After talking to Emily, Dean pretty much said, 'fuck it,' and figured he'd go and check out this bar that he supposedly ran. Yeah, he guessed he did when he noticed the doors were locked and he reached in his pocket, finding keys. It didn't take him long to get inside and look around the place. It had potential and a part of him figured he could get used to the idea of running a bar.
Once he figured out the sound system, he was ready to go. Walking behind the bar, he got out a bottle of whiskey and set a glass down. The place was empty and all he could hear was the sound of hair metal blasting through the speakers all around.
Glancing over at the door, he saw Emily walking in and as he stood up, he rolled his eyes. She set a cupcake in front of him and he raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm not going to stab you. What the shit is this?" He pointed at the cupcake and gave her a look like, 'what the fuck.'
He wondered if this was her way of trying to cheer him up. If it was? She was sucking right about now. He needed more than a freaking cupcake. Grabbing the remote, he turned down the music a little, but it still played in the background.
"Where's Faith," Dean asked, holding his arms out. "Open bar, what's up now?" He grinned at Emily, but Emily didn't seem amused.
"Oh come on, don't start this now, Em. I'm not in the mood for it."