Supernatural | One-Shots

The Bar Stare: Dean W.

↬ Date: 07.13.2022.
↬ Prompt: You catch (X) staring at you.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: N/A; poorly edited.
↬ Words: 1030
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The cloud hung low in the darkened skies. Everything was calm and quiet, even the bars that lined the streets. Not giving much thought to it, you tried pulling the push door open. You laughed at yourself as you pushed it in this time. Instead of beating herself up about it, you rather just laugh about it. You felt eyes on her as you walked up to the counter, ignoring them as you were used to it.

"One beer and a bacon hamburger with fries, please." You smiled warmly at the young male who was bartending.

"ID?" He asked because you honestly looked too young to be over twenty-one. You pulled your ID out and your age read twenty-four (and your name read (Y/N)). He nodded with a small smile as he placed a beer in front of you.

"Thank you." You popped the cap off of your drink while the male nodded. He placed your order when you felt eyes on yourself again. Looking around while drinking your beer, you didn't see anyone looking directly at you until you did another takeover. Your eyes locked on a pair of hazel eyes that were staring intensely at you, like they were trying to read you. The green swirled around with the brown and made them look fake. Keeping your eyes locked, you took another sip of your drink. The man seemed to be in a trance because when the male next to him tried to talk, unreal eyes ignored him.

"Here ya go!" A thick southern accent filled your ears. You turned around and faced the newcomer; a plate of fries and a big sandwich had been placed in front of you. Smiling widely, you looked up at the girl.

"Thank you," You said as you still felt that man burning holes into your body. Shrugging him off, you bit your hamburger and nearly moaned at the heat of it. "It's so nice to have something warm."

You ate your food in slight peace, the man from before, who never stopped staring at you, was stuck in your head. The way his eyes widened when you looked at him; the way his lips parted slightly when you caught him; the way he lightly chewed on his bottom lip before you turned away was fresh in your mind and it probably wasn't leaving. Finishing your beer and food, you ordered another one and placed a ten on the counter.

"Can I help you?" You asked softly as you slid into the wooden seat in front of the man. You placed your beer bottle on a coaster before folding your hands on the table, smiling up at the man. The tall man hurriedly gathered the papers on the table and shoved them into his bag, scared you had seen them. The short male's eyes widened further, you definitely saw him staring.

"I, uh." He cleared his throat. "I'm Dean and I feel happy looking at you."

Dean looked shocked at his own confession. The male next to Dean slowly turned towards Dean with the widest eyes you have ever seen.

"Wait. No, that- that's not what I mean!" You giggled at his awkwardness.

"You don't seem the type." You looked him over then looked the other male over. "He seems the type to be awkward."

The man looked at you, offended, but it made you smile softly at him, not meaning it in the slightest. Dean rubbed his face as he felt the tips of his ears heat up.

"No, what I meant was, uh. I'm Dean and this is my younger brother, Sam." Dean pointed at Sam with his head. You nodded. "What's your name?"

You gave your name with a smile, making Dean feel his insides warm. Dean nodded his head as he played with his half-empty beer bottle, turning it around his fingers. A small silence filled the table, making you shift slightly.

"Okay, um, it's kind of creepy to just stare at someone, you know?" You said as you picked at the table, your eyes flicking between your fingers and Dean.

"O-oh, I'm sorry if I creeped you out." Dean was quick to apologize, which shocked Sam into a different place. You waved your hand lightly, not really being creeped out. "I just couldn't help but notice your Led Zeppelin shirt."

You looked down at your shirt with a wide smile.

"Thank you!" You exclaimed, "If you don't mind me, though, I saw the pages on the table... I know a bit about Pagan gods."

"What do you know about Pagan gods?" Sam asked as he typed away at his computer.

"College course on old myths and legends. I may be pretty but I did go to college." You grinned as you downed the last bit of your beer. Sam glared at you for a moment as he tried to see if you were being serious about it, deciding you were serious but might it as a joke. He rubbed his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. "You don't have to believe me, it sounds crazy but I know what's out there and what's out there isn't pretty."

"How do you know what's out there, you gorgeous brat?" Dean groaned, something about you is making him into a sap. You blushed slightly but you didn't let it hold back your glare.

"I've seen things. I've been attacked by things that not even the craziest person could imagine," You stated harshly, thinking they didn't believe you. "I've been trained to deal with the things out there. Believe me or not, your choice, but I know what I've seen and what I fought. Thank you for the small chat but I'm sorry, I have to cut this short. I hope to never see you guys again, and I hope your night is filled with happiness."

Your mix of words threw them off but they didn't stop you from walking out of the bar, your head held high.

"I want them, Sam; I want them so badly."