The Canadian Connection

     Dean Winchester awoke in his new headquarters late one night to the sound of rain, he was still getting used to the weather here in Seattle after moving from Hollywood, Los Angeles. It was always fuckin raining here compared to the bright and sunny lands of Hollywood, Dean didn't mind the rain before he moved here but when it wasn't raining it was fuckin snowing especially this time of year with Valentines approaching. Dean decided he needed to do something while he had the chance here in Seattle, Magua had authorized him to run his own family within his district so Dean may as well do something with it to try and make the city as much money as he could. He though that he and his Right Hand Kenny Russo could takeover the alcohol trade within the city. Dean figured he could have Kenny find them a connection within Canada that could handle the distribution and manufacturing within the Canadian borders then ship it to American soil. 

     Dean grabbed the phone and called his main man Kenny, "Hey man I need you to get over here as soon as you can." Kenny replies, "Right away Boss. Do I need to bring anything?" Dean thinks, "bring a couple of you new guys, we may want to take them on a trip and test their mettle if need be." Dean then hangs up the phone and grabs a nice bottle of rum, and pours himself a drink on the rocks to entertain himself while he awaits his men.

Kenny hangs up the phone and finishes the beer bottle that he was drinking. He got home late night and was planning on getting some beauty sleep but Dean had to call him. "Fucking mafia life can't get proper rest." Kenny mumbles to himself while he kicks a beer can that was on the ground. He walks to the sink and puts the bottle there and goes to take a quick cold shower. After a few minutes he went to his bedroom and put on some clean clothes and then walked towards the phone to call the Barbaro brothers.

"Hey Joe, the boss needs us to get to HQ. Get ready and brew some coffee for me will ya? Get your brother ready too." Joe says okay and hangs up, Kenny walks to his table and grabs his car keys and his pack of cigarettes, he lights one and puts it on his lips. He opens his door and gets out of his apartment, locks the door and walks towards the garage to drive to the Barbaro brother's home that was in Waterfront.

Kenny arrived on their house and knocked on the door and Mike opened. "You guys ready?" Mike nodded and called for Joe. Kenny waited by the door smoking another cigarette. A minute later Joe appeared holding a mug of coffee and give it to Kenny, he drank it and gave the empty mug back to Joe who placed it on the table next to him. "Let's go."

Upon arriving at The Purge HQ the gatekeeper recognized Kenny's car and opened the gates. He parked near the entrance and the three men got out of the car. Kenny greeted the gatekeeper and he opened the door to the HQ. Joe, Mike and Kenny entered and walked towards Dean's room where he was there drinking some rum.

"Hey boss. You said something about a trip?"

    Dean was sitting in his recliner, feet kicked up rum in hand bitching about the weather still when Kenny showed up. He saw the car drive through the gate and Kenny and his boys get out and walk through the mud and into the headquarters. Dean sits up and yells for his personal doorman. "Jimbo you tell those fuckers if they track mud into my damn house I'll take a pinky from every one of them!" Jimbo looks scared, "Umm tell Mr.Russo too boss?" Dean scoffs, "No Jimbo not Kenny, he knows the rules and is a respectable man. Go tell those damn Goombas with him." Jimbo hurries to meet them at the door.

   Moments later Dean hears a knock at the door, Kenny pops his head in "Hey boss, you said something about a trip?" Dean looks at him stands up walks over and greets his right hand. "Brother can't we at least say hello before getting to business?" Dean laughs, grabs the rum and pours Kenny a drink then drops a few ice cubes into it.

   "So yeah I'm hoping to plan a little trip up to Canada, there is a local bootlegger that has told me about his connections with Samuel Graves. Who has very large stockpiles of liquor. I want to go work out a deal with him to start bringing shipments here to Seattle. Then once we have it established I'm expecting to see The Russo Bar open up right here in Seattle."

   Dean lifts his glass, "Cheers to opportunity brother, what do you think?"

