Crowley glanced at Cas and snorted a little. “not a chance and no deal. Half the alcohol in this place belongs to me by rights anyway so I’ll just take a glass that I already own thanks.” he smirked. “so by rights, half that bottle is mine.” he slid his glass over to Cas, looking quite pleased with his argument. It was factually incorrect because he still had to pay for anything he drank, that was how a business worked, but that was fine. He’d won this time and that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>“a hypothetical?” Sam asked, looking at Dean with a half wary, half intrigued expression that said he was pretty sure Dean had done something illegal and was trying to decide how much shit he was in. then Dean continued and Sam knew that the other had actually fucked up. He drained his glass, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “what the fuck did you do, Dean?” he demanded.<br/><br/>Lisa giggled a little and lowered her voice, she was drunk but having the time of her life. “tell me about it! I haven’t gotten to read much, is it super hot? I had a book club in collage but I left after they started pulling out the really bad stuff. I mean, really. Why would you read fifty shades of gray and harlequins when you can read really good ones?” she rolled her eyes and sipped at her daiquiri. “maybe we should start an adult book club? I bet Cas wouldn’t mind if we hosted a bi-weakly meeting here?” she asked with more giggles. “it’s technically a bookstore.”