The Universe's Mixer

Dean was a little surprised when he came upon the bar. He wouldn't allow himself to think that the city was in charge, that it was making things happen. He was certain that that damn archangel had a hand in his difficulties, not all of them but a good number of them. The fact that his own personal angel was in town and didn't seem to have a clue about the last two years didn't help matters. He was still stuck walking around; he couldn't even seem to keep a vehicle of some sort around. He'd found one the other day, and when he stepped out of the motel room to go grab a burger, it was gone. Sure, he hadn't exactly paid for it, but it wasn't like anyone else was using it at the time. In fact, it didn't even have plates. It was waiting for him.

So, imagine Dean's hint of amazement as he was actually allowed to see a bar and walk up to it. He wasn't even looking for it this time. Maybe that was the trick, but he wasn't going to think twice about whatever was going on. A drink could work. Maybe a good burger, some chili cheese fries...a girl? He did feel a twinge of guilt when he thought about taking some random chick back to the room, but he knew he probably wouldn't act on his urges. Damn his sense of honor.

Dean walked in, sat down at the bar, and looked at the bartender.

"A beer, a shot of tequila, a burger with everything, and the greasiest order of fries possible with some chili and cheese." The hunter nodded. He'd probably be sick as a dog later, but right now he was going to enjoy some normal, quiet time.