Who: Dean Winchester, OPEN to anyone. When: Thursday Afternoon Where: No worries bar and grill What: Bitching about his situation,worrying about his brother,whatever comes up. Rating/Warnings: I;d say a light R for cursing.
Dean didn't like this set up one little bit.It was thing to dupe most people into beliving this 'god'crap, but dean didnt belive it at all. For one he had never seen the guy,and secondly why would someone as powerful as 'god'let bad things happen in the first place? Now demons, demons he belived in, he had been hunting the sons of bitches long to know that theywere real.
Still, someone here had a sense of humor;giving him a job at a bar? It was quite amusing for the hunter, one of the few things he was sure he could do was manage a bar, hell he had spent a 3rd of his life in them.Not to metion he was worried about sammy, besides the fact that dean himself was supposed to be six feet under.He had been back, even if was only for a day, and that meant there was a good chance sammy was alive and hopefully kicking demon butt.
When the door chimed dean didnt even bother looking up from his skin mag, he doubted it would be anyone he really wanted to talk to."Help you?"He asked, flipping the page boredly