Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

The bartender that night, John noticed as he rushed into the bar, was a pretty young redhead who, as she was not Mary, did not catch his interest. He wasn't here for the company, though. Not tonight. Not after what he had just seen. No, he had to drink that memory away quick, before it could permanently burn itself into his retinas. He had to kill the brain cell that was in charge of that particular memory before he was haunted by it forever.

"What're you drinking?" she asked casually, wiping her hands on her expected half-apron. Her nametag read 'Charlotte.'

"Whatever's the strongest, make it a double," he grunted, sitting down heavily on a barstool. "And then make it even more alcoholic."

She raised an eyebrow as she poured, giving him the once-over. "Tough night?" she asked.

"You have no idea," he drained the glass, then nodded at her to refill it. She did. "I mean, no idea. There exists nothing more disturbing than what I saw ten minutes ago. And I see disturbing things on a nightly basis."

"Wow. Can I ask what made tonight so special?"

"Well Charlotte, let me just say this: it's not every day you walk in on your sons shagging."

She scrunched up her face, nodding sympathetically. "Sorry to hear it," she said, sliding him the glass. "That's always uncomfortable. 'M glad my daughter is still a baby. I'm not looking forward to that stuff."

John took a drink and then laughed harshly, slamming the glass down. "I don't think you understand. They were shagging each other."

'Charlotte' opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Instead, she simply poured him three more shots. "On the house," she said seriously.

He looked at her thankfully and then turned his attention fully to the alcohol.

A/N: For the record, I'm actually a fan of both slash and Wincest, so this is definitely not a statement against those things. John, however, is not a fan of Wincest, and thus this fanfic. XD