Winchester's - Hello! This is the first chapter in what I'm hoping will be a multi chapter fic. There is Destiel and Sabriel, just warning, but as of now it is just rated 'T'. That could change depending on how the story goes. I am going to try to update every Monday, but there is a chance that it could be sooner or later, depending on my schedule.

Disclaimer – I don't own anything here. All Supernatural characters belong to the CW.

The bar was extremely loud tonight. There were groups of people standing around the pool table in the back while they cheered on their friends. More people were sitting at the booths or tables. But almost everyone was paying attention to the bartenders as they served rounds to those standing or sitting at the bar. Behind both of the men was a silver tile wall with a black sign with silver letters that spelt out 'Winchester's'. On either side of the sign were glass shelves that held glasses and drinks. Underneath was a silver sink to wash glasses with a black counter extending from either side. At the very end of the wall furthers from the door was a polished red door that led to the kitchen.

"Can I get five house brews Dean? Stop goofing off and serve!"

"Sure thing Jo." Dean looked over from the group of college girls that he was currently entertaining.

"Now." Jo put the hand that wasn't currently holding a red tray on her hip.

"If you ladies could excuse me for one moment." Dean winked at the girls before he walked over to the tap.

"How's Sam doing down there?" Dean nodded toward the end of the bar where Sam was currently pouring shots.

"Fine, I think that he got three numbers so far."

"Damn it, I'm only leading by two." Dean muttered as he gave the glasses to Jo.

Rolling her eyes, she excited the bar. Working her way around the crowd, she arrived at the table that she was currently serving. "Do you need anything else?" She asked as she served them their drinks.

One of the guys sitting there grinned at her before asking, "What time does the kitchen close sweetheart?"

"Eleven." After looking at the red clock that hung over the pool table she continued, "So if you have everything ready I can take it back now. Otherwise, I don't know if it will get in."

Jo pulled a black notebook out of her apron to write down their order. "Alright, that'll be right out." After smiling at the table she made her way back to the bar.

She had to push through a crowd of people to even reach the bar. After Jo finally got there, she headed into the kitchen. "Benny, one more order for the night!"

Benny turned around from the stove that he was currently working at. "I don't think that anyone needs food at ten-fifty at night!"

"I don't know Benny. You look pretty happy when you get paid for cooking, and the later you go the more you get."

Benny mumbled something under his breath before he snatched the order from Jo.

Before she left the kitchen, Jo grabbed the tray of food that Benny needed serving.

"Thanks."

Benny waved a hand signaling her to get out of the kitchen. Jo pushed open the door and walked over to the table that ordered it. She saw some guys by the pool table that looked like they were going to start a fight, so she whistled and waved at Dean.

Dean looked up from the bar where he was currently demonstrating his bartending skills when he heard Jo whistle. In the back of the bar, two guys were fighting over the pool table. It wasn't common that some douche started a fight in the bar, but Dean was an expert of pulling them apart and kicking them out.

"Sammy, come serve these ladies." He hollered down to his brother.

Sam walked over to where Dean was just standing. "What's the matter?"

"Just some dudes messing around. I swear if someone fucking breaks another of my cues someone is getting hurt." Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder before he excited the bar.

Dean strutted over to the table. "The fuck are you doing?"

One of the guys went to throw a punch at Dean, but he caught it and twisted his arm. "You have thirty seconds to pay for whatever you bought and get out of my bar or I'll carry you out."

The group of guys eyed each other nervously before one pulled out a fifty and slapped it on the table. "That covers it. Sorry for the trouble."

The guy who paid grabbed the guy who threw a punch by the bicep to pull him out of the bar. "Let's go."

"Fine, but don't think this is over." He glared at one of the men still in the bar.

"You." Dean pointed to the other man who was fighting, "Out too."

The group quickly left after that. Dean reached over and picked up the fifty and whistled. Jo walked over after the group had cleared the building and raised her eyebrow.

"What was that about?"

"I don't know, and I don't really care. They can have their pissing match somewhere else."

Dean walked back to the bar after checking on a few of the customers. Jo was still going around cleaning empty tables and collecting garbage.

"Hey, Sam, your shift had been over for about fifteen minutes now. You can go." Dean took the glasses that Sam was currently filling up.

"You sure? It's still pretty busy here." Sam looked around the bar. It was slowly beginning to empty, but there were still a lot of people.

"Yes I'm sure. Don't you have a test to study for or something?" Dean took the glasses to another group of people, most of which were stuck to each other's lips.

"No, and it's the weekend, so you can't say that I need to 'go to classes in the morning'." Sam walked a little further down the bar to collect some more plates.

"Don't tell me that you still don't want to be at your apartment more than you need to." Dean grinned at Sam.

