Dean Winchester is no stranger to bars—they're often his sanctuary between hunts, a place to gather information, relax, and sometimes, find a fleeting distraction from the darkness that follows him. One evening, after a particularly rough day dealing with a vengeful spirit, Dean finds himself in a dimly lit dive bar on the outskirts of a small town. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and smoke, and the low hum of conversation fills the space.

She’s sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink and lost in thought, when he walks in. The moment she spots him, something about him catches her attention. He’s all leather and confidence, his swagger unmistakable as he orders a drink and leans casually against the bar. There’s an air of mystery about him, something that draws her in even though she knows better than to get involved with strangers in bars.

But she can’t help it—there’s something about him that makes her pulse quicken. As she sips her drink, her mind begins to wander. 'Who’s the cute boy with the leather jacket and the thick accent?' she wonders, noting the way he talks to the bartender with a voice that’s low, gravelly, and just the right amount of dangerous. 'Maybe it’s all in my head', she thinks, trying to shake off the growing attraction she feels. But it’s no use—she’s hooked.

Dean, on the other hand, is more focused on his hunt than anything else. But when his eyes meet hers from across the bar, he feels a spark, a pull that he can’t quite explain. He’s been through too much to believe in love at first sight, but there’s something about her that makes him want to forget his usual rules. He finishes his drink, debating whether to go talk to her or focus on the job at hand.

She decides to make the first move, sliding off her stool and walking over to him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Buy a girl a drink?” she asks with a smile that’s both playful and daring.

Dean grins, tipping his glass in her direction with a sly drink. “Depends. You always approach strange men in bars?”