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Title: "You Wanna Bet?" ( 1/2)
Rating: R
Author: whimsicalangel
Pairing: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC
Prompt: Romantic Rivalries for svmadelyn's Kink/Cliche Challenge
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Words: 12,000 plus (total)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to the CW or Supernatural. If I did I wouldn't have to write stories to imagine these sorts of things. These writings are for pure enjoyment and nothing more.
Wednesday
“Your so full of it Dean.” Sam shook his head in disbelief at his older brother.
“You know its true Sammy, women just find me irresistible that’s all. Can’t help it really.” Dean’s trademark grin beamed brightly. The boys plopped their luggage down on the motel beds.
“So you honestly believe that you can get any woman to sleep with you using those cheesy pick up lines and tight jeans?” Sam stood with his hands on his hips.
“Never fails. Maybe you should start paying attention and you could learn a few tricks Sammy boy.”
“Contrary to you theory Dean there are some women out there who have actual brains in their heads and wouldn’t give you the time of day.” Sam sat down on his bed and leaned back against the headboard. Dean gave a wholehearted laugh at that statement.
“What so you think that all your intellectual mumbo jumbo, flowers, and candy crap could do the trick then?” Sam chuckled a bit.
“Well it’s a hell of a lot better than the overused pick up lines you use. Let’s see I think my favorite is “Is that a keg in your pants? Cause I’d sure like to tap that ass.” Sam turned his head to the side a bit “I mean really Dean? Really?”
Dean walked around to sit on his bed, directly facing his brother. “Fine smart ass. If you think you can do so much better. Let’s make this interesting. We’ll see who can get some action first. We’re in this town until Sunday morning. The job Bobby told us about fell through so we have a little down time. The first one to score by Sunday wins.” Sam’s laugh was almost a roar. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Dean you are such a freaking pig. You know that? I’m not making some bet over who gets ass first. Its ridiculous! Now let’s go grab something to eat.” Sam stood up but Dean stepped in his way.
“Ah c’mon Sammy, afraid there’s a skill your big brother actually does better than you? Not up to par with the big boys?” Dean’s arched eyebrow triggered something in Sam.
“Move, Dean. I’m not talking about this anymore.” Sam tried to maneuver around him but no luck.
“Can’t do it can ya?” Dean was right up in his face. “Can’t just sleep with a local chick and head to the next town? Figures.” With those words moved towards the door.
“And what the hell does that mean?” Sam could feel himself getting angry.
“Let’s just face it Sam. Deep down on the inside, your really Samantha.” Dean smiled.
“Fuck you Dean. Fine! After this your gonna shut your mouth about my sex life. You got it? I’ll prove to you that you’re not the only Winchester who knows their way around women. When I win this bet I get to listen to whatever music I want in the Impala, eat wherever I want, and chose which bed I want in every room for 3 months” Dean flinched especially at the music part.
“Alright. And when I win I get first dibs on the shower, what’s on the tv, porn included, and you have to wash the Impala every week for 3 months.” Sam almost backed out right then. Just the thought of Walker, Texas Ranger or Busty Call Girls 3 every night for 3 months was a lot to deal with. But he wasn’t backing out now.
“Deal.” He offered his hand in agreement and Dean took it.
“Deal. Now, lets go get some grub.” Dean opened the door to head out and Sam stopped him.
“Wait, Dean there’s one more condition to this bet. We get to pick each other’s “target”. Dean considered it for a moment.
“Your on.” The motel door shut behind them.
“How about her?” Dean pointed at some blonde up at the counter ordering a latte. Her skirt was shorter than should probably be legal.
“No Dean! This is my choice remember? You think I’m gonna hand this to you on a silver, or make that blonde platter?” Sam took a drink of his coffee as his eyes scanned the crowd of coeds around him. Luckily they were in a college town and sitting smack dab in the middle of the university coffee shop. Sam was getting anxious when his eyes lit up.
“That’s her Dean. Right over there.” Dean’s gaze followed Sam’s hand over to a rather petite brunette sitting by herself reading.
“You gotta be kidding me Sam? Her? She’s ….reading for God’s sake.” Dean actually shuddered at the thought. “She probably even wears panties.” Sam chuckled.
“Precisely. You think you’re the ultimate playboy so it should be a breeze, Hef.” Dean just stared at his brother.
“Fine. Smart ass. No problem at all.” Dean leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his coffee. “Now its my turn.” Dean looked around him for a minute then leaned closer. “Over there in the black t-shirt.” Sam turned in his seat to see a group of girls chatting near the door. The girl in the black tee was a red head wearing low cut jeans, boots, and a black leather cuff on her arm. She looked like any girl that Dean would be trying to sneak into their motel at 3 am.
“Really? That’s your choice for me? Are you trying to lose, Dean?” This time Dean was the one laughing.
“Sure is little brother. You wanna play in the big leagues so let’s see how you do with a party girl? Don’t think it will be as easy as you think. Especially since you consider a wild night to be drinking 3 beers and passing out on the bathroom floor.” Sam kicked his brother in the shin.
“Go to hell. You have no idea what things I did back a Stanford.”
“Then go get her tiger.” Dean stood up. “In the meantime, I got someone to meet.” He slid his coat off and made his way to the brunette’s table.
“Excuse me? Is this seat taken?” Dean lowered his voice as he spoke. The brunette looked up from her book, gave Dean a once over, and looked over at a few empty tables nearby.
“Umm.. sure, I guess.” Dean placed his coat on the table and took the seat right next to her. To Dean’s dismay she went right back to reading.
“So, come here often?” Dean smiled trying to get her to look at him again.
“Yeah well. I am a student here. So yeah, kind of a given.” She never looked away from the damn book. Dean tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she was obviously giving him.
“Right, right.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck, weirdly becoming nervous. “So, I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone. So I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere and grab a bite to eat?” The brunette, closed her eyes, sighed, and sat the book down.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of crap you and your frat brothers have going here but I don’t have time for it. Just go back and tell them how you tried to pick up the wallflower in the coffee shop. Have a good laugh and a few keg stands. Just leave me alone.” As she spoke, Dean noticed she had very pretty brown eyes even if her words weren’t as nice.
“No, no I think your getting the wrong idea here.” He stammered out. “I’m not some frat guy. Do you think I could be a frat guy?” Dean took a second to consider if that was perhaps some sort of backhanded compliment. “But no, I honestly just thought you were cute and decided to come over. That’s it.” Dean was becoming almost defensive. She was about to speak again when her cell phone rang.
“Excuse me.” She answered but tried to turn away from Dean to speak. “Yeah, I know I’ll figure something out. No I’ll be there by 6, just gotta run by the bookstore and grab a few supplies on my way there. Okay. Yeah. Talk to you soon. Bye”. After closing the phone she turned back to Dean. “Whatever your intentions were. I’m not interested, okay? I’m sure that might come as a shock to a guy that looks like you. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta get to class.” Dean stood up as she did.
“Well maybe I’ll see you around.” He was drowning here. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled and walked away. Dean sat back down, hung his head and turned to glare back at Sam. Thankfully Sam was standing near that group of girls and not paying attention to his strike out. However Dean knew two things for sure. He was going to be at that bookstore right before 6 pm and he was still winning this bet.
