"November Rain and Lightning Crashes" 8
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November Rain and Lightning Crashes
Continued from 7
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations
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8
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Things carried on in pretty much the same trend for the next week or so. That is to say, Mary constantly having to pinch or poke or nudge Sue.
"Hey - quit looking so smug. The clients are gonna think you're high." The expression on Sue's face said enough. Mary rolled her eyes. "Okay, I KNOW you're high. But...they don't know it's high on Dean-lovin', and you're not, like, tripping on Ecstasy or happy pills, or something."
Then there was Sam. Mary knew him well enough to know that he was still suspicious. Though strangely, he was leaving it alone.
Although Sue and Dean REALLY still weren't doing a good job of 'hiding' things. Mary was beginning to doubt they actually still wanted to hide it - the them screwing part, that was.
Frankly, apart from the fact that Mary was happy for Sue, it was starting to get on her nerves a bit. When Dean would disappear off somewhere, and Sue would excuse herself mere minutes later. They'd both return, the most fake innocent looks possible plastered on their faces.
The four of them often had lunch together, in a little air-conditioned back room, that lead off from the storeroom.
Dean was sitting in the swivel chair, swinging it this way and that, when Sam suggested they all go out for lunch one afternoon.
Mary hadn't missed the looks that Sue and Dean had been giving each other.
"Nah," Dean said after a pause, "you and Mare go get lunch. Don't really feel like going anywhere right now." He'd not taken his eyes off Sue the entire time he'd spoken.
Sam gave Sue a questioning frown, but even before he could say anything, Mary sighed. She grabbed Sam's arm, and dragged him out of the room.
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Dean gave Sue a slow smile. She approached him, shaking her head. "Y'know, we really aren't doing too good a job of keeping this a secret." She planted herself firmly in his lap. "Do you even still care if he finds out?"
Dean shrugged, one hand gliding up Sue's thigh under her dress. "Not about this, no - not so much. It's just...you and me." He almost whispered the last bit, lips against hers. Then he suddenly pulled away a little, raising an eyebrow at Sue.
The hand under her dress was on her ass - encountering bare skin. "Came prepared?"
It was Sue's turn to shrug. "Less trouble."
Dean grinned mischievously, putting both hands on her ass. "I like," he growled, pulling her into a hard kiss.
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"How the heck did we end up on the floor?" Dean's hair was still damp with sweat, making it stand up in unruly spikes as he ran a hand over it.
Sue seemed thoughtful. Although in her current state, thought-processing wasn't coming all that easily. "Dunno. That...damn chair's too small."
Dean nodded, like that made sense. They laid in silence for a bit.
"Y'know," Sue suddenly said, lifting onto an elbow to look at Dean, "we should...go away. Take a break."
Dean looked thoroughly confused. "Huh?"
"No, I don't mean just you and me. I mean the four of us. Sam and Mary, too." She laid back down beside him. "Think about it - it'd be nice. We've never done anything like that together."
There was a pause.
"So...are you saying...somewhere in particular, or..." Dean asked.
"No - like...a road-trip. Just...everywhere. No-where. Y'know?"
This time Dean lifted onto one elbow over Sue. He gave her a frank look. "Did I accidentally make you bump your head against something that I don't know about?"
Sue rolled her eyes. "Just...think about it? I mean, after everything that's happened..." she paused, "I thought...it would be nice to get away."
"We can't just...up and leave, Sue."
"Sure, we can. Mary's dad won't mind. You've never asked for time off in, what - six years? C'mon. And besides, it's Mary's dad - if she's going..." She gave him an imploring look.
Dean sighed, sitting up. "I dunno. What about money?"
"Not a problem," Sue said, sitting up, too. "I bet between the four of us, we've got more than enough saved up to, y'know...spend a little?" She nudged Dean's arm. "What d'you think?"
Dean looked at her. He started smiling. "Well...I can't say I haven't been burning to get Baby out on the road again."
Sue let out a happy little squeal, hugging Dean.
"Hoo...hold on. Don't be too happy. We still need to ask sour-puss what he thinks."
The smile fled from Sue's face. "Oh - you mean Sam." Then she shook her head. "Nah, I'll just get Mary to convince him. She's good at that, in case you haven't noticed."
"You think she'll wanna? Go on the road-trip, I mean."
"Hey, I'm MAKING her go. She...she needs it, too, I think."
Dean frowned. "Yeah, she has been looking kinda down. You know what's up with her?"
"Uh, yeah, I do." She paused. "Don't you?"
Dean shrugged. His face clearly stated he had no clue. Great, Sue thought - the Winchesters and their ever oblivious-ness.
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Turned out, the problem wasn't convincing Sam. He actually agreed pretty readily to the idea of the trip. Especially when Dean pulled the 'I wanna bond with my little bro' trick.
