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A man in a worn leather jacket sits with his back to the door. His weary hazel eyes flash as he scans the mirror along the back of the bar, keeping an eye on every exit.
For an hour he has been holding one now warm beer in his hand. He is waiting. He doesn't know why this bar or why he hasn't left yet but he can't. He just can't. The main door on the far wall opens and his head swivels to better see the new patrons in the mirror.
Two men enter, both look around their mid-thirties and their eyes sweep the room just like his had an hour ago. The slightly taller of the two relaxes fairly quickly. A smile slides across his face as his green eyes swing to his companion. The other man contrasts him in almost every concievable way. Blue eyes pierce the dimness of the bar and his long tan trench-coat and shiny black shoes look out of place next to his companion and the rest of the bar who are all dressed in jeans, boots and carhart or leather jackets.
His face is serious and his posture is rigid as if he's on alert for something to happen. He relaxes slightly as blue meets green and they make their way to the bar, a foot or less
between them at any given time.
"Two of whatever your best bottle is." Green eyes says slipping into a stool. The other man stands stiffly beside him, very much in his personal space. "Cas. Hey if you want to sit at a table instead of the bar go on over. I'll meet you."
"Dean-" Cas shakes his head and Dean rolls his eyes, reaching up to grab one of the oversized buttons on the trenchcoat. The motion looks familiar and some of the rigidity in Blue Eyes' spine slips away as he meets Dean's eyes again.
"I am fine. Now go pick a table. I'll get you some fries." His grin is back and Cas nods with a very small smile of his own. He touches Dean's thigh briefly before stepping away. Dean's eyes follow him until he is seated. Just a moment later his beers are on the counter and the fries have been ordered so he moves away towards the booth. Sliding in next to Cas he scoots in close and one of his arms naturally rises up onto the back of the bench seat.
Dean picks up his beer and takes a sip but Cas hasn't moved. Suddenly Cas turns and his face slides in to rest in between Dean's neck and shoulder. Dean's hand on the back of the seat rises up and slides into the dark mop on Cas' head as he turns his own head and says something that can't be overheard from the bar. Cas lifts his head slightly to lean his forehead against Dean's and takes a deep breath, nodding.
"I'm okay. We're okay." Can be read off of lips from across the room just before fries reach the table. The two men pull apart slightly but Dean's arm stays around Cas' shoulders as they eat.
All has been seen that he needed to see, and then some. The man with the weary hazel eyes drains his warm beer in two pulls and drops a five on the bar as he stands. He takes one last glance in the mirror and sees a wide smile once again upon his son's face. It had been years since he had seen him grin like that. Even before he died, 6 years ago now, it had been rare. At least one of his boys found some happiness in the shitstorm that was a hunter's life.
He will never leave if he keeps watching so he tears his eyes away and makes his way out into the dark night. Disappearing is something he's always been good at.