WBY - Raise You Right (Part Two)
WBY RYR Chapter 2
New York was all that Dean imagined and more. The lights, the people, the ACTION. It just didn’t get any better than this! No one cared that he was just a kid. He looked older than he was but he had a feeling it didn’t matter anyway. He was just one of the throng that poured out into the streets of New York at night.
Dean thought that maybe it was the anonymity that he enjoyed. No one to call his name. No one he needed to watch. New York didn’t care that he was Dean Winchester and Dean was just fine with that.
For a while he contented himself with the hustle and bustle and the bright lights but he knew what his destination it would be. Without a doubt, he’d been waiting for this opportunity his entire life!
CBGBs.
It was where the newest music was happening, where the cool people hung out. And Dean Winchester was going to own it!
He rode the subway; it was a hell of a lot easier than Dad’s orienteering. It was a lot more entertaining too. He couldn’t believe how crowded the subway was even in the middle of the night. Pretty painted girls and college kids heading out for a night of fun. People who were probably homeless although that might not be the case. There was a guy with an entire outfit made out of trash bags. Kind of inventive really. Dad might have thought the dude was resourceful. There was one man with a gray pony tale and a USMC tat that had the same haunted expression his father sometimes wore. There was a woman, older and haggard but obviously still selling her wares. Dean didn’t judge. It was one of Dean’s guilty pleasures, watching people and trying to figure out who and what they were. Then again, it could be just Dad and his constant harping on Dean to watch his surroundings.
“Pay attention, son. You never know who or what is out there.”
Even that thought though or the fact that it was his father’s voice rattling around in his head didn’t change his excitement level.
A few stops later and Dean stood outside of the club, he could hear the music pulsing from inside the doors, see the steady stream of people moving into the venue. He had no idea who was playing and he didn’t care.
He snuck in as easily as if he was breaking into that Long Island graveyard the other night.
Once inside he made his way to the small stage. CBGBs was dark and smoky. The brick walls were covered with posters, graffiti and signatures of a hundred acts that had played there through the years. Joan Jet, The Ramones, Blondie, Green Day.
Fucking awesome!
The amplifiers were so loud, he couldn’t even hear the words the dude on stage was singing! Now this was a concert! Dean loved music, the louder the better. The crowd of partygoers and dancers carried him away and he soon found himself dancing with a pretty little girl with purple hair and sparkly lip-gloss. She was wearing a top that was cut in half, the bottom part gone and faded jeans that settled low on her hips. The narrow flat belly sported what looked like a diamond belly button ring. She swung her hips in time with the music, grinding up against Dean. It was so crowded, he wasn’t sure if the grind was on purpose or simply because there was nowhere to move.
“You’re cute!” She screamed into his ear and he grinned. She thought he was cute! So it was purposeful grinding! Damn straight he was cute! He was Dean fucking Winchester.
Two songs later and she grabbed his hand dragging him from the dance floor to a corner where she promptly kissed him, tongue sweeping into his mouth like he was candy. Dean deepened the kiss, pulling her body toward him. Her small breasts pressed up to chest. He could feel her heart pounding through her shirt, could see the pulse at her neck. He broke off the kiss with some reluctance but then nuzzled at her neck, offering a quick lick in the hollow just above her collarbone. She tasted of sweat and girl and oh, dear God. This was the best night of his life!
“My name is Sasha. You?” the girl licked her lips then bit them, twirling her purple hair with one finger like a piece of grape gum.
“Dean,” he said, “And you are just freakin’ amazing”
Sasha giggled and then breathing hard she once again grabbed his hand and dragged him through the club, “Ya wanna sit with us?” She asked over the din, not really waiting for an answer. Dean didn’t care who “us” was as long as Sasha was around.
“Sure,” Dean yelled as she pulled him to their table.
There were four girls and two boys…although one of the “boys” was most obviously a grown man with tattoos and muscles everywhere. Dean actually did a double take when he saw the safety pin in his nose. Now that was a burly dude! There was a brief moment when Dean wondered how he blew his nose and then Sasha was squeezing his arm. Then his ass.
Dean didn’t care who the dude was.
“This is Dean!” Sasha said gleefully by way of introduction.
“Hi Dean!” They all chorused, even the burly dude. They were certainly a happy group.
