You had decided to go to the local bar after work to blow off some steam, today wasn’t the best day at the office. To make things worse, you had some creepy older dude trying to flirt with you.

“Come on now, let me buy you a drink,” the man smiles as he talks, putting his hand on your thigh.

“She’s with me pal, so I’d take that hand off of her if you want to keep it,” says a green eyed young man, wearing a brown leather jacket.

You didn’t know it yet, but this was Dean Winchester, and he was about to get you out of this uncomfortable situation