WHO: Dean Winchester and OPEN WHAT:Nathalie actually doesn't use a placeholder! And what? Dean amuses himself at a pub. WHEN: Today! WHERE: All the cool kids hang at Hog's Head! Status:Open Ratings: TBD
He had been coming to this place steadily for the past month. Okay, maybe steadily was too strong of a word but Dean had frequented this pub more than five times in four weeks so that had to count for something. He had discovered it by accident. One of those moments where this place did that freaky thing that it did that never failed to well … freak Dean out. Since he came from a world where demons exist, angels liked to dick with his life, and he had once had superpowers for a while (Iceman had had nothing on him) because of Lawrence doing what it had excelled at for the past year (two now if his math was right) that was certainly saying something. Dean was an expect of freaky stuff in every form of the word yet this place still managed to throw him for a loop. Though, at least, he had finally stopped shooting at the journal that still insisted on following him around - for all that he didn’t make much use of it.
Anyway, back to the pub.
Hog’s Head. Was seedy not exactly in the way that Dean liked it, or rather used to like it (a tiny part still sort of did) and didn’t mind not having since he’d gotten Buffy in his life, but it had managed to grow on him. The cups weren’t the cleanest. The place looked like it had seen better days. The alcohol was nothing he had ever tasted before but it burned. And that was enough to do the trick.
Dean sat at the bar, and waited until he had the bartender’s attention, “Una cerveza, por favor.” He grinned. Always with the humor. Now the song was stuck in his head, though.