Two Hunters Walk into a Bar...
Title: Two Hunters Walk into a Bar...
Author: beatlemaniac9
Pairing: Dean/CMM
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Purple Nurples
A/N: For anyothergirl415 , as it was spawned by a late night conversation with her, and she asked nicely.
Two hunters walk into a bar…
Two hunters walk into a little bar on the outskirts of L.A. (like there’s such a thing as a “little” bar here…), and one is completely taken with one of its patrons. Now, it wasn’t so unusual for a lady to catch Dean’s eye the minute he enters a place, but this guy- yes, a guy- was gorgeous. Blonde hair a bit longer than his (slightly spiked), striking blue eyes, and a scruffy jaw, Dean couldn’t seem to move his gaze elsewhere.
“Hello!” Sam snapped, moving his hand in front of Dean’s face “Earth to Dean! You gonna move so I can come in?”
Slightly embarrassed at his complete failure at discretion and subtlety, he walked onward and sat down in a booth. And if he chose one in which he could keep looking at the guy, it was nobody’s business. Dean took a moment to dissect his thoughts. It’s not like he ever really noticed another man before, so he didn’t know what to do. And he wondered why he wasn’t having a big gay freak out yet.
Sam came back, though Dean hadn’t noticed he’d left, with two beers for them.
“So, are you gonna go talk to her, or continue to drool for the rest of the evening?” It wasn’t until Sam had said “her” that he realized that there was a hot chick sitting just two seats over from the hot guy. How bad was that? He’d have picked her out any other day of the week; she was smokin! But he made the ripped jeans and wife beater look so much less douchey than anyone else he’d seen, and somehow, even like it was made specifically to lure him in.
“You know, I think I am.” Dean said absently, making up his mind. He was gonna talk to that guy, damnit! And if it ended with a punch to the jaw and a freaked out brother, so be it. It was totally worth it.
Sam watched as Dean swung to the far right of the girl, who he was sure he’d have the pleasure to meet as she left their motel room later by the way she was leering at his brother. But then Dean did the unexpected, and sat down next to the man to her side. ‘What the hell?’ Sam thought, rather confused. He wasn’t sure how exactly Dean planned to flirt with the girl from over there. And then the realization hit him…he wasn’t.
Dean called over the bartender and asked for two purple nurples as he sank to his seat. The guy looked over at him and gave a slight smirk (score one for Dean Winchester) which Dean returned with his megawatt grin. The bartender returned with two shot glasses and a bottle, and pored out the violet liquid into each, giving them a knowing look. (Dean was blissfully unaware that he and Sam had stumbled into a place where it was common).
“I saw you looking at me.” The man said.
“Yeah, that wasn’t too obvious of me, was it?” Dean asked, quite out of his element. He was usually so suave. But he was usually (read: always) talking to women.
“Eh, I get that a lot. I’m Chad.” He held out his hand in invitation, which Dean shook firmly. It was apparent that Chad sensed his unease.
Chad downed the proffered beverage, which made Dean all sorts of tingly inside. He watched, swallowing thickly as Chad’s adam’s apple bobbed, and couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of Chad’s lips shining with a bit of remaining alcohol. To stop himself from making a fool of himself any further, Dean took his shot in hand and downed it with a hiss.
“I’m Dean.”
“So I take it that’s not your boyfriend over there. Then again, I’d totally be willing to watch you two. I don’t do threesomes.”
“Not lookin’ for one. That’s my brother.” Dean was so accustomed to people assuming that he and Sam were together that the sexual comment didn’t really bother him. Not a deal breaker, anyways.
“Oh, my bad.” Chad smirked, “’Cause he really looked like the jealous boyfriend when you came in looking me up and down.”
“Yeah, well that’s Sam for you: broody and impatient, and a bit annoyed when I flirt.”
“Oh, so you’re flirting. I was under the impression you were genuinely inexperienced.” He flagged the bartender once more.
