We're All Irish Tonight
~Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going...~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OCs
Warnings: Jealous!Dean, BAMF!Reader, Fluff. Drinking
A/N: Thought you could all use a fluffy drabble today so I banged this out for ya. Happy St Patrick's Day!
The crowd was buzzing with faux Irish pride, only about ten percent of the patrons able to boast any actual connection to the Emerald Isle. But it didn’t matter- tonight, everyone was Irish. The bar was crowded three deep and the trio took turns wading through the sea of drunken green to wave down Chris, the bartender, and order more rounds.
Y/N was nursing a Guinness like it was poison, but knocking back whiskies like they were the cure.
“I hate this stuff,” she said behind a hiccup, voice carrying over the throng and across the table to Dean, who was the picture of calm with a thick, foamy mustache. “Tastes like bread!”
He laughed and licked the head from his lips. “Then why do you keep drinking it?” he yelled back, leaning over the table to get closer to her.
She shrugged and batted her lashes innocently. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a dumb floosy at the bar tonight. Besides, everyone’s Irish on Saint Patty’s Day!”