Sam ignored the question as he opened the door to the kitchen. "Hey, Benny, I got more dishes for you."

"Sam, your shift ended twenty minutes ago. Dean keeping you later?" Benny took the plates and set them in the sink.

"Just the opposite. Do you need help in here?"

Benny glanced at the pile of dishes that were sitting on the counters before answering, "I think that I'll be good. Just make sure that Dean's washing the glasses out there. I don't need a whole pile of glasses in here when there is a sink out there."

Sam nodded before he headed back out of the kitchen. Jo almost collided with him when she tried to bring more dishes into the back. "Sorry Sam!"

"Need help Jo?" Sam was getting desperate. He didn't want Dean to keep bothering him about not going home.

"No thanks."

"Damn" Sam went back to serving drinks before Dean came back.

"So what's the matter Sammy?" Dean took the empty glasses as he walked back over to the sink.

"It's still not about Jess, is it?"

"Knock it off Dean." Sam leaned against the counter to face Dean.

"You dated her for what, two years, and then discovered that you like guys, what's the deal?"

"The 'deal' is that I felt bad leaving her. She cried for a week after dumped her. I can't go to the apartment without feeling guilty."

"Oh. . . I don't get it." Dean stopped scrubbing glasses for a moment to look at Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes as he looked over to the doors. They were a dark brown that matched the floors, bar, and tables with glass at the top. The glass had 'Winchester's' on it to match the sign and bar. Two more men came in. One was wearing a suit, tie, and a tan trench coat, while the other was wearing jeans, a button down and a jacket. The one with messy black hair began to walk toward a booth, but the shorter one pulled him to one of the empty red stools at the end of the bar.

Seeing that Dean was too busy with the glasses, Sam walked down to the new arrivals. "Hi, the kitchen is closed, but bar's still open. Menu's over there if you want to know everything we have."

She shorter one smiled at Sam, "Are you on the menu?"

"Gabriel, knock it off." The trench coat man hissed.

"Do cheesy pickup lines normally work on people?"

"I don't know kiddo, you tell me."

"No, what would you like?"

"Two bottles of whatever's cold." Gabriel smirked and leaned on the bar.

Sam reached under the bar and opened one of the mini fridges. He pulled out two bottles and set them in front of Gabriel and trench coat man.

"So, you work often?"

"I help my brother own the place, yea, but I go to Stanford so I'm only here at night really, except for weekends." Sam put his hands on the lower part of the bar and smirked. "I haven't seen you here before."

"I needed a change of scenery, and Cas here had an extra room." Gabriel pointed a thumb at Cas before continuing, "And I thought why the hell not? I started working at the ice-cream and candy shop down a few blocks about two months ago. I've been trying to get out and know the town now."

Sam grinned as Gabriel took a swing of his beer, "What about you Cas?"

Cas turned to look at Sam with the bluest eyes that he'd ever seen, "I teach history at Stanford."

Nodding, Sam continued, "Nice. I thought that I might have seen you around campus, but I don't take that class."

"What are you going for Sam?" Gabriel put his beer back on the bar as he asked Sam.

"Law, I want to be a lawyer."

"So he's smart and handsome." Gabriel smirked when Sam blushed.

"Sammy, come wash these!" Sam turned around to see Dean standing a little further down the bar with easily fifteen glasses on the lower part of the bar. He figured Dean had been pulling them away from customers to make more room and just setting them there.

"Figures that Dean would wash three glasses then get bored. Sorry, got to go."

Gabriel winked at Sam as he walked away.

"Stop doing that Gabriel." Cas looked down at the bottle in front of him.

"Can't a guy have a little fun sometimes? Speaking of which, you aren't leaving this bar until you finish that." Gabriela pointed to the untouched bottle.

"Sorry, you can't stay forever." Behind the bar, Dean walked over to the empty space beside Cas and began to wipe the counter.

Cas watched Dean as he reached across the bar. Not trusting himself to say anything, he took a huge swing of beer. After Dean finished cleaning the bar more customers came to sit down. Cas continued staring at Dean when he turned away because "Damn that ass"

"What are you doing Cas?" Gabriel nudged him.

"Nothing."

"You're checking out the older Winchester aren't you?"

Cas tried to ignore the blush that was creeping up his cheeks.

"I knew it!"

"Shut up Gabriel. I saw how you were looking at Sam."

Dean walked back over to them after he put more glasses back on the shelves. "How are you doing?"

Cas looked down at the bar and admired the little red flakes in the shiny black counter.

"Fine, Cas here is just shy."

"Well, then, alright." Dean shrugged before he went to gather more empty glasses.

Cas looked around the bar before he turned to Gabriel. "Let's go. It's getting pretty late."

"So what? Is midnight past Castiel's bedtime?" Gabriel laughed.

