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Noah’s POV
I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror, slight bags under my eyes since I barely slept last night. Tomorrow starts our first sold out headlining tour.
“Noah come on we got one last rehearsal,” Jolly calls from the room. I leave the bathroom and head over to the three of them.
“Nervous Noah?” Folio asks and I nod.
“Yeah I am, first sold out headlining tour for us,” I say and they nod.
“It will go off without a hitch I’m sure,” Rufflio says
“I sure hope so,” I say. After practice, I head back to the room. When I walk in, something feels off. I grip the demon knife in my pocket and walk slowly into the room. I take the knife out of my pocket and approach the corner. When I round it, I stop dead in my tracks. Because I see the face of someone that I haven’t seen since I was 15.
“Hey Noah,” Dean says. Still wearing the jeans, flannel, and jacket look.
“What are you doing here Dean?” I ask, still on guard.
“We came to see our little brother before he starts tour,” He says and I relax a little.
“This isn’t about a job right?” I ask and he shakes his head.
“No, it’s not. Look, I know the last time we spoke it was–,”
“Shitty,”
“Riiiiight,” He says,
“Where is Sammy anyways?” I ask, putting my demon knife back in my pocket.
“Went to get us coffee. Still doing the singing I see,” He says
“Yeah I am, first sold out tour starts tomorrow….are you and Sam here for a job?” I ask
“Yeah we are, haunting up the road from here. Gonna salt and burn the bones tonight,” He says
“Still the same old Sam and Dean,” I say. Dean smiles as I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and check the peephole to see Sam standing there with coffees. I open the door and he smiles at me.
“Hey kiddo,” He says and I let him in.
“Hey Sammy,” I say and he hands us each a coffee.
“What are you two actually doing here?” I ask, looking at the two of them. Dean looks at Sam, Sam shifts on his feet and clears his throat.
“We need your help finishing this hunt,” Sam says
“No,”
“Noah come on we need you,” Dean says
“I left that life when I started the band, I’m not doing it,” I say
“Just one hunt, thats all we ask,” Sam says
“We never ask you for anything Noah. Just this once can you help us?” Dean says. I sigh, kind of itching to go back into hunting but I’ve been so focused on the band since I left. I still have my old habits, minus the credit card fraud.
“One hunt, like old times,” Sam says
“Alright alright one hunt that’s it. Then I’m done like actually done,” I say
“Sam said the same thing almost 20 years ago,” Dean says, laughing.
“I mean it Dean. I love what I do, the friends I’ve made. I’m not leaving that behind once I get back into hunting with you two,” I say and Dean sighs.
“Noah I was–” Dean says
“Save it,” I say. I grab my small bag that had my basic hunting supplies in it and head out the door. I turn to see Sam and Dean still not moving.
“You guys coming or not??” I ask, impatiently tapping my foot.