Tomorrow never comes
The bar was smoky and the atmosphere happy. People were dancing, talking or just drinking. The lights flashed blue, green, and red over again as the music played. It was quite packed, and a young man just sat at the bar; holding his beer bottle at the neck with his thumb and forefinger. People would smile, nod as they walked past and occasionally this young man would respond. He wasn't in a good mood. Just before he came out he had an argument with someone and it didn't end well.
He just always has to say something and never let it be.
The man signalled at the bartender to get him another bottle. As the bartender was reaching for it, the mans phone started to vibrate. He ignored the caller id and turned it off. The bartender noticed that the customer wasn't in a party mood, and thought it was odd seeing as it was a launch party for the new club.
'Hey, mate are you 'kay?'
The man was startled to see he was being spoken too, it took some time for his to realise what was going on. 'Oh, yeah, just not in the party mood right now. Some things have gotten out of hand and I needed the fresh air.'
'So you have came here?'
He looked around and noticed the irony, then smirked. 'I guess I didn't think that one through. How much will this be?'
The bartender shook his head. 'Nah, its on the house.' He smiled and went to serve someone else.
The song had changed and a group of girls started screaming and got up to dance. One of them was a blonde, slim built with the strangest brown eye's. She noticed the lonely man and winked. He looked at her and just waved his hand slightly.
No, you look like you have just started puberty.
That's when she noticed. Her brown hair fell in curls down her shoulders. Her brown eyes made more noticeable with the amount of make up she was wearing. Her top had little gems on it, and sparkled in the disco lights. Her jeans were tight and made her seem more curvy. Her boots were hidden by her jeans and would have made a noise if the music was turned of and the place empty. She kept her eyes on the lonely man at the bar and gave notice to the bartender that he was the one.
The young woman turned and went to the toilets. No-one was in them and she went to the mirror. Out of her pocket she took her phone and double checked the picture. It was the right guy. She looked in the mirror and put on some lip gloss. That's when she smiled to herself her eyes turning jet black. Demon.
Weaving her way through she walked up to the man. 'Hi, im Imogen.' The young woman him smiled, her top not fully covering her stomach.
He just smiled, taken aback by her stunning figure and smile. He put down his beer bottle and outstretched his hand.
'I'm Dean, Dean Winchester.'