"November Rain and Lightning Crashes" 18
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November Rain and Lightning Crashes
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18
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Road Trip, Day Twelve
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"I guess I shouldn't ask how your night was?"
Sue and Mary were putting their things in the car the next morning, ready to leave the motel.
Mary gave Sue a grumpy look. It said enough.
Sue cleared her throat. She really wanted to know what had happened after she and Dean had left Mary alone with Sam. Though she know she had to be...subtle about it.
"Did he...wake up, at all?"
There was suddenly a weird look on Mary's face - a sort of a 'deer caught in the headlights' look.
"What?" Sue asked again.
Mary scratched her head in an awkward gesture. Then she smiled - a little embarrassedly. "He asked me that, too, this morning. I told him no, though."
Sue frowned in confusion.
Mary looked at her, expression still sheepish. She briefly glanced back, checking if the boys weren't near. "Well..." she started, voice lowered to a near whisper, "he didn't actually...wake up, but..."
"But?" Sue prompted.
Mary grimaced. "Er...well...he..." she sighed, "jeez - I had to watch him in the throes of a wet dream, okay?"
Sue spluttered. "Oh my - seriously?"
Mary nodded, looking like she was in physical pain.
"That must have been...interesting."
Mary looked even more injured. "Not if it keeps you from getting any sleep yourself. God...I thought I was gonna explode. The...noises he was making..." she shuddered.
Sue cringed in sympathy, "Yeah, I can imagine. I mean, if it's anything like the noises Dean makes when we're..."
Mary elbowed her, hard. Sue shrugged innocently. "What?! I'm just saying." She grinned suddenly. "Hey, maybe you should've gone over to, y'know - help him out a little?"
Mary tutted. "I'm not you." She faked a wounded look. Then she made a frustrated sound. "Dammit. I need to get me a freakin'...vibrator, or something. I can't STAND much more of this. Seriously - thank God I'm a woman, 'cause if I'd been guy, I'd be walking around with a perpetual boner."
"Speaking of boners," Sue nodded back towards the motel, watching as Sam and Dean approached - Sam looking quite the worse for wear.
Sue grinned wickedly.
"Don't you DARE!" Mary muttered.
"Oh, c'mon - I wanna tease him."
"No!" Mary protested, breaking off just as the boys reached the car.
"Ready to leave Las Vegas, ladies?" Dean asked.
Mary and Sue just nodded. Sue still had an amused look on her face.
Sam eyed both her and Mary with a half-curious, half-wary look.
"You look like shit." Sue remarked.
Sam just shrugged, walking around the car, and getting in the passenger side.
Before the girls got in themselves, Mary gave Sue one last warning glare. "Not a word, you hear me?"
Sue held up her hands in a show of innocence. She was still grinning though.
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On the road again, around early evening, Dean spotted a roadhouse, and announced he was in the mood for some pool. "You game?" he asked Sam.
Sam just shrugged. He still didn't look much better than he had all day.
Dean pulled into the lot of the roadhouse, and everyone got out of the car, stretching stiff limbs. Dean beckoned Sue over with a jerk of his head - a move he probably thought stealthy.
Mary had spotted it, though.
After some quiet deliberation between the two of them, Sue came around the car to Mary's side.
"Hey, how 'bout we hit the Ladies'? Go change?"
Mary frowned, but nodded. "Okay. Sure."
Much bumping and cursing later, cramped into a cubicle in the bathrooms around back of the place, Sue and Mary entered the roadhouse.
Sam and Dean were already at the pool tables, immersed in a friendly game.
Sam straightened up, pained expression on his face. "Crap," he muttered, staring at the girls.
"What?" Dean asked.
Sam gestured at Sue and Mary.
Dean frowned at him. "What?" he asked again, confused.
Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing. Never mind."
Dean turned back to the table, grinning. He knew very well 'what'. It had been his idea, after all, for the girls to go change. He'd given Sue some specific orders to get Mary to...flaunt it, a little.
She was wearing a denim skirt, again - not the same one from the club the other night - although it was just as short. Tight orange-red tank top, and a pair of really high shoes, showing off how thin her legs were.
Dean smiled fondly. Of course Sue hadn't foregone going all out again, either. Her denim cut-off shorts were luckily a lot safer than that leather mini had been. So was the top she was wearing, thank goodness. It was all still quite...revealing, however. But not so much so that Dean wanted to go drag her right back out the door again.
