Jensen grins, watching with tender eyes as you sing in the dive bar, a total drunk mess. You were in New Orleans for filming this week and finally got a night off. Jesus, you were just so cute, singin' in that accent, almost tripping over the microphone cord. And of course some of the men at the bar were recognizing you. Of course they were. No regular woman was as drop dead gorgeous as you, even several drinks in. You finally finish your song, giggling and hopping off the stage to a round of cheers and applause. Jensen smiles warmly, watching you from the bar. A girl had sat down next to him and was chatting him up, but he was just being cordial. He felt kinda bad if he ignored one of his fans. But taking his eyes off you for just a couple minutes had a major downfall; you were sitting with a group of burly guys. Not the attractive kind. Jensen frowns, excusing himself from the conversation and shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way over to you.

"Hey, sweetie, y'ready to go?"

He slips in between one of the guys and you, resting his hand over your drink easily. Awh, you looked so out of it. Your big eyes had a little drunken film over them as you looked up at him. Jensen smiles softly, kneeling down as you nod blearily.

"Yeah? Time to go?"

You nod again, starting to feel the effects of your alcohol consumption.

"Alright, pretty girl."

Jensen hooks his arm under yours, pulling you gently against his side.

"Sorry, fellas."

He grins at the hovering men.