Authors Note: This started because I have seen pictures of Jensen in a kilt and well a skirt isn't far off…so I took from what I knew a little something about and well…Dean for this story/AU is trans. In this case a female trapped in a male body and has started her transition. Pro-nouns are female and she dresses as a female, also acts female. Castiel is Asexual, in this case looks for emotional connect and avoids physical with his relationships. No offence meant to anyone if I get something slightly wrong.

Legal bar stuff is all Canadian law, not sure how the American rules work but all liquor is not served after 2AM unless you have a special by-law licences that allows you to serve until 5AM. This is the license that this bar carries. I shouldn't know better, these always turn out to be more than what I was attempting to do . I hope you enjoy it all the same. It got all serious….

Singles had been the bar to go to for years, growing up in a small town didn't offer a lot of places to relax if you were outside of societies norm. Which was why when Singles was founded, in Dean's high school years she started to find herself at this bar more often than not. It wasn't until after high school and attending two years of working to a business degree that Dean really came out to her family and friends.

They knew something was different but most had presumed that 'he' was bi or gay and unwilling to admit it. There were only two people back in those days that really knew what was going on, Charlie and Lisa. Her only two girlfriends and most assumed they were 'his' beards. She wished it had been that simple, she was just so thankful to have found two fantastic understanding kick ass females. Lisa had been bi-sexual and extremely open about the entire thing. Charlie had always said she was a straight up lesbo, pun intended every time.

They had helped her come to terms with the fact that she had been born into the wrong body. It was kinda a big fuck up, Mary spoke about the Angel that watched over the family but Dean didn't feel like there was anything there. Just nothing and bullshit, she found it hard to believe that if there was really Angels and Gods then Dean wouldn't have a cock and balls between her legs. Dropping out of college had brought her back to her home town and found a job at the bar that she use to disappear into. A new generation was there and Dean could watch on as the 'misfits' of society gathered and could have a safe free space that should by human nature be their basic rights.

The late night crew was a skeleton crew, the owner in the back office, Dean on the floor as the waiter and Castiel on the bar. The owner normally would stay locked away unless they really needed help and would always stay on the bar and kick Cass out with Dean. Benny had jumped at hiring Dean when she returned remembering her from the years before.

Castiel was a newer hire, and newer to town, he had figured Dean out and it shouldn't be a shock. The man wouldn't work at a bar that caters to the LGBTQ community if you didn't fit in somehow.

The three of them worked well together and Dean and Cass had grown to become close friends, tending to hang out on their days off. They were currently rebuilding a car to use for drives out of state. It was painfully slow but it wasn't like either was in a rush. It was Tuesday night and normally the bar wouldn't be this packed but it was clear some type of sporting event and six of the teams had found the bar. Probably unfamiliar with the area they figured it was a normal sports bar and made themselves comfortable.

Dean didn't let it both him and Cass did the same being moved to the floor to help Dean out and Benny was even debating on calling Charlie in for back up so he could go to the kitchen and cook. It ended with having to be done as Dean refused to cook and Castiel could only burn things. Charlie was soon arriving to replace Cass who was better making drinks then serving them. Castiel retreated to the bar, letting Benny slip into the kitchen and start up the ovens.

"Kitchens open now," Dean told her first table as she delivered their second round of drinks. She had felt eyes since they all walked in, she knew she looked good. But there were signs, there had to be, things just weren't right, not bothering with the normal physical signs, the fact her skirt was longer than Charlie's was with reason. The top wasn't as tight and she left the buttons done up unlike Charlie. She just wasn't that brave, but sometimes it got the wrong attention all the same.

"What if what we want to eat isn't on the menu?" the one to her direct left asked with a leering smile and she wanted a shower already.

"I'd suggest you take another look or not order," she wasn't taking bullshit in her own bar and could hear the noise start to die down and tune into their table.

"Come on baby, its just a little flirting." The man reached out and caressed her arm with the back of his fingers. She took a step back, and held up one finger in warning as she glared him into staying in his seat.

"One and only warning, next rude thing you do I'm kicking you out." She paused and took a breath to center herself before pushing on. "I will come back around for your food order, give you a few more minutes to sort out what you want." With that she turned and made her way around the room again. She took all the orders back to the table and then collected the drink orders she took from them as she went around the last time.

Wanting to wait until last to go back to the first table she went in reverse this time, she liked table six and four. She was pretty sure they had a few members that knew where they were and had informed the others. It was a shame about tables one, three and five. Two seemed to be neutral and just happy for food and drinks.

Arriving back at table one she cleared her throat as she stepped close to the table, "so, what'll it be?" it all happened so fast that Dean still couldn't remember how it all went down.

The comment that the table chuckled at was blurred by the hand grabbing her under her skirt and she knew the shit was about to hit the fan in more than one way. She heard the shattering glasses of a carry table being dropped and a shout of protest. Not from her own lips, no she was still frozen waiting for the backlash. The sound of a pitcher slamming down and a call to Benny almost snapped her back but no it had to be the worst possible thing.

"Fuck me! That chick has a fucking dick!" chairs pushing back as men stand and Dean finds herself taking a step backwards. More than she was willing to fight and she knew that Castiel was coming around from behind the bar.

"Do we have a problem here? If so I think it's time you leave." Castiel advised the man that had grabbed Dean, he was closer now and Castiel took Dean's arm and pulled her back behind him offering a shield from those that would react. Back in high school Dean would have had a fighting chance but now, well she had a slim form because she made it this way and had to forfeit some of the muscle that it use to have. She didn't regret it; just wished Cass wouldn't play such a worry rat.

"What is that your girlfriend Faggot?!" the tension in the bar shot up, after his first outburst it had sucked but people could forget it, the second time not so much and this brought Benny out to the front of his bar.

"I believe its time for you to leave now," he growled and Dean turned to look at his boss seeing Charlie moving to stand beside their oldest protector. "If you can't respect the rules you can get the fuck out."

"What rules? I don't see any signs."

"Check the door on the way out. This is the only warning I will give you. Get out now or you will leave with broken bones." Crossing his arms he came to stand beside Castiel and Dean could feel the tension in the bar start to build the tables were men all ready to rumble after a afternoon and evening of matches. It wouldn't take much to start an all out fight and the room knew it.

"We will leave," one of the more level headed members stated and pulled the others to the door. They were almost free and clear when the last one out and the first one to start it muttered something in Castiel's ear on his way out the door. Later Castiel would confess to Dean what he said but in the moment he decked the man, laying him out cold.

"He deserved it." Cass announced the entire room and a few chuckles were offered as the man was picked up and removed from the bar. It was much later that night when the bar had finally closed for the few hours it would be closed, a grand total of four before reopening for breakfast and Irish coffee. The money counted and everyone sent home Castiel and Dean were walking back to Dean's apartment which was closer than Castiel's.

Ice was helping Cass's hand from swelling too much as they made their way along the walkway, it was peaceful and both men relax as they head upstairs making it to Dean's apartment. They curl up on the couch and toss on the morning news, "So what did he say?"

"He said he'd cut you up to look like a pretty little bitch we were both clearly gagging for. If he could have first go." A long, almost too long of a pause before Dean pulls Castiel into a hug and buries his head into his shoulder and smiles letting his friend just hold and protect him for the time being.

"Thanks for punching him."

"Any time, but hopefully never again."

END