Author's Note:
Okay, so I couldn't resist. I've been watching A LOT of Supernatural lately and I was asked to write this....of course I more than happily agreed! The Merle and Daryl stories are still being worked on, no worries. Just wanted to try my hand at something different. Although...I'm pretty set on writing a Castiel story in the distant future. As long as I have readers interested in something like that. Anyways, enjoy this one-shot and check for more updates later this week.
-Nikki
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“What? You mean like a werewolf?”
I forced out a laugh, slapping my knee. “Werewolf? Don’t be ridiculous! Werewolves aren’t real.” I exclaimed. Okay, okay. Maybe the knee slap was a little overkill. I swiveled in my barstool to glance at Sam, who was staring at me with narrowed eyes. Yeah, definitely overkill. “That’s just wacky. Isn’t that right, Agent Young?”
Sam cleared his throat forcefully before giving the girl behind the bar the fakest looking smile I’d ever seen in my life. “Right, Agent Angus. Wacky.” He repeated. Sarcasm. Real cute, Sammy.
I kicked his ankle and he winced in pain. I ignored him, too busy grinning at the smoking hot bartender. “Don’t mind him. This case has just made him real emotional. Very sensitive.” I nodded. Sam was glaring daggers into my skull. Christ, he really was sensitive as hell. “Anyways, you seen any unusually large, vicious animals around?” I asked again. She was hot. Dark hair, blue eyes…dead ringer for that Katy Perry chick.
She shook her head, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It was a nice looking mouth, too. Wow, that was a creepy thought. “No, sorry. Can’t say I’ve seen any werewolf sized dogs around here. But good luck with that.” She smirked. Clearly she thought we were both off our rockers. Might as well have told her ‘why yes, werewolves are real have you seen one lately?’
“Well, thanks for your time. Sorry to bother you.” Sam was saying, standing up from his barstool.
“Wait, wait. Isn’t about time to take a beer break?” I asked him, leaning my elbow on the ledge of the bar. I caught his eye and nodded in the direction of the bartender. Did he really expect me to just walk away from the opportunity for a cold beer and a hot chick?
Sam rolled his eyes. “We’ve got a case to work, remember. No time for breaks.” He grabbed onto the back of my jacket and tugged me from the stool.
I shrugged him off me, sending him a glare over my shoulder before turning back to flash a smile at the bartender. She had her arms crossed over her chest. Still looking pretty damn amused.
I jabbed a thumb in Sam’s direction. “Like I said, very sensitive.”
“Dean...” I heard him growl.
“Alright, alright. Calm down, sasquatch.” I sighed, shaking my head as I looked back at the bartender. “Anyways you have a great day, beautiful.”
“You too…Agents.” She shot back, perking her eyebrows. Sarcasm basically dropped from the last word. Girl could give Sam a run for his money in that department.
I gave her one last mega-watt smile before heading out, brushing past an annoyed looking Sam on my way out of the bar. Outside, the sun blazed overhead. I blinked in the sudden, unexpected brightness. “Jesus, it’s hot as hell out here. No pun intended.” I said with a grin, smacking Sam hard on the back.
He rolled his eyes. “Not funny, Dean.” He sighed, running a hand through his surfer boy hairstyle.
“Sure it is, Sammy. Lighten up.” I patted the roof of the Impala before swinging open the door and ducking inside. It felt at least ten degrees hotter inside the car. I cranked down the window as Sam ducked inside.
