Destiel/Sabriel One Shots

Destiel

Ok so I know I'm supposed to be working on We Can Be Alone Together but this is just for my friend cause she wants the cover to be a fic.

Dean entered the small bar that was open 24/7. He had just finished a vampire hunt with Sam and it took a big toll on him. All Dean wanted to do was drown himself in whiskey until morning. So he sat at the bar stool and waited for the bartender to take his order.

He could see the bartender at the other end of the bar handing a drink to a dude with a black leather jacked and a biker helmet. He couldn't see his face, but he did see a big tan trenchcoat hanging from the man's shoulders. When the bartender made his way over to Dean he gave Dean a small smile.

"What would you like tonight sir?" he asked.

"Sadly what I want isn't on the menu." Dean replied, giving the bartender a smirk. He usually didn't flirt with guys but the bar was empty except for him, the biker dude, and the bartender. It was pretty late at night so it made sense there wouldn't beanu people. The bartender chuckled a bit.

"It can be if you really want it to." he replied, giving Dean his own smirk. Dean was taken aback a bit. So, the guy could flirt.

"I'll have a glass of whiskey blue eyes." Dean said winking.

"Anything for you green eyes." Dean chuckled at his reply. The bartender turned to get the glass of whiskey. When he turned to face Dean again he gave him a smile.

"My names Dean by the way." Dean said.

"So, what brings you to my lovely bar tonight Dean?" he asked. Dean studied him for a moment until deciding, screw it. He was at a bar after all. Isn't this where people come to vent about their personal lives to the bartenders or anyone who happens to be near them?

"Just got back from a hunting trip with my brother." Dean said.

"What do you hunt?" the bartender asked.

"You know, basic stuff. Bears and deer and things." Wow Dean, very creative. (Can you hear the sarcasm?) The bartender seemed to be amused my his answer.

"Bear and deer and things. Very descriptive." he said sarcastically. Dean laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just tired." Dean replied. He wasn't technically lying. He was very beat after that hunt, but talking to the bartender made him feel more awake and alive.

"I've been working here long enough to know when someone has something on their chest they want to let out." the bartender said.

"I don't want to bore you with my life story." Dean said, looking down at his drink he hadn't touched.

"Well that's what I get paid for. Spill." he replied. Dean sighed and took a drink of the whiskey. He ended up drinking the whole thing and asking for another before he got into everything. The bartender filled it again and set it in front of Dean. Dean took a deep breath before talking.

"When I was four my mom died. House fire. My dad told me to get my brother and run so that's what I did. I waited with Sam outside for my dad to come back. We waited a few minutes until I saw him running out to us. The firemen came and stopped the fire, but my mom didn't make it. After her death my dad, lets say he went a bit crazy. He treated me more like a soldier than a son and he was always gone. I ended up having to take care of Sam. Making sure he got fed every day and stuff like that. That's how I grew up until Sam decided he wanted to go to college and then it was just me and my dad. He would take me on hunts with him and then one day he just... disappeared. I found Sam and we have been continuing the family business ever since." Dean finished. He looked up at the bartender. He had a look of empathy on his face.

"What's the family business?" he asked.

"Saving people, hunting things, the family business since my great great grandparents were young." Dean replied with another smirk. He turned and looked at the clock. It was past midnight. Sam must be worried. Dean huffed and looked back at the bartender.

"Well, I gotta go before my brother goes ballistic. See you around blue eyes."

"Goodbye Dean." he said smiling. He handed Dean a napkin and walked away. Dean looked down at it and saw a phone number written on it. Below the number there was writing.

In case you ever want to talk- Castiel :)
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Okay so I know it sucks but I wrote this in about half an hour and it's 11:29 so leave me alone. Peace!