"I'm sorry, I mean you're cute and all but I just don't think you're my type."
Dean tried not to look disappointed, he had been chatting up this dark haired beauty by the name of Hanna for over an hour before he had asked her if she wanted to "get out of here."
He thought things had been going well. He definitely felt like he had been on his game, in his own humble opinion of course. He had played it mysterious and cool with just enough of his trademark Dean Winchester charm and sense of humour.
She had seemed receptive enough too, he thought he had her eating out of his hand by the time he made his move.
"Oh, okay." Dean answered. He was ready to walk away but he wanted to give it just one more try just in case he hadn't been completely wrong about their connection.
"Just out of curiosity what is your type?" He asked.
"Actually, I'm kind of a big dork." Hanna said. "I tend to go for guys that are kind of geeky like me.
"Like how geeky?" Dean asked. "Bruce Banner or Breakfast Club Brian geeky?"
Hanna cracked a smile but teased, "Why do I get the feeling you're more the jock taping kids butt cheeks together?"
Dean laughed, "I would never! I'll have you know that I am always the perfect gentleman, a real Aragorn."
"Oh really?" Hanna grinned.
"Even though you shut the gates of Mordor in my face." Dean said, affecting an injured attitude.
A loud snort escaped Hanna.
"Mordor!? That's what you're comparing me to?" She laughed.
"Did I do that?" Dean asked raising his voice just enough to imply the Urkel impression without throwing every ounce of his sex appeal out the window.
Hanna completely cracked up. She was laughing too hard to talk anymore.
"Why so serious? " Dean couldn't resist.
When she could breathe again Hanna got up and pulled Dean to his feet by his collar.
"Come on, " she teased "I'll show you the shire."