This takes place after the Supernatural episode 'Asylum' and the NCIS episode 'Probie'
Dean walked into the bar, his younger brother following quietly behind him. He knew the kid was still beating himself up over the events at Roosevelt. Yeah, Dean was a little hurt by the things the guy had said, but he would get over it eventually. He was just glad the ghost hadn't made his brother use that damn mind control. Things could've gone a lot worse if he had.
The call from their dad the night after had not made things any less tense between them. Neither had been happy when John had simply told them to head to DC, to go to this specific bar and ask for a man named Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Neither of the boys knew who the hell this guy was and they certainly weren't happy that their dad hadn't told them why they were meeting this guy. Dean was getting real tired of his dad's subterfuge of late, which was part of why he didn't really hold his brother's words against him. He may not have been in control, but he hadn't been totally wrong.
Dean shook himself out of his thoughts as they reached the bar, taking seats on the far right side. The bartender was down at the other end serving drinks to a couple of customers but nodded in their direction to let them know he'd be there in a minute.
The guy was freakishly tall, practically a sasquatch. His rather long hair, currently in a ponytail, definitely didn't take from that image. He was wearing a light grey shirt beneath a dark blue plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Dean smirked as he glanced at his brother, wearing practically the same thing but with a white shirt.
He leaned over and elbowed his brother. "Dude, I think you have a twin."
The kid looked towards the bartender and snorted, but made no comment. At least that got a reaction out of the kid; he'd take the win.
The bartender finally came over to them, swinging a hand towel up to rest on his left shoulder. "What can I do for you guys?"
"Two bottles." Dean didn't much care what brand it was. The bartender moved off to a mini fridge below the counter and pulled out the requested drinks, popping the caps off and handing them over.
"Anything else? Cooks off tonight, but I could probably throw something together."
"Actually, we're looking for a guy," Dean replied, watching the man's eyebrow quirk in curiosity. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs?"
The man's shoulders tensed, but he remained friendly. "Any particular reason you're looking for this guy?"
"Our dad told us to come here and find him." Dean turned his head to his brother as the other spoke, finger twitching against his bottle. He didn't like giving this stranger, friendly though he may be, any information on their family.
"And who would your dad be?"
"John Winchester."
Dean watched curiously as the bartender's shoulders relaxed. "You're Uncle John's kids, Dean and Andy."
"Uncle?" Andy asked.
"Well, not really," the bartender amended. "But he's really good friends with my dad, the guy you're looking for. Nice to finally meet you."
"You too, I guess. Though we never heard about you or your dad until today," Andy replied.
"Yeah, well hunters can be weird like that," the guy chuckled.
"So they're hunting buddies," Dean guessed.
"Yeah. Have been since I was a kid. I'm a little surprised he never told you guys."
"Wouldn't be the first time dad left us out of the loop," Andy muttered. Dean couldn't even bring himself to comment; the kid wasn't wrong.
"Well, my dad should be in soon. The offer of food is still on the table."
"Sounds great…" Dean paused.
"Sam," the bartender supplied, offering a smile before he headed to the back to make them something.
