Crowley and Dean, now a demon, were getting some drinks at a bar.

"Come on. Look at her." Dean pointed at the bartender, a wide grin on his face.

"No." Crowley shook his head, taking a shot.

"Oh I bet she likes an accent in a suit." Dean chuckled, downing his drink.

Crowley rolled his eyes and replied in a stern voice, "I said no!"

"Just sayin'... we're free tonight, right? You might as well get laid or something." Dean shrugged. "She's got the assets."

"You seem so eager, why don't you handle her yourself?!" Crowley muttered and then ordered two more shots.

"I'm waiting for someone." Dean smirked, running a hand through his hair.