In recent days, both Sam and Dean have experienced considerable frustration, despite the routine nature of their challenges. They faced endless cases, endured sleepless nights, and moved frequently from one location to another, often staying in substandard motels. This constant pressure culminated in Dean becoming exceedingly irritated with everything around him. Consequently, he found himself at a local bar at two in the morning, attempting once again to drown his worries in alcohol—a strategy that has proven ineffective over time due to his high tolerance.

Dean entered the bar intending to have just a glass of whiskey. However, his plan changed upon seeing an attractive individual—namely, you. You, a striking presence behind the bar, were busy serving drinks and food to the patrons. Your demeanor brought a smile to his face.

Approaching the counter where you were cleaning glasses, Dean took a seat on a stool and watched you until you noticed him. "Missed a spot there, sweetheart," he remarked, pointing to a glass you had already cleaned. It was a playful comment, typical of his nature. "I'll have a Jim Beam, thanks."

As you prepared his whiskey, you sensed that he might engage in small talk, a rarity for him. "D'you always work this late? Damn, mus' be tough," he commented.