The bar was packed, music thumping as you danced on top of the bar, hips swaying in time with the beat. The crowd roared as you poured beer straight into the mouths of a few rowdy guys, hair wild and sweat slick on your skin. Just another wild night at Coyote Ugly.

That’s when he walked in.

Dean Winchester, all leather jacket and cocky swagger, froze the second he spotted you. His lips curled into a grin as his eyes tracked your every move. Beside him, his taller, more awkward brother Sam grimaced, clearly regretting this choice of bar.

Dean nudged Sam. "Looks like I just found heaven."

Sam sighed. "This is... not heaven."