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The thing about being on the road is you never knew where you'd end up. As it so happened, Dean and Sam were staying at a nearby motel and Dean wanted a drink in a major way. It had been a long day. Sam decided to stay behind and read and so Dean set out on his own. He left the Impala behind as it was just a short walk and a well lit night.

Dean walked into the cantina, ordered a beer and settled on a seat off near a corner. He sat down, leaning back in his chair and took a nice long cool drink.

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"Git a gander out the window." He takes a long pull at his own beer and smirks.

((lol. kk))

Dean looks out the window. "What the hell?" He must have been walking up to a random bar, stepped through the door and been whisked HERE by some teleportal without even noticing the difference.

((As I'm a tool and apparently didn't read very well and now must cover my tuckus with a BS excuse))

Logan rumbles a laugh. "Welcome t' New Haven, bub."

((good excuse. It actually happens to people fairly often. lol))

"Uh, thanks." He says. "So... how do I get back when I'm ready to leave?"

"Same way y' got here." He nods to the teleportal.

Dean hadn't even noticed it, he was glad the gruff man had pointed it out. "Thanks."

He wondered what about him said 'hey strangers c'mon over and sit with me'. Not that he minded he supposed but it had been a long day. He fought down the cranky and took a sip of his drink. "What's up?"

"Thinkin' y' look familiar." Logan finishes his beer and contemplates another one.

Dean looked at him, cocked his head and looked from another angle. He'd remember a guy like that.

"Don't think so." He said. "Least not on my end. Never seen you before."

Logan rubs his nose, clearing it of cigar smoke, then nods. "Winchester. You some version 'o John's boy?"

Dean looks up when he hears his father's name. "Maybe." How did he know Dean's name?

The shorter man sniffs again. "Yeah, yer a Dean. Good thing Mary's in school."

"Why's that?" he asks, somewhat curious. He casually sniffs himself but doesn't smell anything.

"Kid's got a thing against Deans." Logan shrugs as he asks a telepathic friend to let John know who was in Logan's place.

Dean makes a face. "Why? What's there not to like about me.. uh.. us?"

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