As soon as Dean walked away, Sam was trying to think of a game plan. This couldn’t be that hard. Dean does it all the time right? But he had to get up and start moving before she left and he lost all chances of winning. He stood close enough to the girls to hear their conversation because he wanted to get a feel for this girl first.
“Yeah I know. I wish I could go out with you guys too. But Leslie called in and I gotta cover for her tonight.” The red head’s voice was almost raspy and Sam considered that extremely sexy.
“Damn, Marty your always at the fucking bar. You never get to hang with us anymore.” One of the other girls chimed in.
“Friday night guys. I promise. I’m there. But until we hire a new girl, being a Coyote is taking up all my damn time. Speaking of, I have to do a few things before I head to the bar. See ya’ll Friday night.” Before Sam could even try to catch her eye she was lost in the crowd. Now he had to find her. Thankfully there was only one bar he knew he could hunt down a Coyote.
Dean stared down at his watch and it was quarter after five and nothing. His “target” was nowhere to be seen. Quickly getting pissed off that no way is prude of a brother was gonna out mack him, he noticed something. He could hear someone trying to start their car but failing miserably. As he walked further into the parking lot a smile stretched across his face. It was her and he was so great at the damsel in distress gig. “Need some help?” he stepped up to her window.
“Its you.” Was all she said and Dean wondered if she could of put anymore disgust in her voice.
“Yeah and its Dean by the way. But I could take a look under the hood for you. I’m kind of good with cars.” He offered. She looked so defeated as she sighed.
“Well if you don’t mind. I have somewhere to be at six so I’m kind of in a bind here. It was working fine until I came back out of the bookstore and now nothing.” Dean realized he must of just missed her inside the store.
“Just pop the hood and I’ll see what’s going on.” He tapped her door and went around front. After a few moments she heard him yell.
“Try it now.” She turned the key and bingo, it started right up.
“Yes!” she was smiling with relief at the sound. “Thank you so much, really.” She stuck her head out the window.
“So how about that bite to eat?” Dean smirked as he shut the hood.
“Your persistent. I’ll give you that.” She smiled and he noticed one dimple in her right cheek.
“Some would say stubborn.” Dean placed his hands above her window and leaned down to talk.
“Laura by the way.” She offered.
“So where are you taking me to eat, Laura?” Dean was turning up the charm. She glanced at her wrist.
“Sorry, I really can’t. I’m going to be late and we still don’t have a..” She stopped mid sentence and gave Dean a once over then her eyes lit up.
“But there is one way we could hang out. But you would need to do me one more huge favor.”
Sam found his way to the Coyote Ugly bar downtown later that night. He moved inside through the crowds of people, looking for the red head. It took no more than a second to find her. She was up on the bar dancing to a loud rendition of “Devil Went Down to Georgia”. Sam watched and found himself becoming impressed. Not just with the way she moved her body but how you could tell she loved it. She loved having eyes on her and was truly having fun. Sometimes Sam wished his job could consist of something remotely like fun. Knowing he had to get her attention he tried to get at the bar right below her. He knew that his height advantage would definitely be a plus. However just as he got up to her the dance was done and she hopped down off the bar. Another Coyote took his drink order but he kept his eyes on the red head. After a little while she got back up there with another girl. They were doing some sort of sexy routine when she finally glanced in his direction. He grinned and she actually reciprocated for a split second. That was until some guy grabbed her leg and pulled her down to him.
“Hey, hands off buddy!” she warned trying to pull away from him.
“Just wanna talk to you baby.” The guy was obviously wasted but not letting go.
“Stop!” she squirmed under him until he was yanked backwards.
“She said let go.” Sam’s voice was husky and stern.
“Fuck you.” The guy muttered taking a swing at Sam. He ducked and came up with an uppercut of his own. Catching the guy right in the jaw he was taken a back a bit but still landed a punch to Sam’s stomach. Instinctively Sam bent over but knew the guy would take another shot. So he charged forward like a ram, pushing the drunk into the bar.
“Break it up!” a loud voice was yelling and Sam was being pulled back away from the guy.
“Your both outta here!” the obvious bouncer bellowed. Turning to leave Sam heard a female voice behind him.
“No Joe, he can stay. That asshole was grabbing me and he helped me out.” It was the red head.
“Alright Marty if you say so.” The bouncer walked away making sure to lead the drunk guy out the door.
“Thanks” Sam was still trying to get all his breath back.
“No problem. Thanks for helping me out there.” She was definitely a beauty Sam thought to himself as she spoke. “Let me buy you a couple drinks?” She grabbed his hand and lead him back to the bar.
“Sure, sounds good.” Now was his chance. “But I was thinking more like dinner, tomorrow night.” He smiled his genuine smile. She began to laugh.
“Wow, I don’t really do “dates”. Sam’s stomach dropped. “But hell, I’ll try anything once. Twice if I like it.” She winked then reached in the back pocket of her cutoffs. Taking a pen she scribbled a number on his hand. “Name’s Marty. Call me tomorrow.” That was all she said and went right back to work. Sam took a seat, drank a few beers and watched Marty. Damn, Dean had no chance.
Dean couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He was actually shaking. Dean Winchester doesn’t fucking shake over anything. He stood there in a white robe waiting when the door opened. Laura walked in and had the biggest smile he’d seen in awhile.
“Thank you sooo much for doing this Dean. I have no idea how I am going to repay you.” Dean knew exactly how she was going to but he just smiled innocently,
“Don’t mention it. But how long exactly do I have to be out there?”
“For about half an hour and I promise you have nothing to worry your going to be great, I mean fine, I mean, shit let’s just get started shall we?” Laura’s face was flushed and Dean grinned. He was making her nervous and he loved it. Dean followed her out the door and stepped up on a platform. He was surrounded by easels and people staring from around them.
“Alright everyone. This is Dean and he’s volunteered to be our model for this evening. So get your charcoal ready and let’s begin.” Dean tried to focus on Laura since she the only familiar face in the room. He glanced over to her and she nodded. Dean took a deep breath and dropped the robe. It took him a minute to actual look around. He didn’t hear any gasps but no boo’s either so he figured everything was okay. He did think he saw Laura’s eyes widen for a second and definitely saw her grin.
“Just take a seat Dean, get in a comfortable position and stay very still for us.” Dean did just as he was told. Laura stepped back to her own easel wishing she wasn’t so hot at the moment.
“Shit Laura were on earth did you find this greek god?” the guy next to her spoke up. “He was actually trying to pick me up at the coffee shop this morning, then ironically he helped me get my car started too.”
“Well he’s definitely getting my motor running I can tell you that.” She giggled. “So where are you taking Adonis after this?” Laura tried to focus on her sketch.
“Nowhere, I told him no.” The guy dropped his charcoal.
“Excuse me? Have you lost your ever loving mind? You mean this guy helped fix your car AND got naked in front of fifteen people for you and your not going to go on one date with him? I’m so glad I don’t play for your team. Women are crazy.” Laura stopped drawing.
“Yeah I guess your right. It’s the least I can do. Its just that he isn’t my type, ya know?” The guy leaned over close to her.
“Honey that,” he pointed to Dean “that is everyone’s type unless you’re blind. Besides you might actually have some fun. I know I would.” Laura sighed
“That’s kind of what I’m afraid of.”
