It was the first time him and his brother had been back on the road since sam left for Stanford to become this big fancy lawyer, but those dreams quickly fell apart once there dad went missing and they hit the road without doubt. it was their dad. What was supposed to be three days, it was now their third week out. Dean was at the bar, nursing some whiskey while sat at a booth alone. He needed a break from sam, after they had another argument. Dean couldn’t blame sam, he was going through a lot after Jess died. But Dean just didn’t need it tonight, it’s been a stressful hunt and he didn’t want to argue with his brother. His eyes flickered to you as you sat down infront of him, in the opposite leather sofa, you give him a small smirk and you lean your chin in your hand. “hey,” He says, very much interested and it’s shown by his lopsided grin on his face.