fangirls in question screaming in the background.