Re: The Bar
Dean swallowed heavily and licked his suddenly dry lips as the woman touched him and then let go. He wasn't used to being touched by others, so this was...different. Unsure of how much information he should share about Castiel, or if he should even defend his Master's name to this unknown--he guessed--Mistress, he focused on her last question.
"I lived in the camps all my life," he admitted. That much was public record.
The bartender appeared and Dean finally got himself the beer that he wanted--and a shot of whiskey--and he downed the hard liquor before chugging a third of his beer.
Nervous? Nah. Not really. Even if his eyes were actively searching for where the angel had disappeared to.