Sort of based on this post. Gas Station AU. Much thanks to winjennster, supernaturallynoble, trekchik and metatron-the-transformer for the musical input.

Dean glances over his clipboard, doing his nightly inventory check. The gas station is strangely quiet save for the hum of the coolers and the whir of the slurpee machine. He scrutinizes the candy rack, silently counting the Snickers bars and making a quick note on the sheet.

When he took the graveyard shift at the Pump and Go station, Dean never expected it to be so boring. As many emails as Sam sent him detailing the dangers, Dean expected to see a little more action. Instead, all he got were random drunks, stoners and antsy teenagers stopping to get late night slurpees as he leafs through tabloid magazines.

Dean smiles as he taps his foot along with the beat of John Bonham’s drums; at least his boss lets him pick the radio station.

“All of My Love” fades away and  familiar opening piano chords drift through the speakers. A wicked smile crosses Dean’s face. He sets the clipboard on top of a row of cans, and snags a pair of sunglasses from a nearby rack. He takes a running start and slides across the linoleum, doing his best Tom Cruise impression as he sings along with “Old Time Rock and Roll.” He grabs a People magazine from the rack, rolling it up for a microphone.

Dean swings his head around, getting into the music. Hetakes full advantage of the solitude, moving around and dancing like nobody’s watching.

… Only someone is.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean notices the silhouette of an employee at the Gas n’ Sip across the street on the opposite side of the road. He’s peering out the large window at the front of the station, face nearly pressed to the glass and looking directly at Dean.

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