Supernatural one shots

Zombie

Hey guys,

tonight this imagine is going to be a little more serious. With everything going on in the world, I don't want to put a political view on it. I want to put my humanity view on it. We must realize that we're lacking it. Our Humanity. 

So, tonight. For everyone who has lost someone in more ways than one, whether it be to gun violence, terrorism, vile acts of assault, etc. This is for you.

You wiped down the bar as Eran, another bartender, came back from his break. You smiled pleasantly and handed him the rag. He gave you a flat glare and snatched it from you.

"If I gave you a straw, would you go suck the fun out of someone else's day?" He snorts sarcastically, draping it over his shoulder. You grinned deviously, a playful gleam dancing in your eyes.

"Why would I want to do that? With me around, everything is a wild ride." With a wicked smile on your lips, you wink at him and round the bar. You glanced to the clock, then back to Eran. "Hey, it's karaoke night, right?"

Eran looked at the board, then glanced back at you with a curious expression. "Yeah, but no one has started for the night. Are you about to go up there?"

Nodding, you beamed a bright smile at him. "Hell yeah. If it runs a little longer than expected, cover me."

"You're worried about not making it back from you break on time?" He asked dryly. "You own the place. You're my boss!"

Rolling your eyes, you sashayed up to the stage with a trace of a laugh on your lips. "Shut your face, Eran."

Jensen and Jared pushed the door open, entering your bar, Wolf Spirits. It was an old fashioned, hole in the wall, down to earth kind of place. People became regular patrons and regular patrons became family. They made their way to the bar, a rich dark mahogany oval structure with an above structure in the same fashion. The shelves of liquor were placed on the wooden structure in the middle, while coolers of beer were just behind the bar top and build into the lower counter. Tables were placed openly between the bar and booths, giving it a more organized and inviting environment.

Jensen placed his jacket on the back of his stool, turning his gaze slowly about the space as he sat. "This is a nice place. How come we've never been here before?"

"Because we're always busy with work or with family." Jared laughed huskily, shaking his head. He watched as Eran walked over and stopped in front of them. He smiled warmly at them.

"What kind of spirits can I start you boys off with?" Eran asked cheerfully. Glancing between them, he furrowed his brows. "Aren't you guys the actors from Supernatural?"

Jensen hung his head, laughing lowly. "Yeah, man."

"Do- Do you want an autograph?" Jared asked nervously. Eran laughed robustly then, suddenly beaming with humor.

"No, no. Not for me at least." He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the bar. He quickly glanced to you, noticing as you were still hooking up the system. "Y'all see the little lady up there on stage?"

Jared and Jensen leaned back in their seats, brows raised as they gazed at the stage. You had been hooking up some cords, switching on amps and stereos, and occasionally making easy conversation with a few patrons. The boys leaned back forward, serious expressions etched into their features.

"You have my attention." Jensen drawled out slowly, his southern accent thick with curiosity. Eran let out a gruff laugh, carding his fingers through his messily mused hair. "She's a huge fan. If y'all could stay until after her performance and talk to her, hell, you'd make her night." He looked down, sighing heavily. Jared and Jensen exchanged worried gazes. "I only say this because I care, but, [Reader] has been acting differently. Distant. Like something has been weighing on her chest. But, she's stubborn- as a bull, might I add."