"It's a good idea mate. My bars are abandoned because I don't have suppliers anymore so this would help us out a lot." Kenny lifts his glass. "Cheers mate." Kenny downs his drink. He puts the glass on the table and takes a seat on the couch. Mike and Joe are by the door just standing there. "If everything goes well and this supplier is solid I can even put the other business back on track. That'll bring some good money to us."

Kenny gets up and pours himself another drink. "I take it that you remember Mikey and Joe? They're running with me for a few weeks. They're the best I have to offer for this trip. New people but solid soldiers." Kenny signals Mike and Joe to get a glass and they do it, Kenny pours them a drink and signals them to have a seat on the couch.

"So, when are we going? I've never been to Canada."

    Dean looks over to the two guys Kenny brought with him, and shakes his head no. "Sorry boys don't take it to heart I usually don't remember the muscle, make a name for yourself and help us with this job here though and who knows you may be something more than a Goomba by the end of this thing." Dean then turns his attention to Kenny and sees that he still has his shoes on they aren't very muddy but he looks him up and down once again.

   "Well I was hoping to go today, but this fucking rain is not stopping man and I know it's probably snowing up that way." Dean then looks outside to see the absolute mess that is the weather outside. "JIMBO!" Jimbo runs into the room, "Yes boss." Dean nods towards the phone, "Call Mr. Graves and find out if the roads that way are driveable." Samuel Graves lived way up in the mountains to avoid anyone being able to fuck with him. He fought in The Great War and is one of those crazy survival types.

   Jimbos gets on the phone and talks to one of Graves men, then looks towards Dean "He said they're good boss, little slippery." Dean looks towards the two guys Kenny brought with him, "You three go get the car ready, Jimbo will show you where the guns and money are for the job. You can never be too safe."

   Once the other men had left Dean looks towards Kenny, "MAN! I tell you everytime you come here to take your shoes off at the door! You're the only man who wears shoes in my house I swear!" Dean says in a jokingly manner as he grabs his shoes to head out the door with his right hand.

"Hahaha man you sound like my mother." Kenny puts his hand on Dean's back and says. "Let's get some coffee and eat something before we hit the road. I'm starving." They went into the kitchen where everything was already served. The workers in the headquarters know that when Kenny shows up he's going to want some coffee and some biscuits so they already prepared everything when they saw his car. Kenny sent a smile to one of the workers, a boy named Marco. Dean offered the kid a job after he was orphaned by a rival family. The boy was good at cleaning and cooking since his mother was a drunk and his father a gambler so he had to take care of the house to not live in filth. The boy grabbed two mugs from the sink and filled them with coffee. Kenny and Dean sat on the table and Marco served them. It was just a midnight snack, a few biscuits, cookies and some coffee.

"Thanks Marco." Kenny smiled again to the boy then took a sip from his mug and grabbed a cookie. "So, if the roads are slippery it's better if I don't drive. Joe is a getaway driver so I say leave the wheels for him. Unless you want to drive." Kenny bit a piece of his cookie and listened to Dean talking about where they would store the alcohol and how they would transport them to the bars. Kenny still has some contacts on the local PD from Detroit and Chicago so he can bribe them but since Kenny is new in Seattle it's going to be a little more complicated. "Since you're well connected with some big names here in Seattle can you handle the bribery? I don't see any other way of transport unless the cops turn a blind eye." Dean nods and tells him that he'll handle it when they return from Canada.

A few minutes passed and Jimbo came to the kitchen to tell them that everything was ready. They got up and walked to the car where they would travel. Everyone was carrying a pistol or revolver on them so Mike, Jimbo and Joe stashed three Tommy Gun's in the trunk with some cash in case things go bad. Kenny looked up and the rain was a little weaker so he lit a cigarette and leaned against the car.

"Who's gonna drive?"

   Dean hops in the back and motions for Mike to drive the first car with Joe. He then gets in the second car with Kenny and tells Jimbo to drive it. They get in and head outside of the gates while watching the weather. It was a very slow drive until they got to the Canadian border and were stopped at the checkpoint. The first car with all the stuff was let through no problem, but when Jimbo handed them the ID's he dropped them on the ground. The checkpoint officer thought he did it on purpose, "Alright get out of the car smart guy." Jimbo groans. He steps out of the car and is slammed on the hood of the car and searched him. Dean knows he is going to find his gun, but before he can Jimbo apologizes and then Dean drops an envelope of money on the ground out of the car window.

