Chapter 3!!!! Enjoy! (this is probably going to be one of my "favoritest" chapters )

Sorry I haven't posted in a while (who invented homework anyway ++ )

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"She's not getting any beer with that face." Dean said, "She looks like a high schooler!

"We're both 22 actually, and she should have her ID on her… I think." Amanda said.

Dean left the table to make sure Hannah didn't get kicked out of the bar for underage drinking.

"So, you guys come from a lot of hunters in your family?" Sam asked, trying to continue the conversation with Amanda.

"Since high school, though, it kinda sucks because the social life of a hunter is like, dead." Amanda explained.

"Yeah, I know." Sam said, recalling how his father forced him hunting. "So, how do you guys know about us?" He asked, changing the subject.

Amanda laughed, "You think you're the only ones who read the hunter blogs off the internet? We're pretty much the people who keep track of all the hunters, as well as hunt things ourselves."

"How come we've never heard of you then?"

"We like to keep things quiet, you of all people should know that."

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Meanwhile, as Dean made his way to the bar, he saw that Hannah was having "issues" with the bartender…

"I told you I'm 22!!! Ok so I forgot my ID, but I'm telling the truth I swear!!!" she yelled at the bartender.

"Sorry kid, no ID, no beer!!!" the bartender yelled back.

Dean almost laughed, Hannah was so much smaller than the man but she proved more courageous than he thought (though there was a hint of fear behind her eyes). He decided to step in when the man made a move to kick her out.

He stepped up to the bar and cleared his throat, "Excuse me." He said.

Both Hannah and the bartender stopped arguing and looked at him. "Is, uh, something going on here…honey?" he added a second later, directing the question to Hannah.

Hannah stared at him like he was a psychotic murdered for a few seconds, then smiled as she caught on. "Oh! Why yes sweetie." She managed to say through her teeth, "This kind, young gentleman is refusing to give me our drinks."

"She doesn't have any ID!!!" The bartender cut in angrily.

"Let me take care of this, dear." Dean said to Hannah, as he walked up to the bar. He smiled and said to the bartender in a low voice, "Listen, see, we just got married, and she's in the process of getting her new ID with the name change and everything," Dean lied skillfully, "So here's mine." He showed the bartender one of the many fake IDs he carried around with him.

"I don't see your rings." The bartender sneered, unconvinced.

Dean stopped smiling and glared at him as menacingly as he could, "You shouldn't make fun of people who are less fortunate than you."

The bartender looked apologetic and almost afraid, Hannah didn't blame him, she had seen Dean's glare too, and it could probably turn boiling water to ice.

"Sorry," The bartender said, "Drinks are on the house."

"Thanks," Dean said and flashed him a smile. Then turning to Hannah, "Come on baby, let's get out of here and to some place more private," he said as he put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

The bartender watched with scrutinous eyes. So, to convince him better, Dean brought down the final blow by leaning close to Hannah and kissing her on the lips.

Hannah was too surprised to do anything and stood, petrified, until he broke away.

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As soon as they both were out of sight of the bartender, Hannah pulled herself out of Dean's arm, reeled back, and slapped him across the face.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" she yelled as they neared the table. "I don't even know you!"

"Well to start I'm an Aquarius-" He began.

"That's not what I meant!" She said, cutting him off, "It's…It-"

"Got us free beers" Dean said as he sat down.

Hannah didn't reply, she simply sighed angrily as she took her seat next to Amanda.

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Hope you liked!!!