Dean blushed, something he rarely did, and retorted, “I ain’t as inexperienced as you think.”
“I meant with guys, smartass.” He turned to the bartender, “Another round, please.”
“You know what? I think I’m clearly shoving my foot in my mouth with everything I say, so I should just…go.” Dean made to stand, slightly flustered, but Chad placed his large palm firmly on his thigh.
“Don’t go.” Chad looked genuinely apologetic. “I can kind of be a jackass at times. You’re doing just fine- You’re fine.
Dean elected to stay, and downed his beverage, still feeling slightly put off. But Chad didn’t move his hand as he slid Dean’s drink towards him, and took his own. They tipped their heads back at the same moment, and slammed the glasses down as the burn subsided.
“Look, why don’t we just cut to the chase. I’m hot, you’re hot, we’re both fucking hot, and talking is getting us nowhere. Wanna get out of here?” Chad hazarded. As much as he would hate to admit it, the same move had scared off plenty a guy over the years. Not that he always went for guys, but he could talk to a girl just fine.
The lust filled haze that temporarily flickered in Dean’s eyes was answer enough. He slid his hand upward to Dean’s hip, and smirked “I bet you’d like that. Wouldn’t you, Dean?”
“Hell yes.” Dean gasped, as he leaned in, brushing his lips against the other man’s. Electricity seemed to course through his body, and he couldn’t remember being more turned on in his entire life. Chad ushered him to stand, and he followed. Something about his power turned Dean’s knees to jello.
“I gotta go tell Sam I’m leaving really quick.”
“How ‘bout I meet you outside then.” Chad finally dropped his hand.
“Yeah, cool.” Dean replied.
Sam watched in shock as Dean returned to their table and placed the keys into his palm.
“I’ll be out late, Sammy. Don’t wait up.” Dean gave his little brother his ‘I’m totally getting laid’ shit-eating grin before tousling his hair and walking off. Sam was to busy trying to process this situation to even bitch about it. They left together, and now the hot chick was eyeing him up. Sam took his beer over to the bar, and allowed her to distract him.
Author: beatlemaniac9
Pairing: Dean/CMM
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Purple Nurples
A/N: For anyothergirl415 , as it was spawned by a late night conversation with her, and she asked nicely.
Two hunters walk into a bar…
Two hunters walk into a little bar on the outskirts of L.A. (like there’s such a thing as a “little” bar here…), and one is completely taken with one of its patrons. Now, it wasn’t so unusual for a lady to catch Dean’s eye the minute he enters a place, but this guy- yes, a guy- was gorgeous. Blonde hair a bit longer than his (slightly spiked), striking blue eyes, and a scruffy jaw, Dean couldn’t seem to move his gaze elsewhere.
“Hello!” Sam snapped, moving his hand in front of Dean’s face “Earth to Dean! You gonna move so I can come in?”
Slightly embarrassed at his complete failure at discretion and subtlety, he walked onward and sat down in a booth. And if he chose one in which he could keep looking at the guy, it was nobody’s business. Dean took a moment to dissect his thoughts. It’s not like he ever really noticed another man before, so he didn’t know what to do. And he wondered why he wasn’t having a big gay freak out yet.
Sam came back, though Dean hadn’t noticed he’d left, with two beers for them.
“So, are you gonna go talk to her, or continue to drool for the rest of the evening?” It wasn’t until Sam had said “her” that he realized that there was a hot chick sitting just two seats over from the hot guy. How bad was that? He’d have picked her out any other day of the week; she was smokin! But he made the ripped jeans and wife beater look so much less douchey than anyone else he’d seen, and somehow, even like it was made specifically to lure him in.
“You know, I think I am.” Dean said absently, making up his mind. He was gonna talk to that guy, damnit! And if it ended with a punch to the jaw and a freaked out brother, so be it. It was totally worth it.
