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"Keep lookin' at me like that, beautiful, I might have to buy you a drink."
It was no secret Dean kept an eye on everyone in this particular bar, but most of his attention was spent on a pretty blonde that looked way too out of his league. That never stopped him before. After giving off that trademark Winchester smirk, his hand raised to grab the attention of the bartender, silently ordering a round of drinks for himself and the lady.
Lifting himself off the bar stool, the hunter approached the blonde, hoping that he wasn't really too forward. But for someone like Dean Winchester, that was pretty damn difficult. "Hope you don't mind - that guy at the end of the bar keeps giving me the bedroom eye, and it's starting to give me a complex. Name's Winchester. Dean Winchester."