Mary, however, was another story.
Sue cringed in sympathy as she talked to Mary about it one evening. "It's really...THAT bad?"
The look on Mary's face said enough.
"Well...maybe...maybe if we go on this trip, spending all that time so close together, maybe..."
"Maybe, what - he'll all of a sudden start seeing me as something other than 'little sis Mary'? Give me a break."
Sue shook her head sadly. "I wish he would get a clue already."
Mary got up from her bed, walking over to the window. "Yeah, right. I've told you before - Sam HAS no clue, about any of it. I mean, you should see him when chicks pull the moves on him - which happens A LOT, believe me. He either blushes like a school-girl, or just...acts like he's oblivious to the fact that whichever girl is practically throwing herself at him. He doesn't really get the effect he has on women - and especially not the effect he has on me."
"Jeez - you'd think his brother taught him SOMETHING." Sue said incredulously.
"Huh - yeah. Though those genes seems to have missed Sam." Mary paused. "But...I just...don't think the problem is him, anyway."
Sue frowned. "What d'you mean?"
Mary got that look - the look Sue HATED seeing on her friend's face. That sad, lost and lonely look. That look that usually made Sue wanna go drag Sam over by his hair and tell him: This is YOUR fault. "C'mon - no-one looks at me that way. Why would Sam?"
Sue got up, too, joining Mary at the window. She gave her a stern look. "Okay, just cut that crap, right now. Look - you're going on this trip, alright? And, it's not gonna be about Sam, or anything like that. YOU need to get away. Get out of this...this routine. Just...live a little."
Mary looked at Sue, her face still uncertain.
"Please," Sue prompted once more, "it could turn out to be really fun."
After some time, Mary sighed. "Yeah, okay. I mean, someone's gotta be around to keep you and Dean in line." Sue smiled happily, and hugged Mary.
Besides, Sue wasn't so convinced that Sam really only saw Mary as 'little sis' anymore. Not since he'd come back, to find the new and improved, much more streamlined Mary, in the place of the chubby girl he'd remembered.
Sue often thought she saw prolonged glances that Sam gave Mary, when she wasn't looking. There was definitely more than brotherly love going on in those looks.
Sue however never bothered telling Mary this. She'd never buy it in a million years. So Sue kept it to herself, and hoped very much that their road-trip would come to prove her right.
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TBC...
November Rain and Lightning Crashes
Continued from 7
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations
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8
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Things carried on in pretty much the same trend for the next week or so. That is to say, Mary constantly having to pinch or poke or nudge Sue.
"Hey - quit looking so smug. The clients are gonna think you're high." The expression on Sue's face said enough. Mary rolled her eyes. "Okay, I KNOW you're high. But...they don't know it's high on Dean-lovin', and you're not, like, tripping on Ecstasy or happy pills, or something."
Then there was Sam. Mary knew him well enough to know that he was still suspicious. Though strangely, he was leaving it alone.
Although Sue and Dean REALLY still weren't doing a good job of 'hiding' things. Mary was beginning to doubt they actually still wanted to hide it - the them screwing part, that was.
Frankly, apart from the fact that Mary was happy for Sue, it was starting to get on her nerves a bit. When Dean would disappear off somewhere, and Sue would excuse herself mere minutes later. They'd both return, the most fake innocent looks possible plastered on their faces.
The four of them often had lunch together, in a little air-conditioned back room, that lead off from the storeroom.
Dean was sitting in the swivel chair, swinging it this way and that, when Sam suggested they all go out for lunch one afternoon.
Mary hadn't missed the looks that Sue and Dean had been giving each other.
"Nah," Dean said after a pause, "you and Mare go get lunch. Don't really feel like going anywhere right now." He'd not taken his eyes off Sue the entire time he'd spoken.
Sam gave Sue a questioning frown, but even before he could say anything, Mary sighed. She grabbed Sam's arm, and dragged him out of the room.
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Dean gave Sue a slow smile. She approached him, shaking her head. "Y'know, we really aren't doing too good a job of keeping this a secret." She planted herself firmly in his lap. "Do you even still care if he finds out?"
Dean shrugged, one hand gliding up Sue's thigh under her dress. "Not about this, no - not so much. It's just...you and me." He almost whispered the last bit, lips against hers. Then he suddenly pulled away a little, raising an eyebrow at Sue.
The hand under her dress was on her ass - encountering bare skin. "Came prepared?"
It was Sue's turn to shrug. "Less trouble."
Dean grinned mischievously, putting both hands on her ass. "I like," he growled, pulling her into a hard kiss.
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"How the heck did we end up on the floor?" Dean's hair was still damp with sweat, making it stand up in unruly spikes as he ran a hand over it.
