AN: Um. . .well. . .this was meant to just be a humorous drabble, but it's kind of exploded. Probably will last about seven chapters. And somehow it's morphing into a romance story. . .weird. . .anyway, reviews are always appreciated! And don't worry, no love with the two OCs. . .they exist merely to advance the plot, such as it is. Reviews are always appreciated! Enjoy!

Those were two fine-looking men, Eliza thought. Almost unconsciously her tongue darted out, wetted brightly painted lips. Two damn fine-looking men indeed. All rough and tumble, just the way she liked them. Torn jeans, haunted eyes, and enough layers to make foreplay interesting.

"God, Eliza, get a grip," Rose threw a washcloth at her. "The bar's disgusting, wipe it down, would you?"

"Rather not," Eliza said. She never dropped her eyes from the two tall drinks of water. She did, however, drop the washcloth. "We should never leave clients thirsty," she said. Behind her, she could hear Rose groaning.

Which one to take home? Somehow, Eliza felt that they wouldn't be in for a threesome. The way their bodies leaned in toward one another, the familiarity. . .they were either brothers, or lovers. She was praying for the first. They didn't look gay, she thought, a little doubtful now. Still, no time to back out now.

She decided on the taller one. She was pretty tall herself, so she normally had to just take what she could get, but if she was getting the choice. . .besides, he clearly had the better body, which shoulder and a chest just bursting their way out of that button-down. He seemed less dirty, too.

"Hey, boys," she drawled, leaning down and squishing her arms together, giving them the best view of her cleavage she could. Of course, ever since that operation, any view had been pretty damn good. Best $2,000 she'd ever spent. "Can I get you something from the bar?"

"Got any local brews?" the short one asked. He smiled up at her, teeth gleaming white even in the dim lighting of the bar. Holy shit, Eliza thought. Green eyes – real green, not that freaky lime that came with contacts, or the overly infested brown of most hazel eyes. She hated him a little bit. However, a job was a job, and if she was going to get the Jolly Green Giant, she might have to butter up Eyelashes a bit. Before she could list more than one, however, he'd cut her off. "Just send over a pint of whatever's best," he said.

"No problem," Eliza said, all sugar and honey, before turning to the other one. "What about you, handsome?"

He pouted. The thing actually pouted! Eliza was up standing quicker than she'd ever known she could move. What kind of a man pouted? Seriously?

"I'll just have some water," he said, and slumped down in his chair. Well, screw him, then. Eliza threw long black hair over her shoulder (the extensions had been the second-best purchase of the year) and winked at Eyelashes before headed back to the bar. Well, for once second best wasn't bad at all.

The glasses were stored above the bar – why that was, Eliza had yet to figure out. She went to grab two, passing Rose on the way.

"What is this?" Rose asked, smacking her gum loudly. "Actually working? Not just flirting?"

"Come on, sugar," Eliza said. "We all know men are even dumber when they're drunk. Drunk, dumb, and just a little dangerous. . .just the way I like them."

"I'd steer clear of those two," Rose said, her tone serious. "I mean it, Eliza. They look like trouble."

They did, she wasn't going to lie. It was why her insides were quivering and her legs felt warm and mushy. She poured the water first,peeking over at them.

"I'm so bored," Rose said. She pulled her necklace out from below her blouse – it was new, given to her by the weirdo, heebie-jeebie drifter who'd blown through a week ago. Eliza didn't know she'd kept it. The necklace itself was creepy, too. . .just a single, strange stone, that changed colors without any apparent reason. She'd assumed it was just a cheap mood stone at first, but then. . .they couldn't figure out how it worked.

"Listen," Rose said. "I'll bring the one guy the water. You want the other one anyway, right?"

"Hells yes," Eliza said. She handed over the glass of water, heading toward the tap to draw up the local beer for Eyelashes. "Help yourself to him. He's sulky."

"Mmm," Rose said, waggling her eyebrows. "Just the way I like them. Tall, dark, and sulky."

* * *

Bobby returned to his body with a snap, his head actually flying backward in reaction. Dean recovered more quickly, batting at Castiel's hands, which still remained in contact with both of them.

"Dude!" Dean yelled. "I told you not to do that!" Bobby shook his head. He felt. . .not so good. Like his insides had been mushed around into a bowl of instant mashed potatoes. His head felt stuffed with cotton.

"See?" Sam said desolately from his couch cushion. "Nothing weird. Just a regular bar, with the regular girls, hitting on Dean."

"Maybe," Castiel said. He looked at Bobby pointedly.

"What?" the older hunter grouched.

"Perhaps. . ."

"Perhaps what?" Bobby groused. "My head hurts. I hate you."

"The one young lady was in possession of an artifact," Castiel said. "A very powerful one. I do not know what powers it possesses, but it might behoove us to go and see."

"All right," Dean said. He straightened up, rubbed his hands briskly together. "A case at a bar. Sounds good."

"Wait," Castiel held up his hand. His face was crumpled into a frown, blue eyes turned inward. "There is something more. Did either of you notice anything strange about the women in the bar?"

"Yeah," Dean said. "She totally tried to go for Sam first."

"No," Castiel sighed, the frown still etched deeply into his face. "There is something very not right here. . .perhaps just Bobby and I should go. You might be safer here."

"No offense, Castiel," Sam said, standing up to his now much-diminished height. "But there's not a whole lot of people in Dean and my corner right now. We're not about to let our entire fan club walk into a trap."

"Right," Dean said. "Plus. Bar. Chick. Case."

Castiel sighed. Bobby did, too.

Idiots.