any little song you know

[thehandsomeone]

Wednesday nights at the Luna Bar are generally slow, but somehow, Dean gets stuck working most of them. He's standing behind the counter now, cleaning off the surface for the thousandth time that night even though there's nothing to clean. To keep himself entertained, he's been humming Zeppelin songs under his breath all night - possibly hoping if he does this long enough, it'll finally encourage Avery to install a jukebox of some sort.

Dean'd kill for a more interesting customer at this point. Or, maybe not kill, but he'd be pretty damn grateful. Someone save him before he starts belting out AC/DC lyrics at unsuspecting patrons.