Never Underestimate A Girl part 2
And now here's the Supernatural fic, I made especially for you, Val. Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural
Never Underestimate A Girl
Dean leaned over a pool table, artfully sinking the shot before him. He smirked, chuckling softly as he stood up. This was just too damn easy. Squinting past the smoke that filled the bar, he spotted Sam slouched in a chair, lazily using his straw to stir his Coke. Dean knew that look. His brother was bored out of his mind. Well, karma’s a bitch, Sammy. Bored doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel being cooped up in musty libraries for hours on end, with no leggy blonde in sight. Besides, it wasn’t Dean’s fault they were almost out of money for the week. They needed cash and they needed it now. Credit cards could only take them so far before they were ultimately tapped out. At least Sam didn’t begrudge Dean his ability to keep them fed.
“Any more takers?” he asked, still grinning broadly over his latest win.
“I’ll give it a try,” a voice behind him said.
Cocky grin firmly in place, Dean turned around to tell this young woman just who she was dealing with, and ultimately it’d be better for her not to risk it. The grin slowly slid from his face as he stared at the person before him.
“J-Jo?” he stammered in disbelief, mentally kicking himself for being caught off guard. Smooth, Winchester.
“Hi, Dean,” she replied, completely unfazed at seeing him standing in front of her. He smiled weakly at her, unsure where to lead the conversation. He needn’t have worried because it seemed Jo knew exactly what to talk about.
“Rack ‘em.”
“Excuse me?” he demanded. She motioned toward the pool table.
“I…want…to…play,” she said slowly. He nodded, racking the balls on the pool table. “So, you want to make this interesting?” he asked. She stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “Meaning?”
“Let’s make a bet,” he suggested, his smirk back in full force.
“All right,” she agreed, a smile tugging at her mouth.
Once they’d settled on an amount, the game began. Dean struggled not to stare as Jo leaned over the table to sink her first shot. He swallowed hard. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d originally figured.
After an hour of playing Jo turned toward Dean, palm up, her whole face lighting up. She’d beaten him. And she’d just won half of the money he’d earned earlier that night. He begrudgingly dug deep in his pocket, reluctantly handing Jo her winnings.
“Thanks, Dean,” she said, struggling not to laugh at his pained look.
“Anytime,” he choked out. She stared at him a moment, and then seeming to decide something she sighed heavily and pulled him toward her, kissing him firmly on the mouth. When she pulled away from him, he stared at her, stunned. Of everything she could’ve said or done Dean certainly hadn’t expected that.
“I’ll call you later, okay?” she promised, before heading out the door of the bar. Yet again, Dean was floored by her response. Who the hell had he pissed off recently to get treated like…like all of his one-night stands? Jo apparently. He sighed heavily as Sam came up to him.
“What the hell just happened here?” Dean asked his brother, confusion flooding his features.
“Karma’s a bitch,” Sam said, shrugging.
“You got that right, Sammy,” Dean agreed, staring morosely at the less than hefty quantity of bills still clutched in his fist.
“Let’s go, Dean. We have a job lined up for tomorrow,” Sam said, tossing his brother his leather jacket.
“Yeah, all right. The quicker we put this place in our rearview mirror the better,” Dean said with a shudder. He still couldn’t quite believe it. Not only had he lost. He’d lost bad. To a girl. At least Ellen would be proud.
THE END
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural
Never Underestimate A Girl
Dean leaned over a pool table, artfully sinking the shot before him. He smirked, chuckling softly as he stood up. This was just too damn easy. Squinting past the smoke that filled the bar, he spotted Sam slouched in a chair, lazily using his straw to stir his Coke. Dean knew that look. His brother was bored out of his mind. Well, karma’s a bitch, Sammy. Bored doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel being cooped up in musty libraries for hours on end, with no leggy blonde in sight. Besides, it wasn’t Dean’s fault they were almost out of money for the week. They needed cash and they needed it now. Credit cards could only take them so far before they were ultimately tapped out. At least Sam didn’t begrudge Dean his ability to keep them fed.
“Any more takers?” he asked, still grinning broadly over his latest win.
“I’ll give it a try,” a voice behind him said.
Cocky grin firmly in place, Dean turned around to tell this young woman just who she was dealing with, and ultimately it’d be better for her not to risk it. The grin slowly slid from his face as he stared at the person before him.
“J-Jo?” he stammered in disbelief, mentally kicking himself for being caught off guard. Smooth, Winchester.
“Hi, Dean,” she replied, completely unfazed at seeing him standing in front of her. He smiled weakly at her, unsure where to lead the conversation. He needn’t have worried because it seemed Jo knew exactly what to talk about.
“Rack ‘em.”
“Excuse me?” he demanded. She motioned toward the pool table.
“I…want…to…play,” she said slowly. He nodded, racking the balls on the pool table. “So, you want to make this interesting?” he asked. She stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “Meaning?”
“Let’s make a bet,” he suggested, his smirk back in full force.
“All right,” she agreed, a smile tugging at her mouth.
Once they’d settled on an amount, the game began. Dean struggled not to stare as Jo leaned over the table to sink her first shot. He swallowed hard. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d originally figured.
After an hour of playing Jo turned toward Dean, palm up, her whole face lighting up. She’d beaten him. And she’d just won half of the money he’d earned earlier that night. He begrudgingly dug deep in his pocket, reluctantly handing Jo her winnings.
“Thanks, Dean,” she said, struggling not to laugh at his pained look.
“Anytime,” he choked out. She stared at him a moment, and then seeming to decide something she sighed heavily and pulled him toward her, kissing him firmly on the mouth. When she pulled away from him, he stared at her, stunned. Of everything she could’ve said or done Dean certainly hadn’t expected that.
“I’ll call you later, okay?” she promised, before heading out the door of the bar. Yet again, Dean was floored by her response. Who the hell had he pissed off recently to get treated like…like all of his one-night stands? Jo apparently. He sighed heavily as Sam came up to him.
“What the hell just happened here?” Dean asked his brother, confusion flooding his features.
“Karma’s a bitch,” Sam said, shrugging.
“You got that right, Sammy,” Dean agreed, staring morosely at the less than hefty quantity of bills still clutched in his fist.
“Let’s go, Dean. We have a job lined up for tomorrow,” Sam said, tossing his brother his leather jacket.
“Yeah, all right. The quicker we put this place in our rearview mirror the better,” Dean said with a shudder. He still couldn’t quite believe it. Not only had he lost. He’d lost bad. To a girl. At least Ellen would be proud.
THE END