dean threw his arm over you shoulder as the two of you exited the impala and entered the bar. the lights were dim, people sitting around and chatting at tables.

he lead you over to the bar, ordering beers for the two of you. “you’ve seriously never had a beer?” he asked, taking a sip of his while you inspected yours.

he laughed at your suspicion and nudged you. “it’s not that bad, cmon” he grinned, watching you take your first sip.