"Let's go back to your place, sir."
From Create Your Own Story
You both leave the curtained back room together, Dean's hand possessively on your shoulder as you walk in front of him. The bar is definitely winding down now, and most people have left. You didn't realize just how late it was getting.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, the bouncer turns and looks at the two of you, and then shakes his head. "Lucky fuck," he says. You feel your face color, as you realize he's talking about Dean getting to take you home.
Dean shoots the bouncer a look heavy with meaning. "Luck's got nothing to do with it."
"If you say so," the bouncer grins. "You and me, no comparison."
Dean frowns.
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