It was just like any other night, serving his regulars with the occasional tourists or the people just passing through. In which he new the type all to well as he used to be one himself several years back. Hes not really paying much attention as to who is there, singing along with the jukebox when his heart skips a beat hearing that song. That song he purposefully kept hidden in the very back of the flipcards. Dean tries to play it off, busying himself with cleaning glasses and restocking bottles and even cutting up the fruit he used for certain drinks. It wasnt helping; his mind kept slipping back to nights that she would stay up with him, just talking as they laid in each others arms. Or times when they would be driving and the man would sing to her.  There was a dark haired woman still standing there, the Winchester hadnt really noticed her as he kept busy with the patrons at his bar. But then she turned around causing Dean to drop a glass, sending it shattering all across the floor behind the bar. âCiara?!â a puzzled look on his face, the color draining out of his face just like heâd seen a ghost standing right their in his own bar. Surely this was not her, maybe it was just wishful thinking. Sheâd gone back overseas with no intentions of coming back to the states. Or at least that was the understanding that Dean had when he last saw her. Yeah, it broke his heart because he truly love the woman..wanted to marry her, have a couple kids. But life had other plans for them.Â
