Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

You Got Yourself A Deal

Characters: Brewer!Misha Collins x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Misha is the new bartender and the local brewer, and somehow, you can't seem to get him off your mind.

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The one thing you looked forward to the most after work was going to the bar across your house for a nice glass of whiskey. Ever since the bar got a new manager, the whiskey somehow tasted better. You didn't know what they did to make it better, but you were grateful.

The bar provided you with a lot more than work did. Nice music, good company, alcohol, and no boss to scream at you whenever possible. People always talk about how bad their bosses are until they hear of yours. It didn't matter what you were doing, your boss would always find something to yell at you about.

Last week, he yelled at you because you had gotten a few typos on the report you handed in to him. He's yelled at you for less, and you always ask yourself what is about you that your boss hates so much about. Your last boss loved everything about you, she once called you her star employee. However, ever since she got moved to another branch, it's been hell for you.

The only thing to make it more bearable was the whiskey.

The bar was busy tonight, but no one bothered you. Young groups tend to stay together, the band was playing mellow music which got the older folk to slow dance with one another. The only person besides the bartender who wasn't out talking with others was you. It's not like you minded, you liked the silence. It gave you time to think about anything other than work. Like how soothing the band was playing, how you could hear others' conversation, or how cute the bartender was.

From what you could tell, his name was Misha. Even though the bar had terrible lighting, you could tell he had the bluest of eyes. From where you were sitting, they looked captivating, and you found yourself jealous of the woman he was talking to. When he said something, she laughed, but you could tell he wasn't interested in her the way she wanted him to be. No, she was much too young for him.

When he was finished talking to her, he walked over to you with a smile. "Sorry for the delay."

"Busy night. I don't mind waiting," you smiled.

"What can I get you?"

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

"You got it." He quickly made the drink you wanted before passing it off to you. Just like the other nights, you downed it in one go. However, this time was different. This whiskey was not like the ones you've always had. No, this was different. A bad kind of different.

"What happened to the whiskey?" you asked just as Misha was going to help another customer.

"You don't like it?"

"I always get this whiskey, and it's always tasted like heaven. Now, it's not. Did you change suppliers?"

"Oh yeah. We had to. The other one was sneaking in contaminated bottles. Found out he was working with one of us to use that bottle for not so good reasons. We fired them both as soon as we found out."

"What a shame. Not for firing them, no, they can go to Hell. But that whiskey was so good."

"It tasted like Heaven, huh?"

"As much as you can get close to it, yeah."

"I got something for you to try. I make it myself," he smiled as he went to the back. The other patrons of the bar didn't seem to notice him missing, but each second he was gone felt like minutes. It felt so easy to talk to him, and you wonder why you've never seen him around before. Misha came back a few moments later with a fresh glass of beer.

"I don't like beer," you protested as he set the glass down.

"Try it. I promise you'll like it."

"Okay, but don't be upset if I spit it on your face," you joked before taking a sip. Any bad thoughts of beer you had gone out the door once you tasted it. This seemed better than whiskey, smoother, lighter, flavorful. Beer was not the drink for you, but this kind was.

"You like it?" he asked with a grin.

"I love it. You made this?"

"Yeah, I may be a bartender, but I'm a brewer on the side. I'm trying to open my own brewery one day."

"Keep this up, and you might actually get there. This is amazing."

"I never break a promise," he winked at you.

"How come I've never seen you here before? I come here almost every night."

"I just started tonight. The guy we fired was the previous bartender. I'm Misha Collins," he smiled and held out his hand for you to shake. Quickly doing that, you blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Y/N."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. How about this, beer is on me tonight only if you keep coming back here."

"Forward. Bold. I like it. You got yourself a deal," you grinned.