Sam and Dean enter the packed-out pub, a band blare out some heavy tunes and scantily clad dressed women dance provocatively around the bar.
'We're in for a really good night, Sammy,' Dean said clapping his hands together, eyeing up the talent.
'Do I have to remind you again. We're working.'
'Oh, shush your mouth. I'll get the drinks in. Pint?'
The band changes song to a roaring belter. The female singer screams out 'Weak as I am…'
Dean's head perks up bobbing. 'Tune!' he said as he backs away in a little shuffle to the bar. Sam rolls his eyes following his brother trying not to get hit on by women suggestively rubbing up against him.
Two pints are laid down in front of the brothers. Dean chinks glasses with Sam. 'Cheers, Sammy. Come on, let your hair down a little.'
Sam begrudgingly obliges. 'Cheers.'
'Man, that chick's got some lungs on her,' Dean said trying to stretch his neck towards the singer.
As Dean gulps at his pint, Sam elbows him in the ribs. 'Hey, ain't that the girl from this morning?'
Dean chokes and splutters on his pint. 'Fuck me.' Dean takes a closer look, then prays upwards thanking God. In a flash, he looks back to his brother with puppy dog eyes.
'Fine,' Sam said, 'I'll find this Frank guy and you go chat up the hot singer.'
'Thank you, Sammy. You're the man.
The band finishes to an uproar of applause and wolf whistles. 'Thank you,' The singer rasps, 'we'll be back in five.'
Dean nudges Sam away. 'How do I look? Nah, forget that, I know I look good. Go on, piss off.'
Sam walks away leaving Dean perched at the bar. The black-haired girl strides over and Dean edges his way nearer until a chancer takes his place trying to hit on her.
'So, what time to you finish, love?' he asks her.
'Not interested mate,' she replies trying to get the barman's attention.
'Come on sweetheart, don't be like that.' The guy pervs her up and down.
'I told you, no. Now fuck off will ya.' She ignores his advances and reaches over the bar for a bottle of water growing impatient with the barman.
The barman nods at her to help herself. 'Cheers Lou!' she shouts.
As she leaned over the bar the guy grabs at her arse. By the time she turns around to confront him, Dean locks the guys arm twisted behind his back.
'Now, that's no way to behave in front of a lady, is it?' Dean growls.
The man winces with pain, trying to free himself.
The singer glares at Dean. 'I can handle myself, thank you.'
'As you wish,' Dean said releasing the groper.
She grabs a fistful of the man's hair, thumping him in the gut and then another across his jaw, sprawling him across the bar knocking over the drinks that laid there. Lou, the barman nods over a couple of heavies that then assist the beaten man from the pub.
'I suppose I should thank you,' she said to Dean unimpressed.
'No need, but you could replace my drink you spilled.'
She looked up to him, this time with a slight smirk chewing on the bottom of the red painted lip. When her eyes laid into his, she felt something that paused her breathing for a moment.
'Sure.' Her eyes sparkled then shouted to Lou, 'Get this guy-'
'Dean,' he interrupted.
'Get this Dean a drink.'
'What are you having Dean?' Lou asked.
'Whatever she's having,' Dean said without tearing his gaze from her.
Lou looks to the girl and she nods back, he knows her usual.
'I don't have time to chit-chat. I've got a set to finish'
'We don't have to talk, we can just drink.' Dean takes a seat at the bar as Lou sets out the drinks in front of them.
'Well, Cheers…' she said.
'Dean,' he replied to remind her his name. Albeit a touch heartbroken that he wasn't that memorable to her.
She shrugged her bare arm and took the pint to her lips. In one fell swoop she downed it, Dean looked on aghast, his mouth part open frozen to his glass, He then settled his pint watching her.
After her last few gulps, she landed the empty on the bar then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, partly smudging her lipstick.
'Thirsty?' Dean asked.
'Always.'
She then picked up the shot glass and necked back the whiskey chaser. This drink, Dean joined her. She winked at him when they finished and without another word she sauntered back to start her next set.
Dean let out a silent sigh, head on tilt as he watched walk away.
'I think you've got your work cut out for you with that one.' Sam laid his hand on Deans shoulder.
'God, I certainly hope so.' Dean shook his head then looked to Sam. 'Did you see all that? I mean, wow! Right?'
Sam nodded as Dean glanced back bewildered.
'So, did you have any luck finding out who this Frank someone is?' Dean asked.
'Frank Cole, you mean? And no, nothing.'
'Are you looking for Frankie?' Lou the barman piped in.
'Yeah,' Sam replied, 'do you know where we can find him?'
'Frankie's not a he,' Lou said, jolting his head towards Deans crush.
Dean smiled at Sam. 'Who said you can't mix work with pleasure.'