Thursday
Sam hadn’t been on a date in awhile so he was a bit rusty. Dean was still in the shower when he left. He couldn’t get much info from Dean about how his end was going but Sam still thought he was in the lead. When he had called Marty earlier she gave him her address so he would be picking her up. Getting Dean to agree to let him have the Impala for the day was a feat in itself. It just happened to work out well that Marty was working later on that night so a daytime date would be better. That way he could get the car back to Dean by the edge of dark. After finally deciding on jeans and a nice button down Sam grabbed the keys. “I’m gone Dean! Be back before too late!” Sam yelled towards the bathroom. Dean’s head popped out the door
“Yeah okay. But remember Sammy, she better not have a scratch on her and no trying to win the bet in my backseat!” Sam laughed and slammed the door behind him.
When reaching Marty’s apartment, Sam’s stomach did a small flip. It was just a date but Sam knew what he was actually trying to accomplish with all this. He got out of the car before his conscience started nagging him. He knocked on the door and waited patiently. The door opened to reveal Marty in just a towel.
“Hey there. Right on time. Nice. C’mon in.” She moved aside just enough that Sam had to scoot right against her to get through the door. He swallowed hard.
“Hi there. How are you?” he asked. She grinned at his politeness.
“Doing just fine. Here have a seat.” She made room on the couch for him to sit. “I’ll be right back out.” As she walked away she lost the towel just in time for Sam to catch a glimpse. He could tell in that split second her curves were amazing. He had to keep himself in check however. He would never get anywhere if he already had a hard on and the date hadn’t even really started.
“So I wanted to thank you again for last night. That was really unexpected.” Marty yelled from the other room.
“Hey no big deal. Just the right thing to do.” He yelled in response. She then appeared back in the room wearing a blue shirt and really, really, short jean skirt. Sam’s breath hitched.
“Hell, I don’t even know my hero’s name.” She smiled looking around for a shoe to match the one in her hand.
“Sam. Sam Richardson.” After finding the shoe she took a seat right across from him. It took everything Sam had not to look up her tiny skirt because the opportunity was right there for him.
“Well Sam. I owe you a lot. Last night when I saw the dickhead get pulled back off of me I just figured it was one of the bouncers. But then I saw this tall, dark, and handsome man defending me. I was very intrigued to say the least.” Sam could feel himself blush a little.
“Like I said it was no big deal. That guy had his hands all over you and you obviously weren’t happy with it. So I stepped in.”
“True it wasn’t pleasant at all and I usually really enjoy a man’s hands all over me.” Marty had reached over and placed her hand on his kneed and Sam couldn’t breath for a second. He jolted right up off the couch.
“So are you ready to go?” He knew she was blatantly coming on to him, but he got too nervous too quick. She smiled and stood as well.
“Sure. Let’s go. What are we doing anyways?” Sam held the door for her.
“It’s a surprise but I think you’ll like it.”
Marty was a sucker for the Impala, just as Sam had an inkling she might. Just call it a hunch. On the way to their destination they talked about a few things. Sam found out that Marty was a Psych major but not really sure what she wanted to do with it. She didn’t really go to class as much as she probably should and that she used to be a gymnast. That last fact seemed to be the one that stuck in Sam’s mind. She was definitely the type of girl that liked to be free and have a good time. She didn’t really seem loose or anything just carefree. Sam wished he could be that way sometimes. He wished that he could be the reckless brother who did crazy things with abandon. But he never got the chance. They pulled up to a park, next to a lake. “Here we are.” Sam smiled and got out of the car. Before he could get to the other side to open her door she was already out.
“We’re at a lake.” She smiled not sure what to think. “Let me guess we’re going on a….” she started but was cut off as Sam lifted a basket from the backseat
“Picnic!” he finished for her, his dimples shining. This guy was definitely not what she was used to. She was a night owl first of all so most of her interactions with men were at clubs or at the bar. At times she could of swore she had the mind set of your typical guy. She liked sex. She could admit it and this Sam fellow had great sex written all over that lean body. But she could already tell that casual sex was probably not what his personality leant towards. But she agreed to do this and hell she might even have a good time.
“C’mon.” He reached for her hand. She took at and couldn’t help but smile back at his infectious grin. Those dimples were unbelievable. They found a place in the grass away from everyone else and sat down.
“Okay so I’m not the best chef so I just picked up a few burgers and a couple of beers. Hope that’s alright.” He sighed.
“Shit, that’s great with me.” They ate and chatted for a while then Marty scooted a bit closer to him.
“So tell me Sam. What does a guy like yourself like to do for fun?” Her voice left traces of seductiveness. Sam knew she wasn’t asking about his hobbies.
“Umm.. well I like to read and umm… travel.” She smiled.
“Do you ever leave your books at home and get into any trouble?” Sam watched her bite her bottom lip.
“Trouble?” he questioned. The fact that he was actually a felon on the run from the FBI was definitely considered trouble but he couldn’t go there.
“Yeah. Like doing a lot of drinking, dancing, and other stuff.” She touched his arm.
“W-well… not so much.” He knew he was sinking this ship but she was so forward and well he so wasn’t. Marty swung her legs over Sam’s and got up close to his ear.
“Just stick with me and I can guarantee we can get into lots of trouble.” Sam gave a nervous laugh.
“Hey, how bout we take a stroll over by the lake?” He had to move, had to get up. His neck was so damn hot right now. Marty giggled and moved her legs.
“Sure Sam, whatever you want to do.” He grabbed the basket and her hand as they walked towards the water. Once they had gotten to the lake, no one else was around. It was just the two of them. Suddenly Marty let go of his hand and ran over to the water’s edge.
“Alright Sam. This is our first opportunity. Before Sam could question her on what she meant he realized that she was removing her clothing.
“Marty. Hey, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing Sam. Its hot so I’m going to take a dip, care to join me?” Sam’s manners came into play as he turned his head.
“Marty. Anybody could walk up at any second.” His voice was becoming shaky. “So. Then they’ll get a show won’t they?” Sam then heard the splashing of water. He turned to see Marty’s head sticking up out of the lake.
“C’mon in. I dare you.” She winked.
“I-I can’t.” he smiled nervously.
“Oh hell Sam. Why not? Just for a second then we’ll get out and dressed, no one will know the difference.” He noticed how her red hair seemed to almost sparkle in the sunlight.
“Fuck” Sam spoke quietly to himself. But then he was undoing his shirt and kicking off his shoes. He resigned himself to the fact that he’d lost his mind. He didn’t skinny dip. Especially in the middle of the day with a girl he’d just met. However there he stood in just his boxers. Marty’s body started to heat up even in the cold water. Sam’s body was unbelievable. She had an inkling that he was in shape, but until she saw it she had no idea. Sam breathed out one more time, dropped trowel and ran into the water. Marty was squealing for him, so happy that he did it. He made his way over to her and couldn’t believe how wonderful the water felt all over his body.
“Now, aren’t you glad you came in here with me?” She swam closer.
“You know. I really am.” Sam laughed in spite of himself. She looked so beautiful at that moment and adrenaline was still pumping through him so he made his move. He wrapped a huge hand around the base of her head and pulled her mouth to his. He tried to kiss softly at first but something about this woman made him want more. He felt her tongue so he opened wider to let her in. The kiss was a jumble of teeth, lips, tongues and heavy breathing. He pulled back and she opened her eyes.
