I Can't See You; Invisible!Castiel X Dean

Bars

Dean and Sam had met up with Bobby at a motel and counted off as many ingredients as they knew Bobby had. Bobby left to find the last few things, and Sam did more research. Dean did the only thing Dean could. He went out to the nearest bar.

He sat at the bar and asked the bartender for a beer. She brought it over and set it down next to him. He half-smiled, and raised his eyebrows in gratitude. He must have sat there for five minutes before he heard a voice behind him.

        "Hey there handsome." Dean turned his head to see a brunette staring at him with peircing green eyes. She set down her drink next to her and took a seat. He smirked.

      "Hey, heaven must be missing an angel," he started, but not before her drink flipped over and spilled all the way down her front. She gasped and apologized before walking away to get dryed off. Dean stared at the drink that was tipped over and squinted, reaching over to pick it up.

       "Hey, could I get some napkins over here or something?" He called to the Bartender. She nodded and reached under the bar, pulling out paper towels.

          "Thanks." Dean grabbed them and wiped off the counter.
     "Sure thing honey." She responded, taking them back and throwing them away.

Dean took another sip of his beer, and it wasn't long before a blonde walked up to him and said hello. She set down her drink and he responded with the same line, but didn't get as far because just like before, her drink suddenly was knocked over and spilled all over her front.

She groaned and rolled her eyes, picking up her drink and walking away to clean herself off.

Dean suspiciously shook his head, looking around. There was absolutely no reason for that to be happening. He smiled as another girl took the spot next to him, only to imminently get her drink spilled down her shirt. This happened twice more after her.

At this point, people took notice and stopped approaching Dean. He rolled his eyes and tipped the bartender before walking out of the Bar, half amused, half miserable.

He slammed open the door to the Motel and Sam looked up from his laptop.

       "Back so soon?" He asked his brother. Dean rolled his eyes.

        "Every damn chick that came up to me, her drink just fell over and spilled itself on her." He held up his hands with six fingers up. "Six girls. Every single one." He fell into a chair, and Sam scoffed, obviously amused.

    "Well Bobby got back to his place, and now he's looking for everything we need, if that makes you feel any better." Dean nodded and dejectedly stood up to get a beer from the fridge.

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