A moment later there was a drink in his hand and Sasha was kissing him again.
The drink was cold and good and sweet with just a hint of some kind of alcohol. Dad wasn’t a vodka man, so maybe it was vodka. Dean wasn’t exactly sure but it went down easy and fast. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until there was another drink being poured for him. He downed that one too. Just as quickly, a third appeared. And no one asked him for a single dime! Apparently the group he was with was loaded!
Dean moved his attention from Sasha for just a moment to see some older lady snorting coke at the table next to him. It didn’t bother him. Not at all. He had Sasha and his new friends.
Awesome!
Half way through the third drink, Dean blinked once then shook his head. He’d had a beer or two before and knew a buzz when he felt one but this was different. Sasha was sitting on his lap and that felt good but the room was spinning and he couldn’t help but grab the table, almost upsetting Sasha. He could hear her voice laughing but it was far and away. He wanted to kiss her again but he couldn’t focus on her lips and that was a situation he had never encountered before.
Dean rubbed a hand over his eyes and blinked again as if that would stop the room from spinning. It didn’t. Then he closed his eyes completely and tried to keep his upper body straight but it didn’t want to cooperate.
He was well and truly fucked up.
He heard Burly Dude laugh and opened his eyes to see the guy pointing a finger at Dean. He couldn’t hear his voice, it just melted into the background but it seemed that Dean’s lack of coordination was pretty damn funny.
Dean thought so too for a few minutes. It was kind of funny so he laughed right along with Burly Dude.
Not a good move. Whether it was the laughing or the motion it created but suddenly he was not good.
Not at all.
The spinning room suddenly turned his stomach and maybe it was all the pizza they had eaten that day.
MEAT LOVER SURPRISE!! TWO FOR ONE!
Maybe it was something that someone was smoking near by? There were clouds of sweet smoke that Dean was pretty sure was weed. There could be other things being smoked too. Maybe it was the booze? Dean didn’t know what it was that made his stomach turn or keep the club spinning out of control but he suddenly wanted to be home. Back at the hotel. Back with Dad and Sammy and…Jesus, he was gonna puke.
He swallowed it down, willed down vomit that threatened to spew all over the table.
He would not puke.
He would not puke.
He would not…
“Dean Winchester!” Dean’s head spun violently toward the sound directly behind him, shoulders already racking back and “Sir?” poised on his lips.
Dean knew that voice. Knew it like he knew his name. Like the voice knew his name.
Oh shit. Shit. SHIT. Dad?
John freakin’ Winchester.
His father loomed over the table as he reached for Dean’s collar. A quick clean and jerk brought Dean off of his feet and he dangled from his father’s big hand like a puppy in the mouth of a dog. No a wolf. A big angry daddy wolf.
The table stopped talking with a suddenness that shocked not only Dean but also everyone near by.
“Do you folks make it a habit of serving under aged boys?” his father growled menacingly. He literally growled. Dean could feel his father’s eyes rake across the table. The silence was absolute.
Burly Dude couldn’t even meet his father’s eyes. No one could.
“Sorry, sir.” Burly Dude mumbled. He seemed to visibly shrink in front of his father’s wrath. Sasha’s eyes grew big. Her hand found a strand of purple hair and twisted it nervously.
Dean might have whimpered.
He was still dangling and the room was still spinning and the urge to puke was all encompassing.
“Dad, please,” Was all he could say before he found himself dragged away from the table.
Backwards.
The room parted like the Red Sea. John Winchester didn’t slow, didn’t change his course just pulled Dean behind him like a bag of grain.
There was a moment when Dad slowed by the front door.
Dean could hear the bouncer, “Sir…”
The word ended abruptly, cut off as cleanly as a silver knife through a shape shifter. Dean didn’t hear the sound of this father’s fist against the bouncer’s mouth so he figured his father had simply shot the guy The Look.
Dean had been at the receiving end of The Look before so he wasn’t shocked when there was not another word from the bouncer. In fact the entire club seemed subdued, the singer was kind of choking out the words to whatever song he was singing. The dancers had suddenly stopped dancing. Dean couldn’t be sure but he expected every blunt or line of coke was suddenly thrown into hiding. He wouldn’t be surprised if someone pissing in the head stopped in mid-stream.
Dad had that kind of affect on people.
Part Three
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