Sam and his big brother Dean went into a new small town for a case. They heard about a woman who works in a bar who is somehow connected with someone which was important for their case. So they went into that bar to go talk to the woman. Apparently she owned the bar and worked alone with her 18 year old daughter there. As they entered the bar a comforting scent greeted them. Something alcoholic but warm. They looked around. It was a rather small but cozy bar with some red leathery couches and stools.

The woman's daughter, you, seemed like a really sweet girl. You seemed to be happy to get to talk to younger guys for once because the usual customers at this bar probably were mostly over 30.

Sam and Dean were sat infront of the bar counter on those high bar stools. Your mother was somewhere in the back so you had to take the customer's orders.

Since they had to wait for the woman who owned this place Sam and Dean decided to order some drinks.

"I'll take a whiskey." Dean flashed you a charming smile and couldn't help but study your form appreciatively for a second.

"For me just a water, please." Sam said softly and gave you a soft smile too–his felt warmer though.

As you started preparing the drinks Dean started to talk to you. "So where are you from? From around here?"

Sam watched you for a moment.

You were really pretty but of course Dean already started flirting with you. So Sam basically had no chance. With a soft sigh he looked out of a small window.