He motioned for Sam to come back down to him and Cas. He nodded as he put more glasses away.

"What do you need Gabriel?" Sam took the empty bottle from Gabriel and threw it in one of the recycling bins under the counter.

"I need to know how much that was."

"Just two bottles? Five dollars."

Gabriel handed Sam a ten and smirked, "See you round kiddo."

Sam smiled as the duo left the bar. He looked back toward the pool table to see Jo playing with a group of guys. She would go up and pretend to be bad at it, only to kick their asses. He's gotten more than one complaint about her hustling, but she normally bought the loser a round so they would stick around. Some would even bring their buddies the next night to watch them get their asses handed to them by Jo.

He walked over to where Dean was entertaining a group of people. They all seemed pretty wasted already, but there were some that could still drink. Deciding that there were enough people to help at the bar, Sam went into the back. He grabbed his wallet from Dean's desk and left.

"Hey Dean, I'm going home now. See you at noon." Sam waved as he exited the bar.

Dean waved back before he turned back to the girl in front of him.

"So, what are you doing later tonight?" She purred.

"I wish that I could say taking you home, but unfortunately, I need to close tonight."

The girl pouted her lips before she nodded.

"Maybe if I'm free I'll take you home." Dean winked before he went to pick up some dishes on the empty tables. It was about a quarter past midnight when he exited the kitchen.

"Last call." He announced.

There was loud cheering coming from the back of the bar. Dean looked to see that someone was high fiving Jo. Figuring that someone lost at a game of pool, he pulled a bottle out from under the counter.

Jo came over and took it, "Thanks Dean."

Dean nodded as he watched her go back to the pool table. She handed it to the guy that was in the middle of the group. After serving a few more bottles, he went back into the kitchen.

"Hey Benny, how's it going?"

Benny came back out from behind the shelves and grinned, "Any other dishes?"

"No, Everyone started to clear out around midnight today. There are about thirty people in the bar now. No one was eating, either."

Benny nodded before he untied the apron that he was wearing. "Alright, bar closes in half an hour so we got some time." He hung up the apron before exiting the kitchen.

Dean followed behind him. There was still the group that Dean had been serving earlier and the group that was by the pool table and a few people milling around.

"You can go Benny."

"Sure?"

"You got all of the dishes?"

Benny nodded.

"Yea, knock yourself out." Dean grinned when Benny left behind the bar.

"See you at eleven then, brother."

Dean waved as Benny left the bar.

Jo came back over from where she was and patted Dean on the shoulder.

"Just you and me then huh?" Jo smiled and looked out at the bar.

She helped as much as Dean to get it started. When Dean first opened it up, she recommended Benny as the cook, and later Ash to help with bills and taxes when Dean and Sam didn't have time.

After cleaning up a few more tables and throwing away more bottles, Jo came back behind the bar.

"Alright guys, it's one. I'm closing." Dean announced much to the dismay of the people there.

After everyone had cleared out, he and Jo finished cleaning up the place. Dean wiped down the bar and restocked the fridges while Jo cleaned off the tables and swept the floor.

"See you tomorrow then?" Jo turned to Dean.

"Yea, if that works. If not, just call."

Dean went back into the office to grab his keys and wallet. When he returned, Jo had already left the building. He sighed as he turned off all of the lights. Securing the door behind him, Dean left the bar and walked over to the impala.

"Hey baby." Dean ran a hand on the roof of the car before he slid into the driver's side.

After Dean started the car he turned on the stereo. Determining that AC/DC was a good band to drive home to; he pulled out of the bar. It was in the middle of Palo Alto, with college student housing nearby and plenty of other stores to attract visitors. When Dean bought the building, it was dilapidated and there was no way that a bar could even be there for the first few months of construction. Luckily, it was a one of the few buildings that wasn't connected to others and had its own parking lot. Dean smiled when he thought about how far the bar has come. Most of the profit was used to help Sam pay for college and anything he might need. Sam had no other way to help pay for anything otherwise. They both knew that John would just tell Sam to drop out if he didn't have enough money and join the marines.

Dean pulled up to the old apartment building that he rented. It was a ten minute drive from the bar, but a lot cheaper than trying to buy something nearby. After he locked the impala, Dean headed inside. His apartment was on the fifth floor and he was too tired to take the stairs so he waited for the elevator. Once he got to his floor he unlocked his apartment.

It had two bedrooms, one of which was occupied by Sam when there was winter break or summer vacation. Without him, it seemed kind of empty. After passing the living room and kitchen he entered the first bedroom. Dean didn't even bother with getting changed from his outfit. He was too tired to. Sleeping sounded way too good to him right now.

A/N- Thanks for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you think I should fix or work on for the next chapters!