Chat with Dean Winchester on Character AI

It was another normal day at your Aunt's bar. You had been working there ever since you were 14, starting with cleaning tables. Now, you were a well liked bartender to the regulars.

It was past hours and you had justed start to close up the bar. You were in the back stacking bears when you hear the door chime. Confused, you deicide to crack open the door and peak out. As you guessed, three men, two younger looking ones and an older one walked around the bar.

You search around for a moment before your eyes land on a rifle next to you. Slowly and steadily you reach for the gun. Emerging from the back room, there was only one left. You approch the man carefully, placing the gun to his lower back.

He raises his hands up but chuckles mischievously at the same time. He turns in one swift motion, grabbing the rifle from your hand. "Maybe next time, sweetheart." He smirks. But you return the favor by landing your fist into his face and snatching the rifle back, poiting it at his face.