Talking amongst themselves, the girls headed towards the jukebox, Mary digging in her purse for money. Selecting a song, she and Sue stood back and watched the boys.
Sue raised an eyebrow, as Dean bent over the pool table, lining up a shot.
"Enjoying the view?" Mary queried.
Sue just hummed an affirmative. Then she shook her head a little, trying to divert her attention from Dean's ass for a few seconds by scanning the place.
It wasn't packed, but there were quite a few other people around. In particular, a group of guys at the bar - who were unmistakably watching Sue and Mary.
Sue felt a little uncomfortable with the way the guys were looking at them. Just then she glanced back at the pool tables, and met Dean's gaze. He smiled at her, and Sue relaxed. She knew nothing bad would happen to them, as long as Dean and Sam were around. Nevertheless, the attention of some other guys could be useful, Sue thought.
"Hey. Those guys over there are watching us." she told Mary.
"Yeah. So?"
"So...what if one of them came over here?"
Mary snorted. "Yeah right. I think he'd drop dead from a death glare before he even got close." She glanced significantly back at the pool table.
Sure enough, Sue noted with satisfaction that Sam was also well aware of the guys at the bar. So was Dean.
"Y'know, if it bothers you so much, you could always, I dunno - keep Mare a little closer to you? Try teaching her to play pool, or something?"
"What?" Sam asked in confusion.
"Dude - your game's totally lagging here. Your head's somewhere else," Dean gestured at the bar, "It's right there, with those guys, who've been staring at Mare's ass since she walked in."
Sam's expression was defensive for a few seconds, then his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, okay. You're...right. I'm gonna...go over there," he indicated the pool table closest to the jukebox, where Sue and Mary still were.
Dean and Sue shared a meaningful look when Sam handed Mary a pool cue ushering her towards the table. Dean winked at Sue, smiling victoriously. She sauntered over to him.
"Teaching her pool? Smooth. Definitely better than your ideas so far."
Dean faked a wounded look. "I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas."
The two of them watched Sam and Mary for several minutes, not speaking.
"So," Sue finally said, "how 'bout you teach me a few...strokes?"
Dean gave Sue a sideways glance, eyebrow raised. "Why does that sound vaguely dirty to me?"
Sue shrugged innocently. "Dunno. Not my fault your mind's always in the gutter."
Dean grinned. "Okay then, Chili. Let's see if I can't teach you a thing or two."
His tone of voice made Sue raise an eyebrow, this time.
He held up the pool cue, frowning in mock offense. "I meant pool. Who's mind's in the gutter now?"
It turned out to be quite fun, Sue being a hopeless student - but seemingly not as hopeless as Mary.
"Angle and velocity? Dude - speak english," they heard Mary protesting from the nearby table. Sue snorted laughter, noting the pointed way Sam placed himself squarely behind Mary when she bent over in the direction of the bar, effectively blocking her from view. The look on his own face was what made Sue chuckle, however.
"Your brother's really hopeless," she told Dean.
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes I really wonder if we're even related, at all."
"Uh-huh - 'cause you'd have thrown the chick down on the table and fucked her already?"
Dean gaped at Sue. Then his face became stern. "Hey now, you're suppose to be paying attention to your lesson, here."
He picked up a pool cue, and the chalk. He fitted it to the tip of the the pool cue.
Sue screwed up her face in mock concentration. "Okay - I get it. You...put it in the hole, rub it a bit..."
Dean almost dropped the pool cue, giving Sue an incredulous look.
Sue just broke into fits of laughter.
"I can't believe you just said that," Dean said, chuckling and shaking his head. He handed Sue her cue, taking up his own. He leaned over the table to line up a shot. "Now..." he started, glancing up at Sue again.
Dean hung his head in a defeated manner. He straightened up. "Could you...please focus?"
"What?" Sue's face was completely innocent. Her hand, however, was making a not so innocent gesture, moving suggestively up and down the length of the pool cue.
Dean grinned wryly. "There's just no end to the torture, is there?" Sue frowned. Dean took her by the arm. "C'mon. Line up that shot," he pointed to the shot he'd been about to take. Sue bent over, and was about to actually take said shot, when she felt Dean practically plastering himself to her back.
