Jack pulled up the bar stool besides Dean. He ordered two whiskeys. By the growing smell around dean, he already had a good few in him. That would probably make jacks job easier. Jack flirted a little with the barman. The barman wasn't even uncomfortable when he said, "Sorry dude, I don't swing that way right now. If I did I'd tell you to meet me in room 902 with your pants round your ankles, but I don't think my boyfriend would like it!"
"Wouldn't be the first sandwich I've been it!" jack said.
"I know. I couldn't sit for a week!" the barman said before moving on. Dean was glad he wasn't drinking at that point.
"You and your barmen share too much!" dean said.
"I've always been like that. As a young man, I walked up and sat down at the bar. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked. "I want 6 shots of Jagermeister," I said. "6 shots?! Are you celebrating something?" he said. "Yeah, my first blowjob." I said. "Well, in that case, let me give you a 7th on the house." He said. I refused. He asked why and my answer was simply, "No offence, sir. But if 6 shots won't get rid of the taste, nothing will!""
Dean had been taking a sip at this point. He choked. Jack smirked. He took a large victory sip to stop himself from laughing.
"What do you want?!" dean asked.
"What's going on? Why it is so important that you can't see angel features right now?" jack asked.
"He's my best friend and I can't see him!"
"My best friend is dead!"
"Well, sorry…"
"Yeah. But my best friend is dead, and there's no way of getting him back. You have a way of getting him back!"
"He's a little more than a friend! I… I need him man! I need him. I need him and we're more set on finding the doctor than getting me able to see him!"
"Dean, Ianto's dead. I loved Ianto. I can't see him again and I love him still! The doctor will help you see Castiel. You just have to help find him!"
"Yeah… I probably will!"
There was a whiles silence as they both drank.
"So… lost a lot of people you love?"
"Oh yeah. Big time!"
"Same."
"Same with the doctor. For some reason… we have to live on whilst the people we love… they do have to share the curse!"
"I'll drink to that!"
They clinked glasses and downed the last of the drink. Ordering a few more, they knew where this was going. They were going to drown their sorrows back into the boxes they came from.
"So! You and the barman?" dean said. Jack chuckled. "Bet he's not the only one! How many? No better yet- who's best?!"
Jacks laughing had burdened now. He took a sharp breath in as he raised his head. "Probably… Lancel Goldman 1988! Man, that guy knew his way around the body!"
"Yeah? You dog!" dean chuckled.
The hours peeled away, the alcohol flowed, the bottles and glasses emptied and the night was beginning to get light once again. The bar had to kick out the only two people left still drinking. Dean and Jack staggered out, happy, drunk and giggling. By the time they got back, the others were beginning to worry. They were hardly impressed with their drinking match.