Sue seemed thoughtful. Although in her current state, thought-processing wasn't coming all that easily. "Dunno. That...damn chair's too small."
Dean nodded, like that made sense. They laid in silence for a bit.
"Y'know," Sue suddenly said, lifting onto an elbow to look at Dean, "we should...go away. Take a break."
Dean looked thoroughly confused. "Huh?"
"No, I don't mean just you and me. I mean the four of us. Sam and Mary, too." She laid back down beside him. "Think about it - it'd be nice. We've never done anything like that together."
There was a pause.
"So...are you saying...somewhere in particular, or..." Dean asked.
"No - like...a road-trip. Just...everywhere. No-where. Y'know?"
This time Dean lifted onto one elbow over Sue. He gave her a frank look. "Did I accidentally make you bump your head against something that I don't know about?"
Sue rolled her eyes. "Just...think about it? I mean, after everything that's happened..." she paused, "I thought...it would be nice to get away."
"We can't just...up and leave, Sue."
"Sure, we can. Mary's dad won't mind. You've never asked for time off in, what - six years? C'mon. And besides, it's Mary's dad - if she's going..." She gave him an imploring look.
Dean sighed, sitting up. "I dunno. What about money?"
"Not a problem," Sue said, sitting up, too. "I bet between the four of us, we've got more than enough saved up to, y'know...spend a little?" She nudged Dean's arm. "What d'you think?"
Dean looked at her. He started smiling. "Well...I can't say I haven't been burning to get Baby out on the road again."
Sue let out a happy little squeal, hugging Dean.
"Hoo...hold on. Don't be too happy. We still need to ask sour-puss what he thinks."
The smile fled from Sue's face. "Oh - you mean Sam." Then she shook her head. "Nah, I'll just get Mary to convince him. She's good at that, in case you haven't noticed."
"You think she'll wanna? Go on the road-trip, I mean."
"Hey, I'm MAKING her go. She...she needs it, too, I think."
Dean frowned. "Yeah, she has been looking kinda down. You know what's up with her?"
"Uh, yeah, I do." She paused. "Don't you?"
Dean shrugged. His face clearly stated he had no clue. Great, Sue thought - the Winchesters and their ever oblivious-ness.
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Turned out, the problem wasn't convincing Sam. He actually agreed pretty readily to the idea of the trip. Especially when Dean pulled the 'I wanna bond with my little bro' trick.
Mary, however, was another story.
Sue cringed in sympathy as she talked to Mary about it one evening. "It's really...THAT bad?"
The look on Mary's face said enough.
"Well...maybe...maybe if we go on this trip, spending all that time so close together, maybe..."
"Maybe, what - he'll all of a sudden start seeing me as something other than 'little sis Mary'? Give me a break."
Sue shook her head sadly. "I wish he would get a clue already."
Mary got up from her bed, walking over to the window. "Yeah, right. I've told you before - Sam HAS no clue, about any of it. I mean, you should see him when chicks pull the moves on him - which happens A LOT, believe me. He either blushes like a school-girl, or just...acts like he's oblivious to the fact that whichever girl is practically throwing herself at him. He doesn't really get the effect he has on women - and especially not the effect he has on me."
"Jeez - you'd think his brother taught him SOMETHING." Sue said incredulously.
"Huh - yeah. Though those genes seems to have missed Sam." Mary paused. "But...I just...don't think the problem is him, anyway."
Sue frowned. "What d'you mean?"
Mary got that look - the look Sue HATED seeing on her friend's face. That sad, lost and lonely look. That look that usually made Sue wanna go drag Sam over by his hair and tell him: This is YOUR fault. "C'mon - no-one looks at me that way. Why would Sam?"
Sue got up, too, joining Mary at the window. She gave her a stern look. "Okay, just cut that crap, right now. Look - you're going on this trip, alright? And, it's not gonna be about Sam, or anything like that. YOU need to get away. Get out of this...this routine. Just...live a little."
Mary looked at Sue, her face still uncertain.
"Please," Sue prompted once more, "it could turn out to be really fun."
After some time, Mary sighed. "Yeah, okay. I mean, someone's gotta be around to keep you and Dean in line." Sue smiled happily, and hugged Mary.
Besides, Sue wasn't so convinced that Sam really only saw Mary as 'little sis' anymore. Not since he'd come back, to find the new and improved, much more streamlined Mary, in the place of the chubby girl he'd remembered.
Sue often thought she saw prolonged glances that Sam gave Mary, when she wasn't looking. There was definitely more than brotherly love going on in those looks.
Sue however never bothered telling Mary this. She'd never buy it in a million years. So Sue kept it to herself, and hoped very much that their road-trip would come to prove her right.
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TBC...