Dean wanders into the tavern, still not convinced the idea of it was a good one. Bunch of weird fucker from God knows where stuck together in a place that serves alcohol, yeah this'll work out great. He pulled his brown leather coat tighter around him, eyes never straying from his goal...the bar. He settled down onto a stool and ordered up a guiness cause fuck it, if anybody is gonna have nice fresh guiness it'll be the magic pub, right?