“Unfortunately its getting late and I have to get to work.” Her green eyes flashed and Sam simply nodded. While quickly redressing Sam wanted to take a peek but he knew he shouldn’t do that. However Marty wasn’t quite as polite as she watched every move Sam made. She was thrilled to find out that he was completely proportional as well. He walked quickly behind her letting her lead the way. He made sure he got the chance to open her door this time. They had made their way back onto the main road and Marty unfastened her seatbelt. Sam looked over at her puzzled as she slid over in the seat next to him.
“Just watch the road.” She whispered softly. Sam couldn’t think straight when her hands were at his belt.
“Marty”, he gasped.
“Shh” Once everything was undone she leaned over, her head in his lap.
“Oh shit…” Sam’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He was driving the Impala, Dean’s Impala, with a sexy woman’s mouth on his cock. As Marty moved up and down on him, Sam groaned and tried to focus. He would alternate between pushing too hard on the gas pedal or forgetting to give it gas at all.
“Fuck, yeah…” Sam breathed out. This was so wrong and so dangerous but it felt too good for him to make her stop. He tried to get through the upcoming stoplight but to no avail. While they were stopped Sam grabbed her hair and moved it aside to see if it looked as good as it felt and yep it did. He threw his head back as her tongue worked him over. He turned his head to notice that there was a big rig next to them. Sam let his eyes rise higher to find a guy looking down on them. He smiled and gave Sam a big thumbs up. The light finally turned green and Sam willed his foot to move. But then he could feel it. The heat rising from his toes,
“Marty” it was no more than a whisper, “Marty, I’m, I’m… I’m gonna…..fuckkkk”. It was all he could do not to run off into the ditch at the moment. The rush that fell over him was mind numbing. Once Marty had drank him all in she helped him get himself together and sat up. Sam couldn’t look at her quite yet. He wasn’t even sure he was conscious.
“Sorry I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” She grinned at him, her mouth still reddened from the friction.
“Umm thanks?” Sam couldn’t think of anything else to say but thankfully she just laughed.
“No problem. You looked like you needed some help so I helped you. Now we’re even.” Sam pulled into the parking lot of the bar. “So what are you doing tomorrow night?” she was right up beside him again. Hoping you was what Sam was actually thinking.
“Nothing that I know of, do you have any ideas?” he looked right into her eyes now.
“Meet me at the Scorpion Club at nine. Don’t be late.” She placed a small kiss on his lips “I’m going to show you how to have a good time Sam Richardson.” With that she got out of the car and he watched her walk into the building. He couldn’t believe how the day had turned out but he didn’t have time to think about much. He had to get the car back to Dean and make sure he never found out a chick just sucked him off in his prized possession.
The minute Dean grabbed the keys from Sam’s hand he knew he was on a mission. From the looks of things his brother must have had a good date but he wouldn’t give Dean any details. It was time Dean turned it up to twelve. He pulled on his black t-shirt and tightest jeans. Hell he even wore a little extra cologne, but not overkill.
After knocking a couple times, a man opened the door.
“Oh hello there. Dean, right?” Dean shook his hand,
“Yep that’s me.” Dean felt the guy’s gaze run over his body and he started to fidget.
“Can I come in?” The guy started to laugh.
“So sorry, I must of gotten distracted by the view. I’m Beau and Laura is inside.” He moved so Dean could get in. “However this view isn’t so bad either.” Dean heard behind him but just nervously smiled.
“Hi Dean. Please, have a seat.” He turned to see Laura and her hair was down now and she was wearing a pretty summer dress. He was feeling better about this whole situation already. “I see that you’ve met my best friend here. Don’t mind Beau he’s just a big diva.” She kissed her friend on the cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, bitch. Don’t hate. I’m heading out. Gonna let you two have some time.” He winked at Dean. “Oh and don’t worry Dean, if she gets too boring just grab her cell and speed dial my number. I’ll take care of you.”
“Bye! Beau!” Laura laughed shutting the door behind him. “Sorry about that. He’s unique to say the least.” She sat in a chair diagonal from Dean.
“Yeah, he’s really….”
“Forward?”
“Yes.” Dean agreed.
“Yeah after drawing class. He was fumbling over himself that you were coming over. Guess you have a big fan.”
“Great.” Dean spoke through clinched teeth and a wide grin.
“So.” She patted her legs. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Sure, have you got beer?” Dean perked up.
“Sorry, I don’t really drink.” Dean could a sworn he just got sucker punched in the gut with those words.
“Really?” he spat out. Laura just chuckled.
“Really. But I do have iced tea if you’re interested.”
“Perfect.” He was still getting over her last comment. After all beer was one of his major food groups.
“Alright, then just follow me.” Dean gladly stepped behind her, if nothing else to get a look at her while she walked. The kitchen smelled delicious.
“What’s that smell?” he asked with closed eyes taking it in.
“Just meatloaf and we’re gonna have mashed potatoes, green beans and biscuits. Then peach cobbler for dessert.” Dean thought for a second that he was going to come in his jeans.
“I know we just met but would you marry me?” he smiled taking the glass of tea from her. Laura was blushing now and she started wiping down the counter to avoid eye contact.
“I just wanted to thank you for doing what you did for me and to also apologize for the way I treated you in the coffee shop. I mean I’m just not really used to guys approaching me. Especially guys like you.”
Dean took a drink, “Guys like me?” his eyebrow arched. Laura looked at him feeling like that could have been taken badly.
“No, I mean guys that look like you.” Dean grinned and she noticed the lines by his eyes, how they gave a lot of character to his face.
“Well thanks, I guess.”
“Your welcome.” She smiled then quickly changed the subject. “Would you like to sit on the back porch until dinner is ready?”
“Sure, sounds nice.” He followed her out and they sat side by side on the back steps.
“So your in college right? So how can you afford a place like this on your own?” he questioned.
“Well actually I grew up here. This house belonged to my grandparents. They raised me since I was really little, but they both passed so it was given to me.” I teach some art classes on the side for money to keep it up.” He looked over at her and noticed the freckles she had across her nose.
“That’s awesome.” Then there was the dreaded moment of silence between them until Dean broke it. “I think you’re lying by the way.” Laura’s eyes widened.
“Excuse me?” “I think you get approached by plenty of guys. You just don’t pay attention.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his revelation.
“Whatever. I’ve always been the “smart” girl that kept to herself and was the brunt of all the bullies jokes.” Dean nudged her with his elbow.
“Well you don’t seem that way to me and I’m glad you invited me over.” As she smiled at him he felt warm inside for some reason.
“I’m grateful that you showed up and saved my class.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“I was terrible. I couldn’t hold still the whole time and…” She cut him off.
“You were wonderful. You looked amazing. Your lines were exquisite. Oh my God. Laura just keep talking.” She covered her face in embarrassment. Dean laughed.
“You like my “lines” huh? I think I did catch you checking out specific lines a couple times.” She reached over and smacked his arm.
“I was sketching.”
“Did you even get to my upper half in your sketch?” he kept prodding. This time she playfully tried to push him off the step.
“Stop. I’m feeding you remember. Be nice.”
“Okay, sorry.” He tried to hold a straight face but the laughter just burst out. He couldn’t help it.
“That’s it!” she laughed. She stood up but started to stumble back but Dean caught her in time.
“I got you.” She held on to his strong arms. In instinct he pulled her closer against him. Dean’s lips were about to touch hers, and she was about to let him when they heard a loud buzzer.
