Title:All work and no play

Author:Pinkkitty85

Summary:Dean meets an interesting character in a bar one night.Slightly humorious,slightly AU.

Disclaimer:Sorry don't own,darn genius Kripke does(sad isn't it)Him and the CW.I do own Pink and the tavern to be named later.

Ch 1"Life goes on"

The tavern itself was the usual type of establishment he frequented. The outside was dark and in need of paint job, the inside was cleaner than he was used to, and the staff was friendlier than most.
The air was a mixture of smoke and the Buffalo wings on special. The tables were neatly lined up next to a row of booths along the wall. He chose a seat close to the jukebox, near the back. Dean sighed heavily as he sat down. He made sure he was far enough away from the pool tables so he wouldn't be inclined to play. Not that he didn't know how to, just the night before he had hustled over two-hundred form some large biker, but tonight he wasn't exactly in the mood.
Dean Winchester was tired. He was hunter of all things. Just like his father and younger brother, Sam. He didn't want to start thing about Sammy, as he affection ally called him, right now. To state the simple fact, Dean Winchester
didn't want to think.

"What can I get you?"

Dean looked up to see a pretty redheaded girl, who didn't look older then seventeen. He smiled his patented Dean Winchester smile, and ordered.

"I'll have a bottle of whatever's on tap," he stopped and read her name,"Pink."He finished

"Sure, hun."She smiled back, turning towards the direction of the bar.

The jukebox kicked on, spewing some sappy emo music that Sam would love. Dean wished he could've got his stick in the mud brother out tonight, but as always he was stuck in the motel slumped over his computer.
Sam had to been trying everything he could in the past few months to 'save' Dean from his deal with the crossroads demon. Dean wanted the boy to take a break, maybe even to stop, but it was no use Sammy was a stubborn Winchester just like him.

"Here Hun." Smiled Pink as she sat the bottle down.

Dean picked up the beer and took a long sip.

"You sure your old enough to be working' in a bar on a schoolnight?"He smirked.

"Gee, if I had a dime for every guy who's asked me that, I wouldn't have to work in bar. On a schoolnight,"she teased," Anything else?"

"Naw, just keep 'em comin'."

She nodded and went on her way, stopping to drop a quarter in the jukebox. Thankfully changing the ballad. The next song wasn't exactly the best, but at least it wasn't Britney Spears.
By the time his second beer came along, Dean felt much more relaxed. For the last couple of months he and Sam had been working non stop, undoing the damage the YED and Jake had done when they opened the devils gates. There seemed to be demons everywhere. And Sam was eager to fight.In the back of his mind Dean always thought that after the YED was gone,Sam would pack up and go back to school.But no.Sam had finally surrenderd to the family business.Dean wouldn't admit it aloud,but he was saddened by the simple fact that Sam didn't strive for the normalcy he had fought for all his life.The demons words kept echoing in his mind,what if what he had brought back wasn't one-hundred percent Sammy?Dean shook his head,he couldn't-wouldnn't think of that ,not ,not ever.
The jukebox swichted songs once more,and Dean scoffed aloud.Had anyone there ever herd of Zepplin?Haggar?Heck he'd even settle for Bon Jovi, anything but this teenybopper emo crap.Mid-song someone thankfully poppoed in another quarter,it wasn't much better.

"Oh yeah,they say life goes on,"he caught himself singing along,"Long after the thrill of livin' is gone."Proof that Dean was a tad inebriated by this point.

Sadly,his concert was interupted as a large man slammed through the door,screaming furiusly.

"You think you can cheat me out of my money and get away with it?"

Dean looked up as his large face came into view.Crap,it was the biker he hustled last night.That was the last thing he wanted to deal with tonight.Dean rolled his eyes and stood up to meet him,Dean Winchester after all wasn't a coward.

"Look I-"he stopped as the biker went right past him and finshed his rant directed at some poor guy at the bar.

"This guy must suck at pool."he thought chuckling.

After about five minutes of hearing this poor guy being chewed out,Dean decided to step in.Maybe it was the after effects of five beers,or maybe he was in a charitable mood.Whatever it was Dean was pretty sure he'd be paying for it in the morning.

"Look buddy,maybe you should get on down the road."he reasoned tapping on the big galoot's shoulder.

He turned his enourmous head around,looking non-too happy.

"What the-Oh I get it you and your brother decided to mess with me.I'll teach you who to screw with."he growled.

Dean looked around.Sam wasn't there,what the heck was this guy on?He wondered what the other man was thinking,seeing as the biker was taller than Sam ,and Dean couldn't see over his shoulder.He didn't have much time for contemplation as the man's hand balled up into a fist and swung towards the unsuspecting young man on the other side of them.Dean jumped into action,throwing himself between the man and the biker.Catching his fist in mid air.

"Didn't your mommy ever teach you to play nice?" He smirked.

The biker even more enraged at this point, chose to drop his left.

"Guess not." Dean replied catching the second hand.

Dropping the right hand, he turned the left arm, not breaking it, just making the large man fall to his knees.

"Now why don't you apologize to this nice man...?"

Dean stopped when caught sight of the other mans face. Letting go of the bikers arm, and permitting him to slink away, Dean swore under his breath. This really wasn't his night. Standing before him was his exact double. Their shocked eyes met. They had the same gorgeous hazel eyes, matching light brown hair, and identical goofy looks of utter confusion.

"Man, I am not drunk enough for this."