DEAN WINCHESTER
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“I got us free drinks.” You grin as you place a cold beer in front of Dean, taking the seat opposite him at the small table.
You two were in a bar, in the middle of god knows where. Obviously you were on another hunt, but hey— you two deserved a break once in a while.
“Someone flirt with you again?” He grins up at you, and you roll your eyes before a knowing smile creeps onto your face, and you slowly nod.
“Well, if we get free drinks, I’m okay with it.” He jokes, taking a sip of the beer.