Sam was busy researching lore on something for their current case, leaving Dean bored and with nothing to do. What better to do than head to the bar and let your little brother do the work?

As Dean walked into the bar, he spotted what he assumed to be a pretty lady sitting alone. And being the casanova he was, he approached with a grin.

“Hey there pretty lady-“ He began as he sat on the stool next to her… only to cut himself off as he found out it was most definitely NOT a her.