By the time evening rolled around, Dean was more in need of alcohol that he had ever been in his entire life. He’d find a bar, get so drunk that he passed out and them when he woke up, everything would be back to normal…or as normal as his life ever got. He’d never thought he’d miss the damned apocalypse but right now, that’s exactly what he was doing.
By the time he reached a bar, the first one he’d come across, he’d been molested in the street too many times to keep count of. And on top of that, he’d been told even more times that he didn’tmexist, so why was he sticking to the story that he really was Dean Winchester.
”You’re taking the larping way too seriously man…”
“Just chill out. You know it’s all just fiction. Right?
Yeah, he needed a drink!
The bar was quiet and cool and dark, just the way he liked it and he heaved a sigh of relied as he slipped through the door. He smelled the booze immediately and even managed a smile. In a couple of hours, he’d be waking up next to…what had her name been? Didn’t matter anyway. She was just one more girl that he wouldn’t remember tomorrow. Unlike the barmaid!
He stared in shock at Jo, wondering just how much weirder things could get. But even so, it was good to see a familiar face. He stepped closer, looking at her with bewildered eyes. “What’s going on Jo?”