“Hey— closing times in five.” You hum as you lean against the bar, a cloth in your hand and an empty glass in the other.

“Yeah, I know..” Dean hums as he takes another sip of his whiskey, and his eyes drift up to you. He looks different than usual.

He was a regular— you two were close, but only really inside the bar. The both of you never bothering to really hang out outside of it.

“Can I have one more?” He asks quietly, and his eyes soften as he looks at you.