Murphy's Law

Dean Winchester was a creature of habit. He always wore jeans, a t-shirt with a flannel shirt over the top, with his leather jacket if it was cold. His love for classic rock was as consistent as his wardrobe, the sounds of Led Zeppelin or Kansas often blaring from the Impala's speakers as they tore down the highway.He got his coffee from the same coffee shop every morning as he headed to work at his Uncle Bobby's garage. He got his lunch from his Aunt Ellen's bar, The Roadhouse, where he always ordered the same thing - a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a soda. He called his brother every Sunday night, just to check in and to chat about his week.Dean was a creature of habit, he knew this. But he found comfort in the routine, in the familiarity of his surroundings and the people he cared about. It kept him grounded, Dean knew that as long as he had his Impala, his coffee, his burger, and his brother, everything was okay in the world. And for now, that was all he needed.Until one Thursday changed his life.