The bartender slides another beer over to Sam.
"Cute," he says, tipping his head towards Dean, where Sam's eyes have been wandering for the past fifteen minutes. Sam snaps out of his minor daze.
"What? No," he says defensively. "That's my brother."
The bartender nods with a chuckle, unconvinced.
"He's here with his new boyfriend," Sam points at Cas, who sits across the booth from Dean.
"Still don't buy it," the bartender teases, leaving to fill someone else's order, and Sam bites his lip. By the time he returns to Sam, though, Dean's tongue is down Cas' throat, and the bartender rescinds his comment.
"And you're here…why, then?"
"Nothing better to do, I guess."
Sam gulps down nearly half his glass.
"Date cancelled?"
"Didn't have one…" Sam mutters, and the bartender looks at him sceptically.
"I'd say I didn't believe you, but I don't have the best track record, do I?"
Sam laughs, raising his glass back up to his lips.
"No, you don't."
Sam puts his glass down to see a hand extended towards him.
"Gabe," says the bartender, and Sam takes his hand and shakes it gently.
"Sam."
"So, Sam, you really don't have anything better to do tonight than spy on your brother?"
"Not unless you're offering."
"Shift ends at midnight," Gabe says, and goes to fill another order. Sam bites his lip, feeling his cheeks flush. The wall clock reads quarter till. He slides off the barstool and walks over to Dean's booth, clearing his throat as he approaches.
"We don't have any plans tomorrow, do we?" he inquires, and Dean pulls away from Cas, giving Sam a nearly hateful look.
"I do," Dean says chidingly. "Cas does. And if you could avoid interrupting-"
"That's all I needed to know, thanks," Sam says sarcastically, and slowly walks back to the bar.
"Don't tell me you're one of those guys who needs permission to miss curfew?" teases Gabe, pouring some girl's drink. He nods at her as she slides him a ten across the bar.
"I'm just checking…we- the three of us do odd jobs. I wanted to make sure I won't chance being late for anything."
"Okay, Cinderella."
Sam chuckles.
"You're not THAT charming."