Women and Winchesters
I do not own any of the things you recognize (aka Dean and Sam). I do own Erin, Mary, and Holly though.
Chapter 2
The black 67' Impala pulled into the bar's parking lot at three in the morning. Dean found a parking place close to the entry and turned off the car.
Sam looked at the place, taking it all in. the neon lights were turned on in honor of the nightlife. It looked like an ordinary bar, in on an ordinary night, but something was off – or at least that's what Sam's 6th sense told him, but common sense took over and they walked in the bar.
As Dean and Sam walked up to the bar, an attractive bar maid with brown hair and green eyes came out from the back room.
"What can I get you fellas," she asked.
"Well, maybe a little," Dean began in his cocky way, looking her up and down.
"Two beers," Sam said quickly covering Dean's remark.
"Coming up," she said and walked away.
"Aww come on man. She looked fun," Dean whined.
"Dean, you're here for a drink and a reason not to sleep. I'm here to save your ass. So know trying to screw girls in the back room. Okay?"
"Yea. Whatever."
Just then the barmaid came back with two beers.
"Thanks," Dean said
"Welcome. So you two look new. What are ya'll's names?"
"Dean. And this is my little brother Sam. What's yours," Dean said before Sam could say anything.
"Erin."
"So Erin, is this place normally this busy at three in the morning?" Sam said, gesturing to the bar, with barely any people.
"Yea. Small town. Will you excuse me? I have to go take care of something in the back."
As she walked away, Sam could see Dean looking at her butt. Sam looked at Dean with an angry expression.
"Might as well," Dean said.
"Dean. Stop, you're a….. a…. perv."
"Best you could think of little brother?"
"Shut up."
Dean saw Erin coming back.
"I pulled a few strings with the DJ. And since it's so empty, he said he'd play a slow song for us," she said gesturing to Dean, "Come on."
"I can't leave Sammy," Dean said, acting concerned.
"That's ok. I have someone who can take care of him, while I take care of you."
Erin winked at Dean, as a woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes came around from the bar.
"This is Mary," Erin said, "Mary, this is Dean and Sam."
Before Sam could say anything, Erin grabbed Dean's hand and brought him over to the small area dedicated to dancing.
"Hi Sam," Mary said, "Want to dance?"
With Dean gone, Sam had no choice but to dance. Even though he had much regret as he got up and was led to the dance floor, Sam could sense something about this was right and something else was very wrong.