Supernatural | One-Shots

The Other Guy: Dean W.

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Warnings:  None 
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"I'mma go take a leak, I'll be back," Dean declared as he took off to find a bathroom. (Y/N) shook (Y/P) head as (Y/P) got up too.

"I'll go get more drinks. I'll be back, Sammy." (Y/N) smiled at Sam as he grumbled about not being called that. (Y/P) sat at the bar counter and waited on the bartender. A tall male with dark hair and bright eyes sat next to (Y/P) as the middle age woman walked over to them.

"Whatcha need?" The male ordered some Jack Daniels and (Y/N) ordered three beers. The man turned towards (Y/P).

"You honestly can't drink three beers by yourself," his voice was deep and husky, making (Y/N) roll (Y/P) eyes.

"I'm positive that I can out drink you any day, good Sir." The bartender sat the man's drink down and told (Y/N) that (Y/P) had to wait a couple of minutes because they ran out of beer and have to go get some from the cellar.

"You're {a girl}[small]! It's proven that {a male}[a bigger male] can handle their alcohol much better than {females}[smaller males]," his voice droned on. (Y/N) sighed through (Y/P) nose.

"I know exactly what you are planning, and to let you know; I ain't no ordinary person." (Y/P) looked at him in the eyes and blinked, "Now, if you don't mind, I rather sit here and wait for my drinks in silent than with some...whiffle-whaffle." He put his hands up in defence.

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset." He took a gulp of his drink before talking again, "Whatcha get called?" (Y/N) assumed he meant (Y/P) name.

"(A name that isn't yours)," (Y/N) lied as (Y/P) tapped (Y/P) dull nail against the wood countertop. The male nodded.

"I'm Jake, it's nice to meet you, (fake name)." (Y/N) rolled (Y/P) eyes, the guy can't take a hint, "So, whatcha doing here?"

(Y/N) let (Y/P) head fall back. (Y/P) looked at the guy from the corner of (Y/P) eye to see him looking at (Y/P) body. (Y/P) had to wear this skimpy outfit for this hunt and it was tight against (Y/P) skin.

"Just having a drink, man." (Y/N) sighed again, "Either tell me something funny or shut up. I'm not in the mood to get hit on. Especially by a drunk." Jake placed his hand on his heart while he looked offended.

"I'm not drunk, not yet anyway. You wanna hear a joke? Do you like dad jokes?" The silver flakes in (Y/N)'s orbs lit up and (Y/P) lifted (Y/P) head back up.

"Depends. You got any I don't know?" (Y/N) asked as (Y/P) looked for the bartender. (Y/P) could honestly go for that beer (Y/P) ordered.

"Um, what's brown and sticky?" (Y/N) looked down in thought before (Y/P) shrugged, "A stick."

(Y/N) may have let out a giggle and Jake smiled widely.

"What do you call a man with a rubber toe? Roberto." (Y/N) knew that one but (Y/P) could only let more giggles out.

"I would avoid the sushi here if I was you, it's a little fishy." (Y/N) let an actual laugh out, which only made Jake tell (Y/P) more lame jokes, "What do you call cheese that isn't yours? Nacho Cheese."

(Y/N) had to lay (Y/P) head down while (Y/P) shoulder shook with laughter. These were the lamest jokes ever but (Y/N) loved them.

"Okay, okay." (Y/N) took a deep breath to calm down, "You win. You made me laugh."

Jake pumped his fist into the air in victory but someone quickly shut that down when they gently grabbed (Y/N) off the stroll. (Y/P) spun around and smiled at the man.

"Oh, hello Dean, this is-" Dean cut (Y/P) off by pushing his lips against (Y/P)s unexpectedly. A couple of people whistled at them and Jake got a little mad. By a little I mean his face grew hot, turned red, and he clenched his fist.

"Hey, buddy, (Y/P)'s mine," Jake said harshly.

Dean only flipped him off after he hosted (Y/N) up to wrap (Y/P) legs around his waist. Dean walked away as a few people laughed. (Y/N) pulled back to breathe. Dean had that look in his eyes that meant business.

"Mine," he growled into (Y/P) ear as he walked out of the bar still holding (Y/P) with Sam following behind him, shaking his head. (Y/N) smiled gently as (Y/P) nodded.

"Yours."