Sam watched as Dean swung to the far right of the girl, who he was sure he’d have the pleasure to meet as she left their motel room later by the way she was leering at his brother. But then Dean did the unexpected, and sat down next to the man to her side. ‘What the hell?’ Sam thought, rather confused. He wasn’t sure how exactly Dean planned to flirt with the girl from over there. And then the realization hit him…he wasn’t.
Dean called over the bartender and asked for two purple nurples as he sank to his seat. The guy looked over at him and gave a slight smirk (score one for Dean Winchester) which Dean returned with his megawatt grin. The bartender returned with two shot glasses and a bottle, and pored out the violet liquid into each, giving them a knowing look. (Dean was blissfully unaware that he and Sam had stumbled into a place where it was common).
“I saw you looking at me.” The man said.
“Yeah, that wasn’t too obvious of me, was it?” Dean asked, quite out of his element. He was usually so suave. But he was usually (read: always) talking to women.
“Eh, I get that a lot. I’m Chad.” He held out his hand in invitation, which Dean shook firmly. It was apparent that Chad sensed his unease.
Chad downed the proffered beverage, which made Dean all sorts of tingly inside. He watched, swallowing thickly as Chad’s adam’s apple bobbed, and couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of Chad’s lips shining with a bit of remaining alcohol. To stop himself from making a fool of himself any further, Dean took his shot in hand and downed it with a hiss.
“I’m Dean.”
“So I take it that’s not your boyfriend over there. Then again, I’d totally be willing to watch you two. I don’t do threesomes.”
“Not lookin’ for one. That’s my brother.” Dean was so accustomed to people assuming that he and Sam were together that the sexual comment didn’t really bother him. Not a deal breaker, anyways.
“Oh, my bad.” Chad smirked, “’Cause he really looked like the jealous boyfriend when you came in looking me up and down.”
“Yeah, well that’s Sam for you: broody and impatient, and a bit annoyed when I flirt.”
“Oh, so you’re flirting. I was under the impression you were genuinely inexperienced.” He flagged the bartender once more.
Dean blushed, something he rarely did, and retorted, “I ain’t as inexperienced as you think.”
“I meant with guys, smartass.” He turned to the bartender, “Another round, please.”
“You know what? I think I’m clearly shoving my foot in my mouth with everything I say, so I should just…go.” Dean made to stand, slightly flustered, but Chad placed his large palm firmly on his thigh.
“Don’t go.” Chad looked genuinely apologetic. “I can kind of be a jackass at times. You’re doing just fine- You’re fine.
Dean elected to stay, and downed his beverage, still feeling slightly put off. But Chad didn’t move his hand as he slid Dean’s drink towards him, and took his own. They tipped their heads back at the same moment, and slammed the glasses down as the burn subsided.
“Look, why don’t we just cut to the chase. I’m hot, you’re hot, we’re both fucking hot, and talking is getting us nowhere. Wanna get out of here?” Chad hazarded. As much as he would hate to admit it, the same move had scared off plenty a guy over the years. Not that he always went for guys, but he could talk to a girl just fine.
The lust filled haze that temporarily flickered in Dean’s eyes was answer enough. He slid his hand upward to Dean’s hip, and smirked “I bet you’d like that. Wouldn’t you, Dean?”
“Hell yes.” Dean gasped, as he leaned in, brushing his lips against the other man’s. Electricity seemed to course through his body, and he couldn’t remember being more turned on in his entire life. Chad ushered him to stand, and he followed. Something about his power turned Dean’s knees to jello.
“I gotta go tell Sam I’m leaving really quick.”
“How ‘bout I meet you outside then.” Chad finally dropped his hand.
“Yeah, cool.” Dean replied.
Sam watched in shock as Dean returned to their table and placed the keys into his palm.
“I’ll be out late, Sammy. Don’t wait up.” Dean gave his little brother his ‘I’m totally getting laid’ shit-eating grin before tousling his hair and walking off. Sam was to busy trying to process this situation to even bitch about it. They left together, and now the hot chick was eyeing him up. Sam took his beer over to the bar, and allowed her to distract him.