His breath was warm in her ear, when he spoke to her. "Y'know, you really shouldn't be such a tease in a public place. Otherwise I'd ask you to use that little move on something other than a pool cue."
He pushed against her ass, just to emphasize his meaning.
Not that it was necessary. Sue's legs went a bit wobbly, but Dean steadied her, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her securely against him.
Mary, who had long gone stopped trying to learn anything, was sitting on the edge of the other pool table, legs swinging. She'd been watching the whole exchange between Dean and Sue. Sam had been watching too.
Mary raised her eyebrows. "Friends, huh?"
Sam snorted. "Yeah, sure."
Mary smiled brightly at him. "Will you be my friend?"
Sam looked like he'd been punched in the gut. He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm gonna...go get a drink. You want anything?"
Mary shook her head, frowning.
"Crap," Dean muttered, straightening up from behind Sue when he saw Sam walking over to the bar.
Sue was disappointed at the loss of contact, but hid it. "What?"
Dean gestured at Sam. "I can read him like a damn book." He shook his head, "This isn't gonna work."
Sue sighed, hopping up to sit on the pool table. "So - another bust, then?"
"Looks like." Dean said.
Sue smiled suddenly. "Promise me one thing?"
Dean eyed her curiously. "What?"
Sue glanced significantly at the pool table around her. "Can we PLEASE get one of these in the back of the garage, when we get back home?"
Dean watched her for a few moments, then grinned. "Found a kink, Chili?"
Sue feigned another completely innocent look. "No! I just want to finish up my lessons. In a more...private environment. Without...distractions."
Dean swept his eyes over her, giving her a thorough once-over from head to toe, that made Sue vibrate inside. "Sure thing, Chili. I think that can be arranged."
Then he glanced back at the bar, face becoming serious once more. "Well, I think we should call it a night. Before Sammy gets it in his head to get too friendly with Jack Daniels again."
Dean nodded Sue towards the other table, "You gonna go get Mare?"
Sue sighed, getting off the table and heading to Mary.
When they left the roadhouse, the four of them were all quiet - each one looking preoccupied with their own thoughts. The funny thing was, everyone's thoughts were on the exact same thing - unexpressed and repressed feelings that were being bottled up on the inside.
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TBC...
November Rain and Lightning Crashes
Continued from 17
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18
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Road Trip, Day Twelve
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"I guess I shouldn't ask how your night was?"
Sue and Mary were putting their things in the car the next morning, ready to leave the motel.
Mary gave Sue a grumpy look. It said enough.
Sue cleared her throat. She really wanted to know what had happened after she and Dean had left Mary alone with Sam. Though she know she had to be...subtle about it.
"Did he...wake up, at all?"
There was suddenly a weird look on Mary's face - a sort of a 'deer caught in the headlights' look.
"What?" Sue asked again.
Mary scratched her head in an awkward gesture. Then she smiled - a little embarrassedly. "He asked me that, too, this morning. I told him no, though."
Sue frowned in confusion.
Mary looked at her, expression still sheepish. She briefly glanced back, checking if the boys weren't near. "Well..." she started, voice lowered to a near whisper, "he didn't actually...wake up, but..."
"But?" Sue prompted.
Mary grimaced. "Er...well...he..." she sighed, "jeez - I had to watch him in the throes of a wet dream, okay?"
Sue spluttered. "Oh my - seriously?"
Mary nodded, looking like she was in physical pain.
"That must have been...interesting."
Mary looked even more injured. "Not if it keeps you from getting any sleep yourself. God...I thought I was gonna explode. The...noises he was making..." she shuddered.
Sue cringed in sympathy, "Yeah, I can imagine. I mean, if it's anything like the noises Dean makes when we're..."
Mary elbowed her, hard. Sue shrugged innocently. "What?! I'm just saying." She grinned suddenly. "Hey, maybe you should've gone over to, y'know - help him out a little?"
Mary tutted. "I'm not you." She faked a wounded look. Then she made a frustrated sound. "Dammit. I need to get me a freakin'...vibrator, or something. I can't STAND much more of this. Seriously - thank God I'm a woman, 'cause if I'd been guy, I'd be walking around with a perpetual boner."
"Speaking of boners," Sue nodded back towards the motel, watching as Sam and Dean approached - Sam looking quite the worse for wear.
Sue grinned wickedly.
"Don't you DARE!" Mary muttered.
