Going to the party had felt like a great way to end the night. Ghosts beware, trick or treaters and then spending the evening snatching some free food and drinks. It was festive, and he'd already closed the garage for the next day just in case. Sure, someone was bound to get egged, but they could wash their own damn cars. If they needed paint touchups...well one day wasn't gonna do any more damage.
Still, when the chaos started for everyone else, Dean had felt the shift, too. Familiar, and in a way that made him want to groan. The power licking just beneath his skin wasn't anything new, nor was the lack of concern for the people who were steadily starting to freak out around him. On some primal level, he wanted to smirk and watch the chaos, but on another...well. He might have been a demon but fuck if he didn't have some kind of weird lingering something.
What did Dean Winchester do when he was feeling particularly demonic? He left the people to their own problems, cause they sure as hell weren't his.
It really hadn't been long before he'd found another bar. He had to pay there, but it was a lot easier to get drunk on tap with shots and this one had it's own brand of festivities. Nothing. Not really. Just stupid flavors of drinks and a couple blacklights where the stage was. No one seemed to be effected here...that or they were also too drunk to care. Dean didn't care either way and just handed off his name card to the DJ before setting himself back down at the bar and ordering himself another pint.