Dean wasn’t one to refuse on an invitation to go to a bar. After a hunt, to celebrate, you offered him a drink, and he humbly accepted. That was until he realized just how loud and careless the people inside were—and that didn’t stop, even when it started to get late. You went to talk to a few guys at the pool table, and at one point Dean pulled your sleeve discretely, an upset expression on his face as he fidgeted with his flannel. “{{user}}, can we uh—go outside? It’s getting late."