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[wegotwork]

Sam is taking the lunch shift over at the Luna Bar. It's been pretty slow-going as far as afternoons go, but there's the occasional patron who comes in to order something small to eat off the menu and a beer or two, so there's never a dull moment for very long. Right now, he's behind the bar, polishing a few stray wineglasses with a rag that

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[thehandsomeone]

Since Dean had the afternoon off, he spent most of it sleeping and working on the car - it's been a while since he gave the Impala a good onceover. Now, he's heading over to the Luna Bar to grab a bite to eat before work. And, okay, visit Sam.

There's hardly anyone inside when Dean shows up, which for now is fine by him. He nods hello to Avery and steps up to the bar.

"You know what this place is missing?" he asks Sam, impromptu of nothing. "Pie. I mean, I get that we're in a different universe, but pie should be a requirement of any establishment."

[thehandsomeone]

"Enough to make work tonight a little more fun, maybe," Dean jokes right back. His own food long gone, he makes a grab for a couple more of Sam's fries. "So, what're you gonna do tonight?"

[wegotwork]

"Tonight? I hadn't decided yet," Sam admits, straightening up on the other side of the bar and stretching lazily.

"I was thinking maybe I'd stick around a bit, have a drink, see how many people hit on you."

[thehandsomeone]

There's a ketchup-drenched fry about an inch from Dean's mouth when Sam says that. "Hm," Dean says, just barely taken aback. Then he bites sharply down on the fry, swallows, and looks back up at Sam. "You might be here a while, then."

He stands up, coming around the bar to take his and Sam's trays back to the kitchen. "I suggest you make a list. Possibly sorted by age, sex, hot factor..."

[wegotwork]

Sam scoffs again and smacks Dean in the arm with a half-hearted punch as his brother comes around to collect the trays.

"Whatever," he says. "I bet I'd have a list too if I wasn't stuck working the early shift."

Down the bar from them, Avery grins, having heard the latter portion of their conversation, and turns back to the phone.

[thehandsomeone]

"Of course you would," Dean says, just before he dumps the trays into the kitchen. "A list of all the people who asked you where that good-looking guy ran off to."

When he gets back a second later, he walks right up to Sam. "Now," he says, pretending to push at him. "Out of my way, ginormatron. I got work to do."

[wegotwork]

Sam rolls his eyes, and while Dean disappears into the back, he finishes off the rest of his brother's drink, tossing the empty glass into the rack with the other dirtied ones before Dean comes back and wonders where it's gone to.

But when Dean comes back, he returns the shove, grinning widely.

"Who says I'm going anywhere just yet?"

[thehandsomeone]

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Well," he decides, "I guess you could stick around and learn how to really do the job. Tips are everything, kiddo." At that, he returns Sam's grin in full. It's pretty clear from the look in his eyes, however, that he has no problem with Sam remaining. Avery's nice, but she's usually busy, so she's not exactly company.

[wegotwork]

"What, do you end up getting dollars in the waistband every night?" Sam quips, subtly reaching over underneath the bar to slide a finger through one of Dean's belt loops and tug.

He pulls back when Avery hangs up the phone and motions for him to follow her towards the basement.

"Need you two and your strong arms to bring up some boxes," she says.

[thehandsomeone]

When Sam tugs at him, Dean bites down on his lip to repress more than a retort, but when Avery addresses them he turns around and smiles at her like normal. "Sure thing," he says.

He aims a very swift kick toward Sam's ankle, then steps forward in the direction of the basement.

"Come on, Sammy," he shoots back. "Boxes to hunt."

[wegotwork]

"Ow!" Sam hisses, practically stumbling forward against the bar at the sudden kick to his ankle. It's dull enough to not do any serious damage, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a mother.

"Fucker," he mutters under his breath, waiting until Dean's stepped past him to deliver a quick smack to the back of his head.

[thehandsomeone]

"Hey!" Dean rubs at the back of his head, but before they head into the basement he turns quickly and grins at Sam. "Very professional behavior, Sam," he teases. "Really."

[wegotwork]

"You started it," Sam grumbles, and has to turn and duck his head slightly as they head down into the cellar area.

"Okay," Avery says, by the time they head down. "Gonna need those stacks of boxes brought up and everything stocked in its proper place."

Sam looks over to see a few boxes of wine as well as beer piled up in front of them.

"Sure thing," he says, glaring at Dean as she heads back up into the bar.

[thehandsomeone]

"Ah, great," Dean says, looking over the boxes. "Just what I felt like doing tonight." He makes a grab for one of the boxes of wine, and catches Sam glaring at him. "You gonna help, or do you wanna make some more jokes about my waistband?"

[wegotwork]

"I'm just looking for now," Sam says casually, because from where he's standing, he's getting a pretty damn good view of Dean's backside as he bends over to pick up one of those boxes.

[thehandsomeone]

"Hmm," Dean says, shooting a look behind him as he lifts the box. It's heavy, of course, but nothing imaginable. "You know, sexual harassment is a very serious issue in the workplace. I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." But he's smirking all the while, and his look says save that for later as he lugs the first box upstairs.