The road so far...

[Dean Winchester]

Dean sat there and let the man say his piece, never taking his eyes off of him. Other then a few other folks sitting about the other tables, Dean could swear one of them had purple skin, Dean was sure that this man was his biggest threat so far. Not knowing what was going to happen Dean let one hand hover near the hilt of the first blade while the bartender stared him down. No matter where Dean went he was used to getting these sort of looks, even back when he was just a hunter. The tension in the air hung there until the bartender decided to speak.

Apparently he liked Dean, this was a first for Dean since he came back as a demon. Even Crowley didn't really like him, he just wanted to use him. Shaking his head and letting out a little laugh Dean was about to reply but the bartender just kept talking. So it was going to be one of these types of conversation. The other guy did the speaking and Dean was just supposed to sit there and shut up. Dean thought about slamming the mans face into the bar to shut him up but he was out numbered at the moment, and they were expecting trouble. So Dean just smiled a tight lip smile at the man and listened.

Something something Prime something fine establishment something whiskey, at least that is what it all sounded like to Dean. The same old don't make trouble in my bar routine, though this time the bartender had a gun and a lot of angry patrons to back it up. There was also the fact that the man had obviously seen the condition of Deans clothing. There was no mistaking that it was blood that covered most of Deans upper torso but the man said nothing about it.

The one thing the man did that Dean noticed more than anything was refill the whiskey, and rather quickly too. Maybe it shouldn't be burnt to the ground, at least not immediately.

'Well, this is the finest hole in the wall I have ever seen. Good beer, great whiskey, and wow!” Dean let out a low whistle, ”Mary Lou. Very Dukes of Hazzard. I like it.” Picking up his drink Dean finished off the whiskey in one large gulp before turning his attention to the woman who had now graced the bar with her presence and flashed her his pearly whites. It was also probably the closest Dean would get to a genuine smile these days and not one of the 'I'm going to rip your throat out' bearing of teeth. Turning his attention back to the bartender Dean noticed that the man was shifting through some papers.

“Daily paper? Mind if I borrow the funny section?”