“Oh shit.” She ran inside and he followed right behind her. She opened to check on the meatloaf and thankfully it was okay. Trying to get passed what almost happened outside, Laura told Dean to go sit at the table and she would bring everything out.
She had never seen anyone eat like Dean before. She didn’t mind that he ate it was just that she didn’t know where he was putting it all. Over dinner they did talk about stuff. Dean told her a fake last name and fake life to go along with it. However she absorbed it all and gave just as much info in return. She especially liked talking about art. Dean had no idea what she was talking about but he liked her voice, so he listened. “Now you go into the den, I’ll clean up here, and be with you shortly.”
While in the den he surveyed the pictures on the mantle, the artwork with her name at the bottom on the walls, and how cozy this place felt. He sat down and had a thought he rarely ever had. He wondered if maybe she was too sweet of a person to do the things he wanted to do to her. Nah, he decided. He would never force himself on a woman so anything they might end up doing would be mutual. Besides he would make her toes curl so it was a win, win situation in his eyes. When Laura came into the den she found Dean sitting on the couch looking through a magazine.
“Sorry it took so long. What do you say to a movie?”
“Sounds great”. But all Dean could think about was all the scenarios this could lead to. Unfortunately after putting a movie in Laura decided to sit in the recliner instead of beside him on the couch.
“I won’t bite.” Dean coaxed.
“Oh I know, I’m just … well… I guess if I sat with you I could let you know what’s going on if you get lost.”
“Exactly”. Dean smiled innocently, if only she knew. The movie started and it definitely looked like some chick flick, so Dean let his mind wander. She could feel his eyes on her as she stared forward. Her breathing was slowly starting to increase from just being held under his gaze. She felt his hand come up and move a strand of hair behind her ear and she turned to look at him. “Sorry, just had to touch you.”
“Dean.” She gasped turning back to the television. In an instant he was up against her, his breath hot in her ear.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t…” she swallowed not being able to finish her words.
“Just let me do this.” He turned her head towards him and placed his lips on hers. The kisses were soft and almost one sided at first, but it didn’t take long before Dean gained access inside. His tongue melded with hers and she moaned softly into his mouth. Laura then started to push Dean until he was almost completely under her. As her kisses became more giving, his hands became more confident. He moved his kisses to her neck and his hands crept their way under her dress. Her skin was so soft and she smelled so good Dean was getting drunk on her, who needed beer. But then she pulled away.
“I’m sorry Dean. God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I just don’t do this on the first date. I just don’t.” she placed her head in her hands. Dean sat up
“No listen Laura its fine. Really. Of course you got my blood pumping,” he laughed lightly, “but I’m not the least bit upset. Don’t worry.” She lifted her head to look at him.
“Your not?” Dean just shook his head and grinned. Then he grabbed her hand and kissed the top.
“I think its time I get going.” Laura walked him to the door, sending some cobbler with him. “I had a nice time, Dean. Thank you for being such a gentleman.” Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.
“Thank you for dinner and the good company.” Regardless, he still placed a kiss on her lips to say goodbye.
“I’m sure I’ll see around.” As he got into his car he was proud of himself but also mad. But he wasn’t giving up, he still had two more days and Sam would never beat him at his own game.
Go to Part 2
Rating: R
Author: whimsicalangel
Pairing: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC
Prompt: Romantic Rivalries for svmadelyn's Kink/Cliche Challenge
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Words: 12,000 plus (total)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to the CW or Supernatural. If I did I wouldn't have to write stories to imagine these sorts of things. These writings are for pure enjoyment and nothing more.
Wednesday
“Your so full of it Dean.” Sam shook his head in disbelief at his older brother.
“You know its true Sammy, women just find me irresistible that’s all. Can’t help it really.” Dean’s trademark grin beamed brightly. The boys plopped their luggage down on the motel beds.
“So you honestly believe that you can get any woman to sleep with you using those cheesy pick up lines and tight jeans?” Sam stood with his hands on his hips.
“Never fails. Maybe you should start paying attention and you could learn a few tricks Sammy boy.”
“Contrary to you theory Dean there are some women out there who have actual brains in their heads and wouldn’t give you the time of day.” Sam sat down on his bed and leaned back against the headboard. Dean gave a wholehearted laugh at that statement.
“What so you think that all your intellectual mumbo jumbo, flowers, and candy crap could do the trick then?” Sam chuckled a bit.
“Well it’s a hell of a lot better than the overused pick up lines you use. Let’s see I think my favorite is “Is that a keg in your pants? Cause I’d sure like to tap that ass.” Sam turned his head to the side a bit “I mean really Dean? Really?”
Dean walked around to sit on his bed, directly facing his brother. “Fine smart ass. If you think you can do so much better. Let’s make this interesting. We’ll see who can get some action first. We’re in this town until Sunday morning. The job Bobby told us about fell through so we have a little down time. The first one to score by Sunday wins.” Sam’s laugh was almost a roar. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Dean you are such a freaking pig. You know that? I’m not making some bet over who gets ass first. Its ridiculous! Now let’s go grab something to eat.” Sam stood up but Dean stepped in his way.
“Ah c’mon Sammy, afraid there’s a skill your big brother actually does better than you? Not up to par with the big boys?” Dean’s arched eyebrow triggered something in Sam.
“Move, Dean. I’m not talking about this anymore.” Sam tried to maneuver around him but no luck.
“Can’t do it can ya?” Dean was right up in his face. “Can’t just sleep with a local chick and head to the next town? Figures.” With those words moved towards the door.
“And what the hell does that mean?” Sam could feel himself getting angry.
“Let’s just face it Sam. Deep down on the inside, your really Samantha.” Dean smiled.
“Fuck you Dean. Fine! After this your gonna shut your mouth about my sex life. You got it? I’ll prove to you that you’re not the only Winchester who knows their way around women. When I win this bet I get to listen to whatever music I want in the Impala, eat wherever I want, and chose which bed I want in every room for 3 months” Dean flinched especially at the music part.
“Alright. And when I win I get first dibs on the shower, what’s on the tv, porn included, and you have to wash the Impala every week for 3 months.” Sam almost backed out right then. Just the thought of Walker, Texas Ranger or Busty Call Girls 3 every night for 3 months was a lot to deal with. But he wasn’t backing out now.
“Deal.” He offered his hand in agreement and Dean took it.
“Deal. Now, lets go get some grub.” Dean opened the door to head out and Sam stopped him.
“Wait, Dean there’s one more condition to this bet. We get to pick each other’s “target”. Dean considered it for a moment.
“Your on.” The motel door shut behind them.
“How about her?” Dean pointed at some blonde up at the counter ordering a latte. Her skirt was shorter than should probably be legal.
“No Dean! This is my choice remember? You think I’m gonna hand this to you on a silver, or make that blonde platter?” Sam took a drink of his coffee as his eyes scanned the crowd of coeds around him. Luckily they were in a college town and sitting smack dab in the middle of the university coffee shop. Sam was getting anxious when his eyes lit up.
“That’s her Dean. Right over there.” Dean’s gaze followed Sam’s hand over to a rather petite brunette sitting by herself reading.
“You gotta be kidding me Sam? Her? She’s ….reading for God’s sake.” Dean actually shuddered at the thought. “She probably even wears panties.” Sam chuckled.
“Precisely. You think you’re the ultimate playboy so it should be a breeze, Hef.” Dean just stared at his brother.
