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"Can I get you anything else?" the bartender asks me, smiling.
"Just a beer, please." I answer, returning the smile. I didn't even like beer.
I didn't usually drink, and if I did, it was never at a bar. Especially the bar Sam and Dean had brought me to when I first met them. And the rare times when I do drink, it's never this much.
"Here you go," he says, putting my drink in front of me.
"Thanks," I say, taking a drink.
I know it's stupid. I know they're probably never coming back. I'm not even sure I want them to.
"Can I get two beers?" someone next to me asks, sliding a credit card to the bartender.
Out of curiosity, I look at the name on the card.
"Hugh Jass?" I say aloud, laughing. "Seriously?"
I look up, meeting a pair of familiar eyes.
"You came back," I say.
"Don't sound so disappointed," Sam jokes, smiling at me.
I smile back. "What brings you here this time?"
"Just passing through," Sam says, taking his credit card back. "Although I didn't think I'd see you here."
"I live here-" I start. "Oh, you meant at the bar."
God, how drunk was I?
"Yeah," he says, chuckling. "Do you wanna come sit with us?"
"Sure," I say, hopping off the bar stool. We grab our drinks and I follow him to his table.
"Look who I ran into," Sam says to Dean, who looks up.
"Casey!" Dean says, surprised.
"Hey, Dean." I say.
Sam hands Dean his beer and sits down. I look between two empty chairs, and sit in the one next to Sam.
"Didn't think we'd see you here," Dean says, looking around the bar.
"Neither did Hugh Jass," I say, and Sam spits out his beer, laughing.
