FICLET: "Texas Two-Step" [Dean (SPN)/Tyra (FNL)]
Despite actually sleeping through the night, I'm absolutely exhausted today. Work is going a little bit better, although still not great. On the plus side, I have all sorts of crazy potential fics rolling around in my head, thanks to the prompts I received on my last post. (Which is still technically open, if anyone wants to join the fun.) I have to say, I really want some of whatever you guys were smoking when you came up with those pairings!
Here's the first one, for better or for worse.
Title: "Texas Two-Step"
Author: angel_grace
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Tyra Collette
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 435
Spoilers: If you've ever watched either Supernatural or Friday Night Lights, none of this should be a surprise.
Summary: Dean is looking to relax, and runs into someone oddly familiar. Ficlet, prompted by halfway2home.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine.
Dean took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving the somewhat weary-looking stripper gyrating on the stage. Dillon, Texas didn't exactly offer the finest in nighttime entertainment, but he'd never been too picky when it involved naked women.
There was a commotion near the door, and he turned, senses kicking to high alert. Too many years of hunting.
A slender blonde was arguing with the bouncer. "But I need to talk to my sister!"
The beefy man finally shrugged, and let her in. Dean tracked her with his eyes as she made a beeline for the back of the club, and then he turned his attention back to the stage.
Five minutes later, someone sat down next to him. He glanced over, and it was the blonde from the door.
"You new in town?" she asked.
"Just passing..." The words died on his lips as he got a good look at her face, a tendril of fear uncurling in his gut. "Jess? Is that you?" He knew, rationally, that it couldn't be, but the resemblance was damn uncanny.
She gave him a funny look. "Name's Tyra. You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
His smile was bitter. "Several, actually."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. You just reminded me of someone, that's all."
She stared at him a moment, evaluating him. "You haven't told me your name," she finally said.
"Dean," he replied, choosing, as she had, to leave it at first names.
"What brings you to Dillon, Dean? It's not exactly a real exciting place."
"Like I said, I'm just passing through."
She leaned towards him, the neck of her blouse gaping open and offering him a nice view of her cleavage. "You passing through alone?"
He took another sip of beer to hide his grin. She certainly wasn't shy. "On a road trip with my brother, actually. He's asleep back at the hotel."
She scooted closer, and her hand found his thigh. "His loss," she murmured.
"I don't think Sammy could handle you." In more ways than one, he added silently.
Her hand slid up his thigh, tantalizing, tempting. "And what about you? Can you handle me?"
"Baby, I can handle anything."
They managed to make it to the backseat of the Impala before they started tearing each other's clothes off. As she worked down the zipper of his jeans, he wondered what it said about him, that he was willing to fuck someone who could be his brother's dead girlfriend's twin. But then her hand was on his cock, and he didn't think much at all after that.
Here's the first one, for better or for worse.
Title: "Texas Two-Step"
Author: angel_grace
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Tyra Collette
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 435
Spoilers: If you've ever watched either Supernatural or Friday Night Lights, none of this should be a surprise.
Summary: Dean is looking to relax, and runs into someone oddly familiar. Ficlet, prompted by halfway2home.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine.
Dean took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving the somewhat weary-looking stripper gyrating on the stage. Dillon, Texas didn't exactly offer the finest in nighttime entertainment, but he'd never been too picky when it involved naked women.
There was a commotion near the door, and he turned, senses kicking to high alert. Too many years of hunting.
A slender blonde was arguing with the bouncer. "But I need to talk to my sister!"
The beefy man finally shrugged, and let her in. Dean tracked her with his eyes as she made a beeline for the back of the club, and then he turned his attention back to the stage.
Five minutes later, someone sat down next to him. He glanced over, and it was the blonde from the door.
"You new in town?" she asked.
"Just passing..." The words died on his lips as he got a good look at her face, a tendril of fear uncurling in his gut. "Jess? Is that you?" He knew, rationally, that it couldn't be, but the resemblance was damn uncanny.
She gave him a funny look. "Name's Tyra. You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
His smile was bitter. "Several, actually."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. You just reminded me of someone, that's all."
She stared at him a moment, evaluating him. "You haven't told me your name," she finally said.
"Dean," he replied, choosing, as she had, to leave it at first names.
"What brings you to Dillon, Dean? It's not exactly a real exciting place."
"Like I said, I'm just passing through."
She leaned towards him, the neck of her blouse gaping open and offering him a nice view of her cleavage. "You passing through alone?"
He took another sip of beer to hide his grin. She certainly wasn't shy. "On a road trip with my brother, actually. He's asleep back at the hotel."
She scooted closer, and her hand found his thigh. "His loss," she murmured.
"I don't think Sammy could handle you." In more ways than one, he added silently.
Her hand slid up his thigh, tantalizing, tempting. "And what about you? Can you handle me?"
"Baby, I can handle anything."
They managed to make it to the backseat of the Impala before they started tearing each other's clothes off. As she worked down the zipper of his jeans, he wondered what it said about him, that he was willing to fuck someone who could be his brother's dead girlfriend's twin. But then her hand was on his cock, and he didn't think much at all after that.