Falling for the Bartender (Supernatural fanfic)

Chapter 1- Harvelle's Bar.

"Dean this is completely unnecessary" Castiel said as they scanned the crowd around them for a long haired head bobbing above all others.

"Oh c'mon Cass! Loosen up. We're gonna find you a chick!"

"I don't think finding me a "chick to bang" is going to help me get rid of my "stick up the ass" as you put it." Castiel reasoned.

"Hey!" Came a pant from behind them. "Sorry I'm late."

"Sammy where've you been! Cass here almost backed out.

"I...- nevermind. Let's just go in."

The made their way through the crowd to the entrance of the bar. Harvelle bar was close to their apartment and it was unbelievably busy at this time of the year. After all, everybody needed a date for Christmas.

They walked inside, welcomed by the loud music and chatter. Harvelle's wasn't like other bars. It didn't have the bright colours. Its walls were panelled with wood and looked like it came straight out of a 90's movie with its round wooden tables. There was music, loud music but not too loud. it was the volume a person prefers when seeking escape from the worries of their lives - even if its just until a few drinks had been downed. It definitely was something unique. It was home.

They walked up to the bar to greet Ellen.

"Looks like my boys finally came to meet me" Ellen smiled.

"Oh well how could we resist a beautiful blonde like yourself Ellen?" Dean smirked.

"I'm way out of your league, Hon. The usual I suppose?" She asked. Reaching for the drinks with her professional grace.

"Yeah. Vodka for Cass here though." Cass replied.

"Got it. Jo, pass me the vodka."

A bottle of vodka slid across the counter right into Ellen's hand.

Dean glanced at the person Ellen had called Jo. She was a blonde with the same professional stance as Ellen. She mixed the drinks with ease despite her young age.

"Uh uh!" Ellen warned him. "Stay away from her or I might just slip some cyanide into that drink of yours." She said as she placed two bottles of beer infront of them.

"What?! You know I don't date kids. I prefer mature women. You know?" Dean winked.

Ellen shook her head, in exasperation.

"What am I gonna do with you? Sam you better keep an eye on him"

"Yes ma'am." Sam replied solemnly.

"Alright let's find you a girl now." Dean said, picking up his beer and turning around. They scanned the crowd, while leaning against the counter, sipping their drinks.

"How about that one?" Sam pointed towards a girl sitting at the far end of the counter, drowning herself in alcohol.

"So that she can weep on his shoulder as she tells him how her heart got stomped all over and then pukes the contents of her stomach all over Cass's sexy trench coat? No, thank you."

"Sam, I can't believe you're in this with him. I thought you were the rational one." Cass said with dismay.

"Oh Cass it's only a girl, not the freaking apocalypse. Not that we haven't tackled that before." Sam grinned, remembering the life they had before. Killing demons, hunting things : family business. Cass had become a plus one to the family. Now that the gates of hell were closed forever, they could finally live a normal life. Sam was satisfied with the life. Dean however, was not. He had grown up doing nothing but hunting. It was hard on him to let go but over the years he found a job similar to hunting - he went into police department.

"How about her?" Cass asked. Two pairs of eyes snapped to his face instead of the girl's. "What?! If we're doing this, I might as well participate."

They snapped their gaze to the beautiful brunette swaying slowly to the rhythm, obviously a little tipsy.

"Attaboy!" Dean grinned. "Go get her! And do not talk about her inner demons! Or about her family back ground. You're a human. Not an angel. Capiche?!" He called after Cass as he downed his vodka and went on a mission more challenging to him than a war.

"I hope he doesn't freak her out." Dean mumbled.

They were both done with their drinks so Dean told the bartender to get them tequilas without even glancing back. His eyes were fixed on his best friend as he said something and the girl laughed.

"Alright" came a soft, feminine voice.

Dean turned around and found himself looking straight into mesmerizing, light brown pair of eyes.

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