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SEASON 1 ; EPISODE 16 ┈• ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ 𓍢 ━━ ❪ ACT ONE OF BOHEMIAN ❫ ˖୧ ❝ I'VE KILLED A LOT MORE FOR A LOT LESS! ❞
Somewhere in Chicago in the middle of a crowded bar stood two brothers around a small table. The eldest brother was holding three shots in his hands, looking around in confusion. The youngest brother, suppressing an amused grin on his face, pointed out towards a huddled crowd of people, cheering someone on.
Bowie.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. . ." Dean trails.
A group of young men and women chanted an encouraging cheer of Bowie Winchester's name, placing bets on how fast the man could drink while throwing darts at a bullseye after every glass.
The middle sibling was in the center of it all, his hair in every direction but down, his button-up gone, his tight white tank top hiding just enough of his scars. He was laughing, amused by the attention a little dartboard could bring.
One glass was three, then seven.
"Bullseye!" Bowie screams, jumping up and down as the others clapped and cheered at the perfectly lined dart.
"Do you think he's having a midlife crisis?" Sam asked Dean.
He frowned in contemplation, "At this point, I think he's just letting off some steam."
"Maybe we should call someone," Sam suggests.
Dean looked at him with wide eyes, "What? Why? We can handle him on our own, he's perfectly safe."
"Who wants to throw this dart at me?" Bowie asked the crowd.
"I don't know, because Katherine knows him emotionally better than we do," Sam continues.
"I don't think he'll appreciate us calling his girlfriend every time he has a hiccup," Dean reminds, "Bowie's a grown man, he'll get himself straightened out."
Sam hesitates, "I just think that what Max said triggered h—"
"Sam," Dean raised his voice in frustration but played it off with a laugh, "Geez, if you care this much, why don't you just talk to him? You two haven't had a conversation in days!"
"I can't, I'm pissed at him and he's pissed at me," Sam reminds him in aggravation, "It was his idea to bring that gun, he lied, he wasn't on my side about Max and look what happened."
"Max wasn't going to change his mind, he was a depressed kid planning to kill his family," Dean corrects, "Bowie was trying to protect you."
"He doesn't think I can handle these things on my own," Sam throws his hands up, "He's been babying me on hunts as if I haven't been hunting since he left us! He didn't think I could handle taking out Max if I had to."
