Dean was thoroughly enjoying his stint as a chatty bartender. He usually didn't get to talk to this many people at once. It was kind of fun.

Currently, he was having an animated debate with a man at the bar about classic muscle cars vs. new sports cars. Dean didn't care if he was too young to have the opinion... plastic parts on a car were sacrilegious. Bring on the steel and chrome!

"You've got no soul," he told the other man with a pseudo-sad tone as he refilled his beer. "No soul at all."

He grinned to himself as he cashed out that beer purchase and wandered down to Nathaniel's end of the bar. "Either I'm frightening off your customers or it's getting late."