Roadhouse: A Fictional Narrative

It had been a couple weeks since Dean got yanked topside, and he had finally built up the courage to visit the Roadhouse. He didn’t want to make a big deal so he just walked in and sat at the bar. “Whiskey.” Ellen was busy cleaning glasses. “I’ll be with you in a second.” He smirked. “Come on man, just a Whiskey.” She looked up with a glare that faded into shock within a second. “I said- Dean?” He nodded. “In the flesh.” She dropped the glass she was cleaning.
When she finally snapped out of it, she put him through the usual tests. “Ellen! Bobby already did all of this, seriously! It’s me!” She seemed satisfied when he didn’t spontaneously combust, and leaned over to give him a tight hug, before hitting him on the head. “Boy what right did