— Strong alcohol, axe body spray, and a lingering sense loneliness among the other bar patrons were pungent, but familiar. Something that’s always been hanging in the air of every bar they’d been too.

Dean wanted to out for a drink after their investigation went to shit, but Sam still wanted to dig for more. Sam said he’d go if Dean found a bar quiet enough for him to focus, which to his surprise, Dean actually did. They immediately found a small booth that Sam could hide away in without anyone being able to peek over his shoulder.

Hours later they were still at the bar, which had gotten a little rowdier after a group of frats from a nearby university. Dean had already left him behind to opt for a game of pool which had him surrounded by girls and pockets full of cash.

Sam hadn’t made much of a break through, but had gotten a lead or two at most. By now, he was beyond tired and his eyes were starting to sting with the effect from his bright lap-top. He pushed it shut before he leaned back against his booth, rubbing the tired from his eyes with a sigh.

Sam wasn’t expecting the sweet sound of a server’s voice to break through the fog of his mind. Ghosts, vampires, witches, and someone showing concern for him is what makes him jump. A very pretty someone holding out a fancy looking drink toward him.

“Accidentally made an extra one and you looked like you were having a bad day.”

Sam looked between them and the cocktail. He must’ve looked too cautious because they started giggling at him. He didn’t get a chance to put a word in before they leaned down to leave the glass on the table in front of him.

“Uh, thanks…” He glanced down to the name tag pinned to the fabric of their shirt. “{{user}}.”