He didn't do the whole music thing. Listening to it, sure, cool. But messing around with guitars and all that wasn't really his first choice on how to have a good time.

Dean wasn't having a good time.

He didn't appreciate Sam treating him like he couldn't handle this. He'd handled finding out Sam had weird abilities, hadn't he? And then he'd got through that whole possession thing and he'd known even then he couldn't waste his brother, no matter the reason. So Dean figured that had to cut him some slack. Had to mean something. Whatever Sam thought he had to keep from him, Dean could handle it and honestly, even if he didn't like it, he could still keep it under wraps. Kid was still his brother, freaky powers and all. It beat finding out from one of the monsters and whatever running around at night.

Dean glanced over his shoulder, trying to pick out anyone he might know. "Know", there was a good one. He'd got so used to just breezing in and out of town that it felt weird to actually get to know some of the people here. No sign of Sam or Ruby. Turning, Dean stared down at the CD collection, frowning down at them as he picked up a CD case and turned it over in his hand. Wow. Talk about a crappy collection.

[For Watson]