“Fine. Smart ass. No problem at all.” Dean leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his coffee. “Now its my turn.” Dean looked around him for a minute then leaned closer. “Over there in the black t-shirt.” Sam turned in his seat to see a group of girls chatting near the door. The girl in the black tee was a red head wearing low cut jeans, boots, and a black leather cuff on her arm. She looked like any girl that Dean would be trying to sneak into their motel at 3 am.
“Really? That’s your choice for me? Are you trying to lose, Dean?” This time Dean was the one laughing.
“Sure is little brother. You wanna play in the big leagues so let’s see how you do with a party girl? Don’t think it will be as easy as you think. Especially since you consider a wild night to be drinking 3 beers and passing out on the bathroom floor.” Sam kicked his brother in the shin.
“Go to hell. You have no idea what things I did back a Stanford.”
“Then go get her tiger.” Dean stood up. “In the meantime, I got someone to meet.” He slid his coat off and made his way to the brunette’s table.
“Excuse me? Is this seat taken?” Dean lowered his voice as he spoke. The brunette looked up from her book, gave Dean a once over, and looked over at a few empty tables nearby.
“Umm.. sure, I guess.” Dean placed his coat on the table and took the seat right next to her. To Dean’s dismay she went right back to reading.
“So, come here often?” Dean smiled trying to get her to look at him again.
“Yeah well. I am a student here. So yeah, kind of a given.” She never looked away from the damn book. Dean tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she was obviously giving him.
“Right, right.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck, weirdly becoming nervous. “So, I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone. So I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere and grab a bite to eat?” The brunette, closed her eyes, sighed, and sat the book down.
“Listen, I don’t know what kind of crap you and your frat brothers have going here but I don’t have time for it. Just go back and tell them how you tried to pick up the wallflower in the coffee shop. Have a good laugh and a few keg stands. Just leave me alone.” As she spoke, Dean noticed she had very pretty brown eyes even if her words weren’t as nice.
“No, no I think your getting the wrong idea here.” He stammered out. “I’m not some frat guy. Do you think I could be a frat guy?” Dean took a second to consider if that was perhaps some sort of backhanded compliment. “But no, I honestly just thought you were cute and decided to come over. That’s it.” Dean was becoming almost defensive. She was about to speak again when her cell phone rang.
“Excuse me.” She answered but tried to turn away from Dean to speak. “Yeah, I know I’ll figure something out. No I’ll be there by 6, just gotta run by the bookstore and grab a few supplies on my way there. Okay. Yeah. Talk to you soon. Bye”. After closing the phone she turned back to Dean. “Whatever your intentions were. I’m not interested, okay? I’m sure that might come as a shock to a guy that looks like you. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta get to class.” Dean stood up as she did.
“Well maybe I’ll see you around.” He was drowning here. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled and walked away. Dean sat back down, hung his head and turned to glare back at Sam. Thankfully Sam was standing near that group of girls and not paying attention to his strike out. However Dean knew two things for sure. He was going to be at that bookstore right before 6 pm and he was still winning this bet.
As soon as Dean walked away, Sam was trying to think of a game plan. This couldn’t be that hard. Dean does it all the time right? But he had to get up and start moving before she left and he lost all chances of winning. He stood close enough to the girls to hear their conversation because he wanted to get a feel for this girl first.
“Yeah I know. I wish I could go out with you guys too. But Leslie called in and I gotta cover for her tonight.” The red head’s voice was almost raspy and Sam considered that extremely sexy.
“Damn, Marty your always at the fucking bar. You never get to hang with us anymore.” One of the other girls chimed in.
“Friday night guys. I promise. I’m there. But until we hire a new girl, being a Coyote is taking up all my damn time. Speaking of, I have to do a few things before I head to the bar. See ya’ll Friday night.” Before Sam could even try to catch her eye she was lost in the crowd. Now he had to find her. Thankfully there was only one bar he knew he could hunt down a Coyote.
Dean stared down at his watch and it was quarter after five and nothing. His “target” was nowhere to be seen. Quickly getting pissed off that no way is prude of a brother was gonna out mack him, he noticed something. He could hear someone trying to start their car but failing miserably. As he walked further into the parking lot a smile stretched across his face. It was her and he was so great at the damsel in distress gig. “Need some help?” he stepped up to her window.
“Its you.” Was all she said and Dean wondered if she could of put anymore disgust in her voice.
“Yeah and its Dean by the way. But I could take a look under the hood for you. I’m kind of good with cars.” He offered. She looked so defeated as she sighed.
“Well if you don’t mind. I have somewhere to be at six so I’m kind of in a bind here. It was working fine until I came back out of the bookstore and now nothing.” Dean realized he must of just missed her inside the store.
“Just pop the hood and I’ll see what’s going on.” He tapped her door and went around front. After a few moments she heard him yell.
“Try it now.” She turned the key and bingo, it started right up.
“Yes!” she was smiling with relief at the sound. “Thank you so much, really.” She stuck her head out the window.
“So how about that bite to eat?” Dean smirked as he shut the hood.
“Your persistent. I’ll give you that.” She smiled and he noticed one dimple in her right cheek.
“Some would say stubborn.” Dean placed his hands above her window and leaned down to talk.
“Laura by the way.” She offered.
“So where are you taking me to eat, Laura?” Dean was turning up the charm. She glanced at her wrist.
“Sorry, I really can’t. I’m going to be late and we still don’t have a..” She stopped mid sentence and gave Dean a once over then her eyes lit up.
“But there is one way we could hang out. But you would need to do me one more huge favor.”
Sam found his way to the Coyote Ugly bar downtown later that night. He moved inside through the crowds of people, looking for the red head. It took no more than a second to find her. She was up on the bar dancing to a loud rendition of “Devil Went Down to Georgia”. Sam watched and found himself becoming impressed. Not just with the way she moved her body but how you could tell she loved it. She loved having eyes on her and was truly having fun. Sometimes Sam wished his job could consist of something remotely like fun. Knowing he had to get her attention he tried to get at the bar right below her. He knew that his height advantage would definitely be a plus. However just as he got up to her the dance was done and she hopped down off the bar. Another Coyote took his drink order but he kept his eyes on the red head. After a little while she got back up there with another girl. They were doing some sort of sexy routine when she finally glanced in his direction. He grinned and she actually reciprocated for a split second. That was until some guy grabbed her leg and pulled her down to him.
“Hey, hands off buddy!” she warned trying to pull away from him.
“Just wanna talk to you baby.” The guy was obviously wasted but not letting go.
“Stop!” she squirmed under him until he was yanked backwards.
“She said let go.” Sam’s voice was husky and stern.
“Fuck you.” The guy muttered taking a swing at Sam. He ducked and came up with an uppercut of his own. Catching the guy right in the jaw he was taken a back a bit but still landed a punch to Sam’s stomach. Instinctively Sam bent over but knew the guy would take another shot. So he charged forward like a ram, pushing the drunk into the bar.
“Break it up!” a loud voice was yelling and Sam was being pulled back away from the guy.
“Your both outta here!” the obvious bouncer bellowed. Turning to leave Sam heard a female voice behind him.
“No Joe, he can stay. That asshole was grabbing me and he helped me out.” It was the red head.
“Alright Marty if you say so.” The bouncer walked away making sure to lead the drunk guy out the door.
