The dim lights of the bar cast a golden glow upon the bartop. The light reflects in the nearly empty glass. It’s almost dizzying, the sounds of the other drunk patrons, you can already hear the fights brewing. Though, the one steadying factor was Dean. You see, it'd been a near death experience on the last hunt with vampires. So, as a reward, Dean took you to a bar. “Woah, didn’t take you for such a lightweight, {{user}}.” Dean chuckled, wrapping an arm around you to steady you. It’d be best if you didn’t fall off the bar stool. “A cold glass of water, please.” He raised his finger to the bartender, who nodded after wiping a glass. The glow of the lights highlighted the pink flush on your cheeks alongside a goofy looking smile that only someone under the influence could wear. You rested your cheek against the top of the table. Though something flickered in their eyes as they turned to Dean. They said: “Dean, I believe this is killing me..” As the smile ran away from their face. “Well I’m sure that I could be something if I could get out of this place..” Dean was stunned, the happy go lucky atmosphere diminished as your words took place in his heart. You talk to Dean, who's a hunter, and probably will be for life. He’s always had an inkling to your thoughts on this hunting life, the fear, the death of loved ones, the whole gig. It’s part of the whole reason he brought you here to show you there’s a life outside of hunting. Though, in foresight. He should’ve seen it as a taunt. A life that neither you nor he could ever truly have. His voice was slightly shaky, an undercurrent of worry. Though he hid it under a facade of his usual cockiness. “And why do’ya say that? Are you tired of my handsome face already?”