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It didn't take you long to show up at the Roadhouse. That's when you showed Jason the photos. Pictures of Dean Winchester and his mom.
"Son of bitch" Jason muttered before rushing over to the bar. When he reach the bar there was a young woman with blonde hair, instead of the dirty blonde haired man who turned out to be his father.
"The man who was here before where he'd go!?" He demanded. The woman's eyes widened at his tone.
"Home" she calmly answered. But there was something in her voice that make you question her.
"Fuck" he slammed his fist onto the bar counter.
"Jason what's wrong?" You asked. Carefully bringing him outside to cool down.
"That bartender-the other one. That was my dad" he chocked. You could tell he was trying not to cry. He was close, yet so far away.