“Thanks” Sam was still trying to get all his breath back.
“No problem. Thanks for helping me out there.” She was definitely a beauty Sam thought to himself as she spoke. “Let me buy you a couple drinks?” She grabbed his hand and lead him back to the bar.
“Sure, sounds good.” Now was his chance. “But I was thinking more like dinner, tomorrow night.” He smiled his genuine smile. She began to laugh.
“Wow, I don’t really do “dates”. Sam’s stomach dropped. “But hell, I’ll try anything once. Twice if I like it.” She winked then reached in the back pocket of her cutoffs. Taking a pen she scribbled a number on his hand. “Name’s Marty. Call me tomorrow.” That was all she said and went right back to work. Sam took a seat, drank a few beers and watched Marty. Damn, Dean had no chance.
Dean couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He was actually shaking. Dean Winchester doesn’t fucking shake over anything. He stood there in a white robe waiting when the door opened. Laura walked in and had the biggest smile he’d seen in awhile.
“Thank you sooo much for doing this Dean. I have no idea how I am going to repay you.” Dean knew exactly how she was going to but he just smiled innocently,
“Don’t mention it. But how long exactly do I have to be out there?”
“For about half an hour and I promise you have nothing to worry your going to be great, I mean fine, I mean, shit let’s just get started shall we?” Laura’s face was flushed and Dean grinned. He was making her nervous and he loved it. Dean followed her out the door and stepped up on a platform. He was surrounded by easels and people staring from around them.
“Alright everyone. This is Dean and he’s volunteered to be our model for this evening. So get your charcoal ready and let’s begin.” Dean tried to focus on Laura since she the only familiar face in the room. He glanced over to her and she nodded. Dean took a deep breath and dropped the robe. It took him a minute to actual look around. He didn’t hear any gasps but no boo’s either so he figured everything was okay. He did think he saw Laura’s eyes widen for a second and definitely saw her grin.
“Just take a seat Dean, get in a comfortable position and stay very still for us.” Dean did just as he was told. Laura stepped back to her own easel wishing she wasn’t so hot at the moment.
“Shit Laura were on earth did you find this greek god?” the guy next to her spoke up. “He was actually trying to pick me up at the coffee shop this morning, then ironically he helped me get my car started too.”
“Well he’s definitely getting my motor running I can tell you that.” She giggled. “So where are you taking Adonis after this?” Laura tried to focus on her sketch.
“Nowhere, I told him no.” The guy dropped his charcoal.
“Excuse me? Have you lost your ever loving mind? You mean this guy helped fix your car AND got naked in front of fifteen people for you and your not going to go on one date with him? I’m so glad I don’t play for your team. Women are crazy.” Laura stopped drawing.
“Yeah I guess your right. It’s the least I can do. Its just that he isn’t my type, ya know?” The guy leaned over close to her.
“Honey that,” he pointed to Dean “that is everyone’s type unless you’re blind. Besides you might actually have some fun. I know I would.” Laura sighed
“That’s kind of what I’m afraid of.”
Thursday
Sam hadn’t been on a date in awhile so he was a bit rusty. Dean was still in the shower when he left. He couldn’t get much info from Dean about how his end was going but Sam still thought he was in the lead. When he had called Marty earlier she gave him her address so he would be picking her up. Getting Dean to agree to let him have the Impala for the day was a feat in itself. It just happened to work out well that Marty was working later on that night so a daytime date would be better. That way he could get the car back to Dean by the edge of dark. After finally deciding on jeans and a nice button down Sam grabbed the keys. “I’m gone Dean! Be back before too late!” Sam yelled towards the bathroom. Dean’s head popped out the door
“Yeah okay. But remember Sammy, she better not have a scratch on her and no trying to win the bet in my backseat!” Sam laughed and slammed the door behind him.
When reaching Marty’s apartment, Sam’s stomach did a small flip. It was just a date but Sam knew what he was actually trying to accomplish with all this. He got out of the car before his conscience started nagging him. He knocked on the door and waited patiently. The door opened to reveal Marty in just a towel.
“Hey there. Right on time. Nice. C’mon in.” She moved aside just enough that Sam had to scoot right against her to get through the door. He swallowed hard.
“Hi there. How are you?” he asked. She grinned at his politeness.
“Doing just fine. Here have a seat.” She made room on the couch for him to sit. “I’ll be right back out.” As she walked away she lost the towel just in time for Sam to catch a glimpse. He could tell in that split second her curves were amazing. He had to keep himself in check however. He would never get anywhere if he already had a hard on and the date hadn’t even really started.
“So I wanted to thank you again for last night. That was really unexpected.” Marty yelled from the other room.
“Hey no big deal. Just the right thing to do.” He yelled in response. She then appeared back in the room wearing a blue shirt and really, really, short jean skirt. Sam’s breath hitched.
“Hell, I don’t even know my hero’s name.” She smiled looking around for a shoe to match the one in her hand.
“Sam. Sam Richardson.” After finding the shoe she took a seat right across from him. It took everything Sam had not to look up her tiny skirt because the opportunity was right there for him.
“Well Sam. I owe you a lot. Last night when I saw the dickhead get pulled back off of me I just figured it was one of the bouncers. But then I saw this tall, dark, and handsome man defending me. I was very intrigued to say the least.” Sam could feel himself blush a little.
“Like I said it was no big deal. That guy had his hands all over you and you obviously weren’t happy with it. So I stepped in.”
“True it wasn’t pleasant at all and I usually really enjoy a man’s hands all over me.” Marty had reached over and placed her hand on his kneed and Sam couldn’t breath for a second. He jolted right up off the couch.
“So are you ready to go?” He knew she was blatantly coming on to him, but he got too nervous too quick. She smiled and stood as well.
“Sure. Let’s go. What are we doing anyways?” Sam held the door for her.
“It’s a surprise but I think you’ll like it.”
Marty was a sucker for the Impala, just as Sam had an inkling she might. Just call it a hunch. On the way to their destination they talked about a few things. Sam found out that Marty was a Psych major but not really sure what she wanted to do with it. She didn’t really go to class as much as she probably should and that she used to be a gymnast. That last fact seemed to be the one that stuck in Sam’s mind. She was definitely the type of girl that liked to be free and have a good time. She didn’t really seem loose or anything just carefree. Sam wished he could be that way sometimes. He wished that he could be the reckless brother who did crazy things with abandon. But he never got the chance. They pulled up to a park, next to a lake. “Here we are.” Sam smiled and got out of the car. Before he could get to the other side to open her door she was already out.
“We’re at a lake.” She smiled not sure what to think. “Let me guess we’re going on a….” she started but was cut off as Sam lifted a basket from the backseat
“Picnic!” he finished for her, his dimples shining. This guy was definitely not what she was used to. She was a night owl first of all so most of her interactions with men were at clubs or at the bar. At times she could of swore she had the mind set of your typical guy. She liked sex. She could admit it and this Sam fellow had great sex written all over that lean body. But she could already tell that casual sex was probably not what his personality leant towards. But she agreed to do this and hell she might even have a good time.
“C’mon.” He reached for her hand. She took at and couldn’t help but smile back at his infectious grin. Those dimples were unbelievable. They found a place in the grass away from everyone else and sat down.
“Okay so I’m not the best chef so I just picked up a few burgers and a couple of beers. Hope that’s alright.” He sighed.