"Oh, c'mon - I wanna tease him."
"No!" Mary protested, breaking off just as the boys reached the car.
"Ready to leave Las Vegas, ladies?" Dean asked.
Mary and Sue just nodded. Sue still had an amused look on her face.
Sam eyed both her and Mary with a half-curious, half-wary look.
"You look like shit." Sue remarked.
Sam just shrugged, walking around the car, and getting in the passenger side.
Before the girls got in themselves, Mary gave Sue one last warning glare. "Not a word, you hear me?"
Sue held up her hands in a show of innocence. She was still grinning though.
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On the road again, around early evening, Dean spotted a roadhouse, and announced he was in the mood for some pool. "You game?" he asked Sam.
Sam just shrugged. He still didn't look much better than he had all day.
Dean pulled into the lot of the roadhouse, and everyone got out of the car, stretching stiff limbs. Dean beckoned Sue over with a jerk of his head - a move he probably thought stealthy.
Mary had spotted it, though.
After some quiet deliberation between the two of them, Sue came around the car to Mary's side.
"Hey, how 'bout we hit the Ladies'? Go change?"
Mary frowned, but nodded. "Okay. Sure."
Much bumping and cursing later, cramped into a cubicle in the bathrooms around back of the place, Sue and Mary entered the roadhouse.
Sam and Dean were already at the pool tables, immersed in a friendly game.
Sam straightened up, pained expression on his face. "Crap," he muttered, staring at the girls.
"What?" Dean asked.
Sam gestured at Sue and Mary.
Dean frowned at him. "What?" he asked again, confused.
Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing. Never mind."
Dean turned back to the table, grinning. He knew very well 'what'. It had been his idea, after all, for the girls to go change. He'd given Sue some specific orders to get Mary to...flaunt it, a little.
She was wearing a denim skirt, again - not the same one from the club the other night - although it was just as short. Tight orange-red tank top, and a pair of really high shoes, showing off how thin her legs were.
Dean smiled fondly. Of course Sue hadn't foregone going all out again, either. Her denim cut-off shorts were luckily a lot safer than that leather mini had been. So was the top she was wearing, thank goodness. It was all still quite...revealing, however. But not so much so that Dean wanted to go drag her right back out the door again.
Talking amongst themselves, the girls headed towards the jukebox, Mary digging in her purse for money. Selecting a song, she and Sue stood back and watched the boys.
Sue raised an eyebrow, as Dean bent over the pool table, lining up a shot.
"Enjoying the view?" Mary queried.
Sue just hummed an affirmative. Then she shook her head a little, trying to divert her attention from Dean's ass for a few seconds by scanning the place.
It wasn't packed, but there were quite a few other people around. In particular, a group of guys at the bar - who were unmistakably watching Sue and Mary.
Sue felt a little uncomfortable with the way the guys were looking at them. Just then she glanced back at the pool tables, and met Dean's gaze. He smiled at her, and Sue relaxed. She knew nothing bad would happen to them, as long as Dean and Sam were around. Nevertheless, the attention of some other guys could be useful, Sue thought.
"Hey. Those guys over there are watching us." she told Mary.
"Yeah. So?"
"So...what if one of them came over here?"
Mary snorted. "Yeah right. I think he'd drop dead from a death glare before he even got close." She glanced significantly back at the pool table.
Sure enough, Sue noted with satisfaction that Sam was also well aware of the guys at the bar. So was Dean.
"Y'know, if it bothers you so much, you could always, I dunno - keep Mare a little closer to you? Try teaching her to play pool, or something?"
"What?" Sam asked in confusion.
"Dude - your game's totally lagging here. Your head's somewhere else," Dean gestured at the bar, "It's right there, with those guys, who've been staring at Mare's ass since she walked in."
Sam's expression was defensive for a few seconds, then his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, okay. You're...right. I'm gonna...go over there," he indicated the pool table closest to the jukebox, where Sue and Mary still were.
Dean and Sue shared a meaningful look when Sam handed Mary a pool cue ushering her towards the table. Dean winked at Sue, smiling victoriously. She sauntered over to him.
"Teaching her pool? Smooth. Definitely better than your ideas so far."
Dean faked a wounded look. "I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas."
The two of them watched Sam and Mary for several minutes, not speaking.
"So," Sue finally said, "how 'bout you teach me a few...strokes?"
