Why Hello Pretty Lady

[winchester_lost]

It was another shitty bar, in another shitty town. They were hunting down a particularly nasty Japanese spirit, of all fucking things, and after seeing a string of corpses that had been asphyxiated or with slit throats, and peeled skin, Dean thought he'd earned his intoxication and whatever pretty woman he happened to stumble home with.

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[winchester_lost]

Unfortunately for the lovely blonde, her charming smile was initially wasted on Dean -- his eyes didn't exactly make it out of her cleavage. His grin widened, and if God wasnt a total fucking dick, he might have said some sort of prayer of thanks or something. As it was, well, he just grinned, impish and playful and interested as his green eyes finally took in her blond hair and her pretty face.

"Not for you. Why don't you let me buy you a drink."

A lifted eyebrow, that way he held himself a little bit taller, pressed his lips together as if trying to momentarily disguise that Cupid bow mouth while he tried to impress upon her his Alpha Male nature. Like a lot of things about Dean, it reeked of secrets and trying too hard, but he was pretty, and he did have that certain charm; even if he did try to hard it didn't keep women from falling into his bed.

He waved the bartender over, elbow on the bar as he downed his whiskey in one go, leaning in comfortably close. And maybe his green eyes did briefly flicker to one of the attractive men in the place -- Dean would never admit to it.