Dean smiled as Becky, still in costume, burst into Cactus Jack's with Jeff, just freshly returned to his normal self, came in right behind her. He had some stuff to finish at the bar, and had let them both go out without him tonight. Given that they were here now, he assumed they hadn't died without him, but vigilante life could be weird so he wasn't going to vocalize his assumptions. Sami had come in to tell him that he had a date that night and Dean said he would cover him. Sami was incredibly grateful, but he'd been a good employee and a great friend so Dean felt he'd deserved the night off for some fun.

Becky, whom sat down at the bar with Jeff taking the seat on her left, interrupted his thoughts. Dean grinned at them. "Oh teammates of mine, you come back victorious to drink and revel?"

Becky scrunched her face up at his fake accent. "Ew, don't talk like that. But yeah, we kicked ass. Just dropped them off at the station for the cops to take care of, and now I want to drink!" She looked around, expecting some of the regulars to cheer, but frowned when she saw that the bar was empty. Dean was used to Becky and could read her facial queues pretty well; living together for three months does that to you.

Jeff hummed as he also looked around, "Not a lot of business tonight. I know it's a Monday, but still."

That was just Jeff. When he wasn't Willow he was a quiet artist who owned his own art gallery downtown. He only added to a conversation when he felt it was necessary, which worked well with the way he and Becky would banter constantly. He was there to guide them, and they were there to guide Willow.

Dean chuckled, pulling out both their favorite brands of beer, sticking with bottles since he had just cleaned the taps. "I don't mind. I have enough money to keep it open for ages, no matter the amount of business. But I won't complain about just the three of us drinking."

Becky tapped the lip of her bottle against her goggles. "Three best friends, getting drunk after a hard nights work. Nothing better than that." She took a long gulp of her beer and spun her chair completely around, hitting Jeff with her foot as he quietly rolled his eyes.

"You know Becky, we don't have to get drunk every time we drink." Jeff took a sip as he watched Becky and Dean continue to banter.

She snorted, "I don't know about you, pretty boy, but I don't drink unless I'm getting wasted."

He gave her a smile, his own drink going smoothly down his throat, "Aw, you think I'm pretty?"

When Becky didn't respond, Dean followed her gaze, and felt his heart beat a little faster as he recognized the picture she was staring at. He cleared his throat, "You know you can ask, if you want. My dad kept pictures everywhere for the stories and I ain't gonna ruin that tradition. We've known each other long enough anyhow."

This had caught Jeff's attention and he looked at Dean. "I know the big Samoan guy. He's Roman Reigns. He's part of the Sentinels and has super strength and flight. I didn't know that you knew him."

Dean walked over and gingerly picked the picture up, careful not to move the nail that held it to the dingy wall. His eyes scanned over the picture, as they had for years now, looking at each face. He brought it over so Becky and Jeff could get a better look.

He felt incredibly self-conscious as they examined the five faces in the photo. This wasn't like him showing them embarrassing photos from middle school, which didn't exist in the first place, this was what his life used to be, and this was him letting them in. No holding back. Full disclosure.

Becky looked up and gave him a serious look. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to Dean. We've only been a team for three months, if that's too soon…"

Dean shook his head, "Nah, I'll be fine. It's time you heard my tragic origin story, especially since I was there for both of yours. Might get a little emotional, but no ones here and no one is gonna believe you if you said I cried."

She smiled at him and Jeff winced as he thought of his own "origin story", but they soon turned back to the picture. Dean went ahead and took the first step himself, pointing at each person in turn. "That's me, obviously, and then Roman. That guy with the blonde streak is Seth Rollins, and the blonde that I'm hanging all over is Renee. The guy in the back with the beard and the goofy toothless smile is Cactus Jack himself."

Jeff looked surprised, "I just thought that was the name of the bar."

He shook his head, his hair shifting along his forehead. "Nah, it was a nickname that Mick had back in the day from when he was still fighting for money." Dean pointed above his head where Mick's old barbed wire baseball bat was hung up in a place of glory. "He used to use that and he got the name."

Becky whistled appreciatively as she looked at the baseball bat. "That'll do some damage."

Jeff snickered, turning both of their attentions back to the framed photo. "Wow, Dean, you look like such a little kid in this."

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, get it all out of your system now, Hardy."

Becky pinched his cheek, much to his irritation, calling him a cute kid. He glared at her, "You want to hear this story or not?"

She sat back and took another sip of her beer, gesturing for him to begin. Jeff settled in as well, his eyes calmly staring Dean down, but they felt soft and non judgmental.

Dean picked the picture back up, his eyes lingering a little more on Renee than he meant to and sighed. "Okay, so I have to start at the very beginning when I was a kid…"