The Universe's Mixer

Dean was meeting all sorts of interesting types. So far, he had met a fishnet wearing superhero, a girl who knew him from before (whatever that was supposed to mean), a girl who had some major emotional and apparently mutant (yeah) issues, a demon he'd rather see dead, and an angel he knew should be dead. He was having one grab bag hell of a time. He'd yet to find his baby, and he was getting a little tired of not having answers, not even a little one. He still hadn't been able to get in touch with Sam and Bobby, meaning he couldn't even get help by phoning a friend. He didn't even want to consider getting help from the audience, as if he were on some tv show. Who'd watch a show based on his life anyway?

He grunted as he settled down on the Magic Fingers bed; he'd almost given up on buying alcohol anywhere that wasn't a bar, but it seemed he was getting lucky today. The Blue Label had been pretty damn cheap considering, and he was going to enjoy getting drunk off something that usually cost over two hundred dollars. Of course, it did make him miss everyone. ( Drink to remember, drink to forget. )