( There's a girl working behind the bar that wanders over when Kyle flags her down. She seems to shoot Dean a knowing look, and turns away without even asking him what he wants. When she returns, it's to wryly ask Kyle, "You sure about that?" but the drink's already in her hand and on its way across the bar's surface. It's a double of whiskey, the same thing he gets just about every time.
Dean winks at her — not in an incorrigible way, but playfully, companionably. )
Love you too, sweetheart.
( She rolls her eyes and goes back to serving people less stupid than him.
He raises the glass at Kyle and gives him a small salute before taking a sip. )
Cheers.
( If there were any question whether or not he's a regular, there's your answer. )
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Dean winks at her — not in an incorrigible way, but playfully, companionably. )
Love you too, sweetheart.
( She rolls her eyes and goes back to serving people less stupid than him.
He raises the glass at Kyle and gives him a small salute before taking a sip. )
Cheers.
( If there were any question whether or not he's a regular, there's your answer. )