I am at SUCH a roadblock in "Batman and, Castiel?" because my brain is flowing with this one! So I apologize to the readers of that Daycare!AU, but I assure you that I am NOT giving it up!

Enjoy this one :)

-Rachel

"What can I get you boys?"

"Two beers, sweetheart."

"Sure thing."

The bartender handed them their drinks and returned to the girl she had been talking to when they arrived. The girl looked young, less than twenty-one, for sure-the black 'x' on the back of her hand supporting that theory. She was drinking a Pepsi, but the bartender was whispering something to her while pouring her a shot of clear alcohol.

"Here you go, Mace," the bartender said, setting down the shot glass.

The girl's eyes lit up, but not from excitement of the drink before her. Her blue eyes were mischievous, smirking. "You found one for me, Holls?"

The bartender nodded towards the pool table, fingering a lock of her long red hair. "Baldie."

'Mace' glanced over her shoulder, met the eyes of the men staring at her from the other end of the counter before turning her attention to the man the bartender had pointed out. She looked back to the bartender who had replaced the Pepsi can for a wet rag. Mace picked up the rag and scrubbed the black mark off of her hand then downed the liquid that was in the shot glass. She swirled around on the bar stool before jumping off and walking towards the man at the pool table.

The men at the bar continued to watch as she hopped up onto the table next to where the man was standing. From the body language and facial expressions, they could tell that she was flirting with the man even though he was clearly way older than she was.

"You boys need a refill?" the bartender's voice made the men jump.

"Oh, umm...sure. Thanks," one of them smiled at her. "I'm Dean." He winked one green eye at her.

"Holly." She gave him a look like he was some sort of creep. She turned to the other man. "You want another?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Aw, come on, Sammy," Dean nudged him. "Live a little."

Sam glared at Dean, a bitch-face expression perfectly sculpted into his features.

Dean smirked, backing off of Sam. He glanced over his shoulder at Mace and 'Baldie'.

They were a lot closer than before, the man sliding his hand up her denim clad leg. He seemed to be interested in her, however, her expression was annoyed. The man began to lean in for a kiss when she said something that he reacted very well to. He helped her off of the pool table and led her out of the bar, but not before Dean caught a glimpse of a layer of pointed teeth over his normal ones. 'Shit.'