Supernatural [Reader Insert]

52. Judgement

The sun was setting as Sam drove to the bar. You continued to call Dean's phone, but so far nothing. You had left three messages when Dean called you. You gasped and then took the call. "Dean! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" he responded. "Is the world burning!? What's with the twenty missed calls?"

You pulled the phone away from your ear at the volume of his response, then glanced at Sam with a frown. What the hell did these two argue about? "Are you in the bar?"

"Yeah."

"Dean, you have to leave. That's where–"

"What? No way. Can't a guy get a drink?"

"Dean, it's Osiris. If he finds you there–"

Sam stole the phone from you, "Hey, man, you just need to leave the bar. We'll meet you–" he pulled the phone away from his ear and you saw that the call disconnected. "...outside," he said weakly.

"Why'd you do that?" you asked.

"Do what?"

"Take the phone!" you shouted in frustration.

"He wasn't listening to you!" Sam argued. "I thought he'd listen to me."

"Well, now he's not listening to either of us!" you shouted.

Sam frowned, shoved the phone in his jacket pocket, and the car sped up.

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Dean returned to his seat at the bar, tucking his phone in his pocket.

"Was that your boss?" the bartender asked, pointing a painted fingernail at Dean's coat pocket.

Dean sighed. "Yeah, no. Coworker- that work thing I was talking about."

She nodded understandingly, then leaned forward on the bar. "Look, I don't have much experience with things like your work struggles, but I've seen my fair share of love troubles. That's half of my business." She gestured to the rest of the bar and the handful of single men sitting by themselves staring down their drinks. "Anyway, nothing's going to happen until you tell her how you feel."

Dean scoffed. "She's busy at the moment. I don't think she'd be... receptive."

The blonde smirked and stood up. "Well, you know your situation better than I do. But if you want to explore other options I know someone who is receptive. I'm off in an hour."

Dean chuckled and smiled. He shook his head lightly down at the bottle in his hand, then looked back up at her. "Sure, I could drink another beer."

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Sam parked the car on the road in front of the bar. You didn't wait for him before getting out and hurrying inside. You found Dean at the bar, talking with a pretty blonde bartender and sipping a beer. He smiled at her and you paused as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. You quelled your brief flash of jealousy by clearing your throat and storming forward.

"Hey," you greeted Dean firmly and put a hand on his arm. You didn't want to make a scene but you wanted to make sure you got his attention. "You shouldn't have hung up."

Dean's eyebrows rose as he turned to look at you. "Oh, hi."

"This her?" the bartender asked him.

Dean gave a short nod.

The bartender nodded with a small smile and moved to serve another patron.

One of your eyebrows rose and you were thrown off your initial plan of removing Dean from the bar as quickly as possible. "What was that about?"