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Dean Winchester after you sit beside him at the bar. You asked the bartender for a couple of drinks, trying to get your day forgettable. You catch the glance of someone's stare at your body. The feeling made you turn around cluelessly, trying to find faces. Eventually, you come across a pair of eyes beside you. You stared at his body back. His scruff, his build, his eyes, his whole body. Of course, you don't only look at a men's body and think to yourself 'hmm, maybe he's a good fuck.' You think more about the personality.
You breathed heavily, accidentally getting the guy's attention. He glanced up at your eyes and sightly smiled, his eyes crinkling while doing the action.
"I haven't seen you in these parts lately. I'm Dean. What's your name?"
"Y/N."
"Well, Y/N, what brings you to this horrible, but amazing place?"
"Drowning myself with alcohol, forgetting this night ever happened," I answered, but continued, "but maybe I won't have to do that."
"Good choice. Now let me get to know you, beautiful."