   The officer picks it up and smiles, "Well shit why was I searching you again?" he bends over grabs the ID's and hands them back to Jimbo. Y'all enjoy Canada, and don't get in anymore trouble. The men all jump in the car, and drive off. The ride is very quiet up until they get to the mountain that Samuel lives on. There is a man standing at the bottom, "Hello there Mr.Winchester?" Dean nods and looks around for where they can drive up the mountain. "So where's the way up to the house?" the guard nods over to trail that goes up to mountain.

   Dean looks over at Kenny "Dude you've got to be fuckin kidding me.." 

"Ah damn it." Kenny frowns upon looking at the trail that goes up the mountain. "I'm a smoker for Christ's sake!" Kenny shakes his head and walks towards the trunk of Mike and Joe's car. He grabs the cash and Mike grabs the guns but the man that Samuel Graves sent approached them and said "Keep the guns here. Mr Graves won't complain about a side piece but if you show up with those big guns he's gonna freak out. Real paranoid guy. It's less weight too so it's gonna be an easier hike."

Kenny looked at Dean and he nodded his head. Mike placed the guns back on the trunk and closed it, he grabbed one of the money bags while Kenny had the other one. He put it on his back and walked towards the trail. "How long will it get for us to get there?" Kenny asked, the man replied thirty minutes. Kenny let out a sigh and told him to lead the way.

All the men followed Mr Graves envoy up the trail. Kenny lit a cigarette along the way and walked with the cigarette dangling on his lips, from time to time he would take a drag but the wind made the cigarette burn quickly so he lit another. He was tired and in a bad mood so he made sure to bother everyone asking "Are we there yet?" every five minutes.

"There isn't any bears or that kind of animal 'round here right sir?" Mike asked mr Graves envoy. "They don't come here this time of year."

"Imagine a big bear just jumps us right now. The way I'm tired I'm going to sit down and wait for the glorious embrace of God. Be sure to catch my cash bag." Kenny laughed as he finished another cigarette. After a few more minutes Kenny could see the smoke from the chimney from a distance and then the cabin. They slowly walked towards it, all pretty tired. The cabin was small so probably there wouldn't be a place to rest there.

Mr Graves envoy grabbed his keys and Kenny looked at Dean.

"Can we stay at a hotel until tomorrow? I'm fuckin' exhausted."

    Dean who was just as tired as everyone else, just with less complaining asked Mr. Graves man. "So where is Mr. Graves? I was told we would meet him here." the man looks confused, "I'm Mr.Graves, says the man who had been leading us the entire time." Dean visually gets angrier, "You mean to tell me I walked all the way up here with you acting like we were gonna meet Mr. Graves when it had been you the whole time?" the man shrugs, "Well I had to feel you fellas out, you brought alot of firepower for just a simple meeting so I had to feel you out a little more." Dean looks at Jimbo and Kenny, "This fucking guy. Well show me the fucking operation before I really lose my temper." the man looks at Dean and Kenny, "alright well you guys aren't going to like this but it's actually down the road a little bit. This is just a safehouse of ours up here."

   Dean looks at him, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU HAVE ME WALKING UP THESE FUCKING HILLS TO TEST ME. DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?" Graves looks around, "I know you're one of the hot shots in Seattle but truthfully the name Dean Winchester means fuck all up here I had to test you myself. But look for messing about with you, how about this round I give you guys 30% off and a truck to haul the booze in." Dean smiles, "Give me a fucker to drive the truck too." Graves nods and they proceed down the hill.

   Once at the bottom they quickly go to the warehouse where the booze is held, and the transaction goes off without a hitch. Dean decides that the men would drive through the night back to Seattle. "Boss come on we're tired can't we stay here for the night." Kenny said, " Kenny you don't even have to drive you're going to ride in the car with me. What are you bitchin about?"

   Kenny shrugs and they all head back to Seattle with the goods to start bootlegging back in the states.