Game On

Sam's POV

You couldn't stop going over what happened in your mind on the ride back to the hotel. While being kidnapped by demons, an Angel of the Lord asked you to help him get Dean and Y/n to finally start dating. Heaven knows how many different non natural creatures you and your brother have come up against, pun intended, so meeting an angel shouldn't have surprised you all that much.

But it did, if there are angels and demons, that means that there hast to be God and Lucifer too. Now, even though you are thrilled at this discovery, you just have to figure out how to get Y/n and Dean together.

So while Dean was driving past the town you've been staying in, an idea hits you and you didn't hesitate to let them hear it.

"I don't know about you two, but I could go for a drink," you told them with your eyes on a bar close by.

"Can't say no to that," Dean replies and parks at the bar.

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Y/n's POV

As the three of you were walking into the building, you couldn't help but wonder if Sam ever found out about what had happened between you and Dean. Sam seemed to be treating you like you never left but Dean is his brother, he had to have found out eventually. You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam trying to start conversation.

"So Y/n, how was Stanford?" A hint of sadness and curiosity in his voice thinking about Stanford.

"Everyone is still recovering from..everything but Stanford is getting back on its feet," You answered trying not to go on the topic of Jess.

Sam laughed, "I meant how was it for you?"

"Oh," you said feeling suddenly stupid, "well it was alright."

"Just alright?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it just seemed..duller than I remember, like I didn't belong there but somewhere else," you told him without thinking as you all sat down in the busy bar.

"Aww you missed me that much?" Dean says joining in the conversation.

"Yeah, you wish Chisel Chest," you joked to hide how flustered you became from his scarily accurate comment.

You started laughing at the suggestive look Dean gave you after hearing the nickname you gave him. After seeing you laugh he couldn't help but join, as did Sam, and all suggestive thoughts were gone.

Once the laughter died down, one of the bartenders made their way toward you three. You were relieved to see that the bartender was male and didn't seem to have any interest at all in either Winchester. Looks like there won't be a repeat of what happened in the dinner all those weeks ago.

"Dean, what the hell is a purple nurple?" You asked after you all got your drinks.

"I really don't know," he replies with a shrug.

"You don't know?" You said giving him an incredulous look.

"Hey, you outta give those purple nurples a shot," he said while Sam rolled his eyes.

"I'd like to see that," Sam added.

"I'll try a lot of things but I think I'll pass on that," you said turning the oddly named drink down.

"Yeah I knew you'd be too chicken to try it," Dean said with a teasing smile.

That damn smile taunted you and yet you found hard to resist. You knew you were going to give in and from the look on his face, he knew it too. You've never been able to turn down a challenge and Bobby did always say you were too prideful.

"Damn you Dean Winchester," you said and his face brightened knowing he won.

Dean motioned for the bartender to come back before proudly telling him that his friend would like to have the purple nurple as well. The man nodded before getting you the purple substance and you looked at it with disdain.

"Go on, don't you trust me?" Dean said with a smile that made your heart melt. You really have missed him.

You gave him one last glare at his comment and for being so adorable before downing the drink. When you realized it wasn't absolutely disgusting, you found that it tasted kind of like coconut rum with a little bit of cranberry. You actually liked it.

"Well?" Dean said expectantly and it reminded you of a child on Christmas.

"I guess it's not completely revolting," you answered.

"See? I told you!" He said excitedly before drinking his own glass.

"Whatever," you said trying to hide your smile.

"See Sammy? I told you that you should give it a chance," Dean said referring to the time they were in Ohio dealing with a Trickster.

"How do you even remember that?" Sam asked amused, "you barely had any of those and you were stupid drunk."

"I was not!" Dean defended.

"I bet even Y/n could have more than you," Sam declared.

"Ya know what? Fine I'll take that bet," Dean said and you immediately began to protest.

"Guys, I don't think that's such a good idea..we just got Sam back, what if those demons come back to get us? We can't protect ourself if we're drunk, Dean," you tried to reason but you could not sway the determined man.

"Nope, we're having a drinking contest and I'm gonna win," Dean said as called for the bartender again.

"Fine," you said grabbing Dean's attention, "game on," you declared with a smirk.

Before Dean could reply, the bartender came over and got the two of you more drinks. There were so many that they intimidated you, that was until you saw the slightly worried look on his face.

You were determined to win this.

Sam decided to watch the two of you with amusement and curiosity to see which one would last longer before getting drunk. He knew how well Dean could hold his liqueur but he still didn't know how well you could.

Drink after coconut flavored drink the two of you took, you noticed that the purple nurple was one strong drink. As you just about all hope of winning was lost, you looked over to see Dean with a rosy pink tint to his cheeks. He looked over at you surprised before putting the drink down.

"I'm actually kind of drunk," Dean slurred.

You smirked and giggled at his statement before going to the bathroom. Since you left the boys you were not able to hear Dean tell Sam, "dude, she's hot." Nor did you get to see Sam smile and shake his head at his brother's antics.

Instead, you went to the bathroom and did your business. Then on your way out you couldn't help but notice a man had appeared next to where you were sitting. You chose to ignore this and took your seat next to Dean on the stools.

Hoping that the strange man wouldn't talk to you, even though he's been eyeing you since you came out of the bathroom, you starting talking to the boys again. But your hopes didn't come true, because when the talking met a long pause he spoke.

"Excuse me, but I didn't think I caught your name," the man next to you stated, though you were clearly here with Sam and Dean.

"Oh, I um..never said it? It's Y/n," you said awkwardly.

"Pretty name for a pretty-" The man started.

"Yeah, finish that line, and I will stab you in your face," Dean answered, adding a smile in the end

"Excuse me?" The man said clearly offended and angered at Dean's words.

"I think you heard me, Bumble Cocksucker," Dean shot back equally angry. (A/N: the full credit of that nickname is to IamNegan0121)

"Dean, I can handle myself," you told him sternly after recovering from the shock of his threat.

"You heard the little lady, she can handle herself now back off," the man said.

"Dean, calm down," Sam said in warning, noticing Dean's anger flare.

Sam was trying to diffuse the situation before it went too far and with a drunk and angry Dean, it definitely could. He was relieved when Dean stood up to walk away so he could calm back down until he punched the guy right in the face.

It happened so quickly barely tell what happened after that. Now everyone was standing up and cheering them on, those who knew why they're fighting were cheering Dean on.

"Give em a right hook!"

And Dean certainly did.

"This guy's got nothing on you!"

The guy definitely didn't stand a chance against Dean.

"Give the perv what he deserves!"

He did.

The fight didn't end until two or three big men came in and broke it up. The man looked so bad you almost felt sorry for him, almost.

You pushed through the crowd to get to Dean so you could inspect his injuries. Only to find he only had a bloody lip and nose with a bruise beginning to form on his right cheek. You lightly touched the bruise upset that he got hurt because of you.

Then Dean caught your attention by gently grabbing your arm that was touching his cheek which made you look into his green eyes. They seemed to have grown darker since you last looked in them and you chose to believe it was the lighting in the room.

You didn't know if it was your imagination but it seemed like Dean was leaning closer to you. You didn't even realize you were doing the same until you both jumped apart by Sam's voice.

"Hey, are you guys ok?" he said just emerging from the crowd now that it was starting to clear out.

"Yeah, we're fine," Dean answered before finally breaking eye contact and dropping your arm leaving you missing his touch.

"We should head back to the hotel now," Sam added and you could only nod.

What just happened?