Prompt: A stranger starts to flirt with the reader at a bar and Dean gets jealous.
Warning(s): None, like one swear word?
Word Count: 851

Your favorite part of going hunting with the Winchester boys was the downtime you had after. The time where you could let loose and just go get a drink to clear you head and prepare yourself for whatever load of crap you've got to deal with the next day.

This time it was a shifter terrorizing a small town in Maine. You and Dean had a bet on who was going to take the shifter out first. Whoever loss, well drinks were on them. Sam obviously didn't take any part in the bet, and chose not to go out that night, deciding to get a good rest instead. In the end, Sam ended up getting the kill, so basically your bet just fell apart.

Nevertheless, you were still getting your drink on with Dean at the local bar. "Two whiskeys, neat," he told the bartender. "One for me and this (lady/guy) over here."

"Comin' right up," the bartender said, barely paying attention to Dean as his eyes were drawn on you.

After attending to another customer, the bartender came back with your drinks. "One for you," he handed a glass to Dean, then handed you your glass, saying, "This one's on the house."

"Wow, thanks," you smiled, taking the drink graciously. It's been a while since you dated anyone and you had to admit, the guy was pretty cute.

Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the guy, then took your glass. "Dude what the hell?"

He took a sip, "Okay it's not laced."

"Are you kidding me?" You snatched your drink back out of his hand and down the rest. "A bartender can't serve a customer a laced drink, Dean. Relax."

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you," he said.

"Yeah okay," you rolled your eyes.

Soon the bartender came back around to you, a charming smile spread across his cheeks. "So what's your name, gorgeous?" He asked.

"(Y/N)," you smiled in return, sliding a loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

"That's a beautiful name," he said, "My name's Pete."

"I...could tell from the name tag," you giggled, pointing to the tag pinned on his black T-shirt.

"Oh right of course," he laughed, "Sorry I get nervous around beautiful (women/men)."

"Hey I think someone's calling for you. Maybe you should, uh I don't know, go do your job?" Dean intervened.

"Dean, what are you talking about? There's no one there," you looked at the other empty bar stools then turned back to Pete. "Sorry, ignore him. Are you from around here?"

"Yeah, I was raised in a town just a few miles next door called Augusta," he said, "Been living in Maine all my life. But you... I'd recognize a face like yours. Where are you from?"

"Look bozo, that's none of your business. (Y/N), If this guy's bothering you, you don't have to entertain him. Just give me the sign and we can leave," Dean interrupted once more.

"He's not bothering me Dean," you snapped, "Why are you so interested in our conversation?"

"Well you don't know this guy's intentions (Y/N)."

"Hey did it ever come across your mind that maybe you're the one bothering (her/him)?" Pete said.

"Stay out of this knucklehead!"

"Watch your mouth man! I'll kick your ass!"

"Try me!"

"OKAY!" You shouted, pulling at Dean's arm. "That's our cue to leave. It's was really nice meeting you Pete."

With that, you dragged Dean out the bar over to the parking lot. Once you were finally out, you smacked him beside the head. "OW! What was that for?" Dean grimaced.

"What was that for? Oh I don't know, maybe you because you completely cock-blocked me!"

"I feel like you could've worded that different."

"It doesn't matter!" You yelled frustratedly. "The point is, you ruined my chances with that guy. Why? Are you jealous or something?"

"Well..." Dean shrugged, unsure how to answer. You were half-joking when you had asked that, expecting a quick no so it was definitely a shocker that he couldn't seem to respond.

"Wait... why would you be jealous? Unless..."

"Do you really have to make me say it (Y/N)? Obviously I like you," Dean sighed, "I've had feelings for you for a while."

"You're kidding," you scoffed. This was unbelievable.

"I mean, haven't you noticed lately when we go out, I haven't taken anyone back with me?"

"Well now that I think about it, yeah. I did think that was a little strange."

"I didn't want it to come out this way," he shook his head, "But seeing you with that guy, seeing that stupid look on his face; well it was just the last straw. I couldn't take the thought of another guy taking you home for the night. If you're going to be in anyone's arms, I want that person to be me."

"Awe Dean," you blushed, "That was actually really sweet."

You took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers. He smiled down at you, peering into your eyes with his. "I meant every word, (Y/N)."