Dean smirked at the answer. He'd be happy with whatever Nathaniel decided to do. Nothing they'd done yet had disappointed him. And maybe it was too weird to ask a still semi-stranger for something like what he'd mentioned before. Dean was still in one night stand mode, where he had to get everything he could before left or was asked to leave.

He moved back down the bar, checking drinks and giving refills, taking money and delivering change. Even got a tip or three. It was kind of nice to know he could hold a normal job if he ever wanted to.