Dean gave Sue a sideways glance, eyebrow raised. "Why does that sound vaguely dirty to me?"
Sue shrugged innocently. "Dunno. Not my fault your mind's always in the gutter."
Dean grinned. "Okay then, Chili. Let's see if I can't teach you a thing or two."
His tone of voice made Sue raise an eyebrow, this time.
He held up the pool cue, frowning in mock offense. "I meant pool. Who's mind's in the gutter now?"
It turned out to be quite fun, Sue being a hopeless student - but seemingly not as hopeless as Mary.
"Angle and velocity? Dude - speak english," they heard Mary protesting from the nearby table. Sue snorted laughter, noting the pointed way Sam placed himself squarely behind Mary when she bent over in the direction of the bar, effectively blocking her from view. The look on his own face was what made Sue chuckle, however.
"Your brother's really hopeless," she told Dean.
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes I really wonder if we're even related, at all."
"Uh-huh - 'cause you'd have thrown the chick down on the table and fucked her already?"
Dean gaped at Sue. Then his face became stern. "Hey now, you're suppose to be paying attention to your lesson, here."
He picked up a pool cue, and the chalk. He fitted it to the tip of the the pool cue.
Sue screwed up her face in mock concentration. "Okay - I get it. You...put it in the hole, rub it a bit..."
Dean almost dropped the pool cue, giving Sue an incredulous look.
Sue just broke into fits of laughter.
"I can't believe you just said that," Dean said, chuckling and shaking his head. He handed Sue her cue, taking up his own. He leaned over the table to line up a shot. "Now..." he started, glancing up at Sue again.
Dean hung his head in a defeated manner. He straightened up. "Could you...please focus?"
"What?" Sue's face was completely innocent. Her hand, however, was making a not so innocent gesture, moving suggestively up and down the length of the pool cue.
Dean grinned wryly. "There's just no end to the torture, is there?" Sue frowned. Dean took her by the arm. "C'mon. Line up that shot," he pointed to the shot he'd been about to take. Sue bent over, and was about to actually take said shot, when she felt Dean practically plastering himself to her back.
His breath was warm in her ear, when he spoke to her. "Y'know, you really shouldn't be such a tease in a public place. Otherwise I'd ask you to use that little move on something other than a pool cue."
He pushed against her ass, just to emphasize his meaning.
Not that it was necessary. Sue's legs went a bit wobbly, but Dean steadied her, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her securely against him.
Mary, who had long gone stopped trying to learn anything, was sitting on the edge of the other pool table, legs swinging. She'd been watching the whole exchange between Dean and Sue. Sam had been watching too.
Mary raised her eyebrows. "Friends, huh?"
Sam snorted. "Yeah, sure."
Mary smiled brightly at him. "Will you be my friend?"
Sam looked like he'd been punched in the gut. He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm gonna...go get a drink. You want anything?"
Mary shook her head, frowning.
"Crap," Dean muttered, straightening up from behind Sue when he saw Sam walking over to the bar.
Sue was disappointed at the loss of contact, but hid it. "What?"
Dean gestured at Sam. "I can read him like a damn book." He shook his head, "This isn't gonna work."
Sue sighed, hopping up to sit on the pool table. "So - another bust, then?"
"Looks like." Dean said.
Sue smiled suddenly. "Promise me one thing?"
Dean eyed her curiously. "What?"
Sue glanced significantly at the pool table around her. "Can we PLEASE get one of these in the back of the garage, when we get back home?"
Dean watched her for a few moments, then grinned. "Found a kink, Chili?"
Sue feigned another completely innocent look. "No! I just want to finish up my lessons. In a more...private environment. Without...distractions."
Dean swept his eyes over her, giving her a thorough once-over from head to toe, that made Sue vibrate inside. "Sure thing, Chili. I think that can be arranged."
Then he glanced back at the bar, face becoming serious once more. "Well, I think we should call it a night. Before Sammy gets it in his head to get too friendly with Jack Daniels again."
Dean nodded Sue towards the other table, "You gonna go get Mare?"
Sue sighed, getting off the table and heading to Mary.
When they left the roadhouse, the four of them were all quiet - each one looking preoccupied with their own thoughts. The funny thing was, everyone's thoughts were on the exact same thing - unexpressed and repressed feelings that were being bottled up on the inside.
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TBC...