<b>Who:</b> The Winchester Men <b>When:</b> Lunchtime <b>Where:</b> The only good bar in Provo, Utah. <b>Rating/Warnings:</b> PG-13, for language.
John loved the smell of bars. The slightly sweet smell of hops and yeast, decades of cigarette smoke, and the rough scent of leather. He'd been in dozens over the years of his life, and while some carried a more organic smell than others, they all carried the same comforting scents.
He'd found a booth where he could watch the door, gave the waitress a smile as she sat a Sam Adams down in front of him. Dean had always mocked him for his love of "girly" beers, but much like Sam and his coffee, there were some comforts John didn't want to lose. WIth a baseball game on the TV, droning and soothing, he relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere.