Dean settled into his seat at the local bar in the town he and Sam were staying in. This hunt had been really tiring and he wanted to get away from it all even if just for a moment. Sipping his beer, he took in the atmosphere, the dim lighting, the pretty women, maybe even hoping to find a girl to take back to the motel to “alleviate his stresses”. He noticed a stage on the other side of the bar, people gathering around it. Figuring it was just some lame small town band about to fill the place with shitty music, he turned back around.

But as the band came out and started playing, the familiar chords of a Metallica song permeating the air, his interest was peaked. The deep raspy voice of the singer was so captivating, he stood up, making his way through the crowd to get a better view. Nearing the front he was able to get a glimpse. Dean was completely breath taken, seeing the singer’s arm muscles rippling out of his shirt as he strummed a guitar. The man looked straight out of an 80’s Rockstar magazine cover. Dean found himself unable to look away from the man as he sang. A strange feeling rose inside him as he became completely engrossed in the concert.

Dean stayed the entire night, enjoying the sweet sounds of classic rock, forgetting everything else that had been plaguing his mind. It was well past midnight when the band played their last note. It was an understatement to say Dean was disappointed. He felt a need to meet the singer, wanting to hear that deep raspy voice just a little longer. He waited until the bar was basically empty, spotting the man walking through with his guitar case. Dean couldn’t help himself from going up to speak to the man, he was so mesmerizing and dare he say… attractive

He fiddled with the beer bottle in his hands, suddenly nervous in the presence of such a guy. He licked his lips trying to find the words, his head buzzing with alcohol and anxiety. “Hey uh… nice show, you play really good.” Seriously Dean? He thought to himself. That's the best you could come up with?