Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. At all.
Authors note: This is my first story. Hope you enjoy it. I'll write another chapter if anybody wants me to.
Warnings: Slash, and bad language. Also bad spelling maybe, I don't have a beta but I checked this a million and one times. I'm pretty sure I'm a little bit nervous about looking like a fool with bad grammar.
It wasn't odd for Blake to be sitting in some random pub on any given night. In fact, it would be odd if he wasn't sitting at a bar, drowning his sorrows in whiskey. Every night it was the same. He would sit there alone, and get really drunk. It was the same every night, until he came in. This man, he was intriguing. Needless to say, he made an impression on the lonely man sitting at the Bar. His face was far from unpleasant to look at; he had a killer smile and a nice body. But what made him interesting was the tired look in his eyes, the scars, the visible ones anyway. Blake couldn't imagine how many scars were hidden beneath clothes, and skin. This man had been through a whole lot, and Blake wanted to know more.
"Buy you a drink? You look like you need one." He said. The man looked at him. The stare was so intense; Blake was worried the man was going to burn a hole through his skull. But then he smiled, that smile that could melt hearts and make men and women alike swoon.
"Sure, thanks. I'm Dean." He offered a hand to shake, and Blake took it, returning the smile.
"Blake." He introduced himself, before asking the bartender for a couple of beers.
"What are you doing here then?" Dean asked. Blake looked around the Pub, realising for the first time that they were basically alone, apart from a drunk passed out in the corner of the room, who smelled fairly ripe, and the bartender who was getting them their beverages.
"Escaping. What about you then? Don't see people like you around here that often." The bartender returned with their beers, and Dean took a sip before asking;
"What do you mean, people like me?"
"Attractive people." Blake said, without thinking. Dean however, simply laughed took another swig of his beer.
"Thanks for that, you're not that bad looking yourself you know. If you went to the right places, the ladies would be all over you." Now it was Blakes turn to laugh.
"Na man, I don't swing that way." Dean stopped, glass halfway to his mouth, shrugged then brought the drink to his lips and chugged the rest of the beer.
"Whatever. It's still true, the ladies would be all over you and you would be able to politely decline and say 'Sorry ladies, I suck dick.'" This caused Blake to almost choke on his beer. Some of it dibbled down his chin and he wiped it away hastily.
"The thought never occurred to me." Dean smiled. Again. It was really getting too much for a too-drunk confused gay guy.
"Would you stop doing that?" Blake said, but his request lacked heat, which just made Dean smile wider.
"What?" he asked, innocently.
"Smiling. It's distracting. Unless you want me to kiss you right now, you better stop doing it!" And Dean didn't know whether it was alcohol that made him do it (disregarding the fact that he had only had one glass) but he smiled as seductively as he could manage, then bit his lip slowly, watching Blake stare at his mouth hungrily.
"I mean it Dean, I don't want to kiss you, and then have you think I violated you! C'mon man! You're as straight as an arrow! Stop teasing me!"
"I've seen a bent arrow before you know. They work just as well as the straight ones." Dean was getting closer to Blake, who was using all his will-power not to start making out with this almost stranger who was now practically on top of him.
"That doesn't make any sense." Blake whispered.
"I don't care." Dean said, before crashing his lips against Blake's. Blake's eyes widened in surprise and Dean pulled back.
"Something wrong? I thought you wanted to kiss me." And there was that smirk again. Damn, for a straight guy, Dean sure knew how to seduce a man.
"I do! It's just that, you're drunk, I don't want to take advantage of you or anything." Blake was internally bashing himself in the head. Repetitively. Goddammit Blake! Let the hot man make out with you!
"I've only had one beer." And with that, Blake put his hand behind Dean's neck and kissed him passionately. Damn Dean could kiss. There was just enough tongue, just enough teeth, and that hint of possessiveness that Blake loved. Then, after too short of a time, Dean pulled back.
"Do you want to take this some place a little less... disgusting?" he asked, staring into Blake's eyes with a look that just screamed lust. Blake was lost for words, so he simply nodded, and Dean grabbed his wrist and pulled him out the door of that repulsive no-name pub.