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[thethingwewrite]

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Here are the fics that I put on hold at the moment. If anyone wants to one of the fics to be the next one, let me know here . I am working on War Game 

Running Masterpost

Trouble At The town's Bar

Sweet Revenge

War Game

Greeting From Another Reality

Future Love

Alive Again Masterpost

Making a Move

[thethingwewrite]

Trouble At The Town’s Bar

Pairing: AU Barman!Sam x Reader

Word Count:  1454

Summary: It has been two months since Bobby and Ellen died in a terrible car accident, they left behind a bar where you work as a waitress. Sam is the only one who decided to take care of it. It won’t be easy for him, Crowley is always behind him wanting to sell it. How will you help Sam? Where your relationship will go

A/N 1: This is the first AU I wrote, I am not a fan of this but I am willing to give it a try. I was inspired by the episode Free To Be Me And You in season 5. This was partially corrected by @winchester-smut but I was too impatient and went to post it quickly so if any mistakes remain in the text I am sorry. I know it’s a bit long but I wanted to do it like that. I hope you will like.

A/N 2: This had been rewritten and beta by @mrswhozeewhatsis Thank you for your help

Part 2

It was a cold night, and one by one the lights in each house on the street turned off. At one house, a door opened to let you out. After locking the door, you walked toward your car, a red 65 Ford Mustang, then climbed in the driver seat and turned the ignition key. The car coughed and sputtered, finally starting after your third attempt. The roar of the car coming back to life made you smile and immediately you drove off to your night shift.

You parked in front of the bar that had been your second home for over ten years, and climbed out of your car, looking at the sign above the door. "Family More Than Blood." Original name for a bar. You’d met Gabriel in this bar shortly after you’d started working there. His brother, Castiel, was best friends with Dean Singer, who was the older son of the bar’s old owners, Bobby Singer and Ellen Harvelle. You sighed. They’d died only a month ago in a car accident. Both were kind and humble human beings. They always made everyone feel welcome like family, especially you, Charlie, Gabriel, and Castiel. Now that they were gone, Ellen’s daughter, Jo, and Bobby’s adopted sons, Sam and Dean, had inherited the bar. Yeah, more family than blood.

You sighed as you walked toward the bar thinking about those three running everything; they barely knew anything about it. Sam had put his career on hold and come back from California, but you suspected that his career as a lawyer wasn’t going as well as he pretended it to be. Dean was a mechanic; he came by from time to time to help -well, mostly drink- which kind of upset you. Then, there was Jo; she worked at the sheriff's office, she stopped the monsters out there, and she made the town safe. She stopped by when she could, but her job was taking all of her time.

You walked into the bar, looked around, and sighed. The bar had barely enough customers, only the three or four town drunks. You didn’t want this bar to be shut down for good, so you decided to talk to Sam after your shift. You went behind the counter, where Tessa, one of the waitresses, stood there. She smiled when she saw you coming.

“Finally, I thought you would never come,” she said.

“Sorry, I had to take care of something," you apologized. “Where is the boss?” you asked, looking around.

“He is with the banker again. He really wants to buy this place,” she said.

You frowned as you knew it was Fergus MacLeod, aka Crowley. God knew how much you hated that guy, always making deals that ruined the local businesses. You sighed and headed down the hallway behind the counter. As you arrived in front of the door, you were about to knock when the conversation caught your attention. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but they were talking about the bar.

“Listen, Samuel. I know you only want what’s best for the bar but this place is a mess and you need money to fix it. Selling it is the only way to help it." You heard Crowley’s voice and imagined him smirking.

“Mr. MacLeod…,” Sam said, sounding irritated.

“My friends call me Crowley,” he said, interrupting him.

“Mr. MacLeod," Sam repeated, “like I told you yesterday, and two weeks ago, I am not, nor are any of my siblings, in need of selling this place. It works perfectly fine. As for fixing it up, we can do it," he said.

Crowley chuckled. “Of course, it works fine. You can tell by the crowd in the bar how well it works," he said sarcastically.

You frowned and decided to interfere now by knocking at the door. You waited for a few seconds until Sam opened the door.

“Hi, sorry for interrupting you, but I have a few questions,” you said.

You could tell that Sam had mixed feelings on his face, he was happy to see you but also bothered by something. He weakly smiled.

“No, you are not. Mr. MacLeod was just leaving," he said, turning to face the man again.

Crowley frowned but nodded. “Sure I was, Samuel. We’ll talk again another time,” he said, walking toward the door. You stepped aside to let him leave.

“Miss. Fitzgerald, have a nice day,” he said with an overly solicitous smile.

You glared at him as he left, then walked into the room when Sam allowed you inside. You couldn’t say you and Sam were friends. You appreciated him, but you didn’t feel like he was one of your friends. The two of you usually had different opinions on how to run the bar, but sometimes he listened to you until one of his siblings came in the middle, and he had to pick a side. That was a little annoying, but you knew they meant well. You were the only employee who’d been there longer than two months, so you knew the bar pretty well, but you were still just an employee.

“So what was your question,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Didn’t have one,” you said. “I didn’t want you to be bothered by him any longer.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and smirked at the attitude you had. “Well, thanks for saving me. Crowley keeps coming here,” he said rolling his eyes at the name.

“Yeah, I know,” you said. “Do your brother and sister know he’s coming that much?” you asked.

Sam sighed. “No, they don’t. I guess they don’t need to know,” he said, rubbing his face.

“They should know. At least that you're having trouble with the bar," you said.

“(Y/N),” he sighed, “you don’t need to take care of that. I know you care about it, but I am telling you everything is fine.”

You chuckled. “Really? I’m not Dean or Jo. I work here as much as you do. I’m the one who does the book-keeping, too," you said. “I know everything." You inched closer to him.

He looked down. He knew about that, too, but he didn’t want Dean and Jo to worry more than he was. He looked at you. Sam knew you weren’t his friend, and you only cared about the bar, not him.

“Listen, (Y/N). Just let me handle this,” he said. “This is not your place. I am the boss, and you are just a waitress.”

Sam could see the hurt in your eyes.

“Right,” you said, turning to leave.

Feeling guilty, he grabbed your arms. “Look, that’s not what I meant. I know you care about the bar, but you need to let me handle everything,” he said.

You nodded, then looked at his hand. He was rubbing your arm, trying to reassure you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He pulled you closer without you protesting, and looked into your eyes for a second before he leaned down to kiss you.

A knock at the door startled you before his lips could do more than barely press against yours. Jumping away from his hold, you rushed out of the office before he could say or do anything to stop you.

((PS: Let me know if anything like that had been done before I am curious to know))