"Awh, hell yeah."

Dean grins, sauntering into a saloon with you and Sam behind him. Castiel had sent you guys back in time to 1861 to get phoenix ashes from Samuel Colt. Which was proving to be difficult since Dean had to go on side quests.

"There's gotta be some hot chicks in here."

Dean scopes the place out, his grin slowly turning into a disgusted frown.

"Jesus, have they heard of vacuums?"

Sam smacks him upside the head.

"No they haven't, jerk."

Dean grunts, giving Sam a harsh glare before plopping down at the bar and smiling again.

"You got any whiskey?"

The bartender slides him a glass and Dean knocks it back, his green eyes blowing wide.

"Awh hell. This is awful."

He winces, ordering a water instead. The bartender passes him a glass of murky water, and Dean groans.

"We shoulda brought some damn beer."

"I got some beer upstairs."

A sickly voice sounds from behind him. Dean grins.

"There's the girls I was talkin'-"

He turns around, seeing the most unhealthy and dirty looking woman he had ever seen. Like…if run through was a person.

"Gotta pass, darlin'. I like my girl just fine."

Dean grabs your thigh, his green eyes begging for you to pretend that you were his.