followstheorders | In the light of day.

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In the light of day.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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Once they were both dressed and he had everything he'd need, he headed for the living room and the door. He paused, looking over at Dean. "You ready to head down?"

"Yeah, I think so." Dean followed behind him out the door and down to the bar. He had to smile a little at himself. It was amusing and completely unsurprising how easily he fell into a following role. It was a good thing Nathaniel was into that sort of thing, he supposed.

Getting the bar unlocked, he headed inside to hit the lights and go to start opening up. Anytime now, the employees would be filtering in for their shifts and customers would probably start piling in. "You think you remember what to do yesterday or do you need me to give you the rundown again?"

"I think I can get it." Dean was pretty good with procedures. He'd been learning to execute them precisely all his life. He got busy getting things set up and greeting the employees he recognized as they filtered in.

While Dean did that, Nathaniel stepped off in the back. Had to do some paperwork and handle some other business, but he figured Dean would call him if he needed the help. When he finished though, he was back out in the bar to check on things and greet a few of the regulars that had come in.

Things were going pretty smoothly. Getting busy, but nothing he couldn't handle. He wasn't alone, anyway. Nathaniel's regular bartender had come in while Dean was setting up. Now they were hustling drinks out fast for the customers at the bar and the waiters running them to the tables.

Dean was starting to really enjoy this. In another life, he'd have made a hell of a bartender.

He leaned against the bar, watching Dean work quietly a few minutes. The guy really was a natural at what he was doing... too bad he couldn't keep him. Maybe in more ways than just the one. "Looking good there."

Dean looked up at Nathaniel's voice and wandered down the bar to lean near him and wipe down the bar top. He grinned happily. "Thanks, boss. Want a beer?"

"Maybe later, Dean." He leaned forward a little more, watching Dean as he wiped down the bar. He looked pretty settled in the job too, which made it even better. "So no more heathens who only like sports cars showing up tonight?"

"Not so far, but I've got my eye out for them." Dean answered in a mock conspiratorial voice. He hadn't been there long enough to know if the car guy from the night before was a regular or not, but he'd had a few lively conversations with others tonight, so he was having a good time.

Nathaniel let out a soft laugh at that and shook his head. He looked up before leaning in a little closer to tease, "You keep watch. You gotta keep an eye on heathens like that."

"Oh, don't worry. They won't get past me." Dean leaned in to give him a playful grin. If the bar hadn't been full of people, he'd have kissed him, but right now he just had to be satisfied with a wink.

He stepped away a moment to take an order and refresh a few drinks before he came back to Nathaniel. "How's it looking tonight, boss man?"

"'Course not. You probably have some kind of sixth sense." If there weren't people here and if it wouldn't be more than a little unprofessional... he'd definitely have gone in for a kiss. Right now, he'd have to just stick with looks for now.

"Looking good. You really bring'em in, I guess. Too bad I can't keep you."

Dean smiled, glancing down at the bar top a moment while he wiped it. There have been times over the years when someone he was with hinted at wanting more. It was rare that he really kind of wanted the same thing.

Then again, he could be misreading the situation entirely. Nathaniel could just be talking about bartending. "Yeah, well, it's one of my many charms. You'd get tired of me fighting with the customers over cars sooner or later, though."

It was general for a reason... this was still so new, last thing he wanted was to scare Dean off with any talk about something more serious. Nathaniel might not have protested it if it did happen though... they got along so far, had some things in common.

But thinking about stuff like that right now wouldn't really help their situation at all. "Right... I would have to keep an eye on you if you chase off my customers, even the soulless ones."

For now, Dean was happy to just enjoy what they had going. Maybe they could find a way to make it into something more. He didn't think he'd be too opposed to that.

"You don't need soulless customers! They're bad karma." Dean grinned at him, leaning in a little to keep from being overhead. "You can still keep an eye on me, though."

Maybe they could or maybe they couldn't. Nathaniel wasn't going to dwell on it. They'd see where this went from here... even if it didn't become something more, they were still having a memorable time here.

"Oh, I have been. All night," he answered, tone low an teasing. "Better not slack off if you want a good evaluation. Wouldn't want to have to get rough on you."

"Me? Slack off? Never!" Dean grinned again. "I work hard." Innuendos were such fun.

"Yeah, I've noticed." He grinned a little in return before slipping to his feet.

"Got some work to handle in the back. You know what to do if you need me." Figured Dean had everything under control for right now, so he was going to go finish up some of his own work. As much as he was enjoying tonight, he kind of hoped it would pass by faster.

"Aye, aye Captain!" Dean tossed off a playful salute and went back to his work. It was busy enough to keep him moving and that meant the night would go by faster. Since he was kind of looking forward to tonight, that wasn't a bad thing at all.

The night did go by faster than even Nathaniel had planned. Soon, it was almost last-call and Nathaniel finally decided to peek his head back in on Dean instead of just his quick glimpses when he happened to pass through.

"Almost made it through your second night, Dean."

Dean was already stacking dirty glasses in the trays to carry to the wash room. The last customers were milling around, finishing off drinks. Dean let the other bartender handle the last of the drinks while he started the cleanup.

He looked over at Nathaniel and flashed him a grin. "Just about. What do you think, boss? Do I get my good review?"

"Mmm..." He gave a thoughtful hum and crossed his arms as he considered the question.

"Maybe, but I think I might hold off. See how well you perform a couple other things for me first, you know?"

"Sounds like a challenge. I like a good challenge." Dean grinned at Nathaniel as he passed by to take the dishes into the wash room. He remembered what he'd been told about after closing. The closer it got to closing time, the harder it was to be still. Man, he wanted those doors locked.

He flashed a grin in return at those words. Oh, that was good information to know, definitely. They were going to have fun tonight... or at least, he hoped to hell they did.

When everyone had finally filtered out besides him and Dean, Nathaniel felt a little more relaxed, didn't feel much need to be guarded on what he said or did with Dean. He looked up from where he was scrubbing up the counters and flashed a smile.

"Dean, you finished over there?"

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