“Shit, that’s great with me.” They ate and chatted for a while then Marty scooted a bit closer to him.
“So tell me Sam. What does a guy like yourself like to do for fun?” Her voice left traces of seductiveness. Sam knew she wasn’t asking about his hobbies.
“Umm.. well I like to read and umm… travel.” She smiled.
“Do you ever leave your books at home and get into any trouble?” Sam watched her bite her bottom lip.
“Trouble?” he questioned. The fact that he was actually a felon on the run from the FBI was definitely considered trouble but he couldn’t go there.
“Yeah. Like doing a lot of drinking, dancing, and other stuff.” She touched his arm.
“W-well… not so much.” He knew he was sinking this ship but she was so forward and well he so wasn’t. Marty swung her legs over Sam’s and got up close to his ear.
“Just stick with me and I can guarantee we can get into lots of trouble.” Sam gave a nervous laugh.
“Hey, how bout we take a stroll over by the lake?” He had to move, had to get up. His neck was so damn hot right now. Marty giggled and moved her legs.
“Sure Sam, whatever you want to do.” He grabbed the basket and her hand as they walked towards the water. Once they had gotten to the lake, no one else was around. It was just the two of them. Suddenly Marty let go of his hand and ran over to the water’s edge.
“Alright Sam. This is our first opportunity. Before Sam could question her on what she meant he realized that she was removing her clothing.
“Marty. Hey, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing Sam. Its hot so I’m going to take a dip, care to join me?” Sam’s manners came into play as he turned his head.
“Marty. Anybody could walk up at any second.” His voice was becoming shaky. “So. Then they’ll get a show won’t they?” Sam then heard the splashing of water. He turned to see Marty’s head sticking up out of the lake.
“C’mon in. I dare you.” She winked.
“I-I can’t.” he smiled nervously.
“Oh hell Sam. Why not? Just for a second then we’ll get out and dressed, no one will know the difference.” He noticed how her red hair seemed to almost sparkle in the sunlight.
“Fuck” Sam spoke quietly to himself. But then he was undoing his shirt and kicking off his shoes. He resigned himself to the fact that he’d lost his mind. He didn’t skinny dip. Especially in the middle of the day with a girl he’d just met. However there he stood in just his boxers. Marty’s body started to heat up even in the cold water. Sam’s body was unbelievable. She had an inkling that he was in shape, but until she saw it she had no idea. Sam breathed out one more time, dropped trowel and ran into the water. Marty was squealing for him, so happy that he did it. He made his way over to her and couldn’t believe how wonderful the water felt all over his body.
“Now, aren’t you glad you came in here with me?” She swam closer.
“You know. I really am.” Sam laughed in spite of himself. She looked so beautiful at that moment and adrenaline was still pumping through him so he made his move. He wrapped a huge hand around the base of her head and pulled her mouth to his. He tried to kiss softly at first but something about this woman made him want more. He felt her tongue so he opened wider to let her in. The kiss was a jumble of teeth, lips, tongues and heavy breathing. He pulled back and she opened her eyes.
“Unfortunately its getting late and I have to get to work.” Her green eyes flashed and Sam simply nodded. While quickly redressing Sam wanted to take a peek but he knew he shouldn’t do that. However Marty wasn’t quite as polite as she watched every move Sam made. She was thrilled to find out that he was completely proportional as well. He walked quickly behind her letting her lead the way. He made sure he got the chance to open her door this time. They had made their way back onto the main road and Marty unfastened her seatbelt. Sam looked over at her puzzled as she slid over in the seat next to him.
“Just watch the road.” She whispered softly. Sam couldn’t think straight when her hands were at his belt.
“Marty”, he gasped.
“Shh” Once everything was undone she leaned over, her head in his lap.
“Oh shit…” Sam’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He was driving the Impala, Dean’s Impala, with a sexy woman’s mouth on his cock. As Marty moved up and down on him, Sam groaned and tried to focus. He would alternate between pushing too hard on the gas pedal or forgetting to give it gas at all.
“Fuck, yeah…” Sam breathed out. This was so wrong and so dangerous but it felt too good for him to make her stop. He tried to get through the upcoming stoplight but to no avail. While they were stopped Sam grabbed her hair and moved it aside to see if it looked as good as it felt and yep it did. He threw his head back as her tongue worked him over. He turned his head to notice that there was a big rig next to them. Sam let his eyes rise higher to find a guy looking down on them. He smiled and gave Sam a big thumbs up. The light finally turned green and Sam willed his foot to move. But then he could feel it. The heat rising from his toes,
“Marty” it was no more than a whisper, “Marty, I’m, I’m… I’m gonna…..fuckkkk”. It was all he could do not to run off into the ditch at the moment. The rush that fell over him was mind numbing. Once Marty had drank him all in she helped him get himself together and sat up. Sam couldn’t look at her quite yet. He wasn’t even sure he was conscious.
“Sorry I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” She grinned at him, her mouth still reddened from the friction.
“Umm thanks?” Sam couldn’t think of anything else to say but thankfully she just laughed.
“No problem. You looked like you needed some help so I helped you. Now we’re even.” Sam pulled into the parking lot of the bar. “So what are you doing tomorrow night?” she was right up beside him again. Hoping you was what Sam was actually thinking.
“Nothing that I know of, do you have any ideas?” he looked right into her eyes now.
“Meet me at the Scorpion Club at nine. Don’t be late.” She placed a small kiss on his lips “I’m going to show you how to have a good time Sam Richardson.” With that she got out of the car and he watched her walk into the building. He couldn’t believe how the day had turned out but he didn’t have time to think about much. He had to get the car back to Dean and make sure he never found out a chick just sucked him off in his prized possession.
The minute Dean grabbed the keys from Sam’s hand he knew he was on a mission. From the looks of things his brother must have had a good date but he wouldn’t give Dean any details. It was time Dean turned it up to twelve. He pulled on his black t-shirt and tightest jeans. Hell he even wore a little extra cologne, but not overkill.
After knocking a couple times, a man opened the door.
“Oh hello there. Dean, right?” Dean shook his hand,
“Yep that’s me.” Dean felt the guy’s gaze run over his body and he started to fidget.
“Can I come in?” The guy started to laugh.
“So sorry, I must of gotten distracted by the view. I’m Beau and Laura is inside.” He moved so Dean could get in. “However this view isn’t so bad either.” Dean heard behind him but just nervously smiled.
“Hi Dean. Please, have a seat.” He turned to see Laura and her hair was down now and she was wearing a pretty summer dress. He was feeling better about this whole situation already. “I see that you’ve met my best friend here. Don’t mind Beau he’s just a big diva.” She kissed her friend on the cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, bitch. Don’t hate. I’m heading out. Gonna let you two have some time.” He winked at Dean. “Oh and don’t worry Dean, if she gets too boring just grab her cell and speed dial my number. I’ll take care of you.”
“Bye! Beau!” Laura laughed shutting the door behind him. “Sorry about that. He’s unique to say the least.” She sat in a chair diagonal from Dean.
“Yeah, he’s really….”
“Forward?”
“Yes.” Dean agreed.
“Yeah after drawing class. He was fumbling over himself that you were coming over. Guess you have a big fan.”
“Great.” Dean spoke through clinched teeth and a wide grin.
“So.” She patted her legs. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Sure, have you got beer?” Dean perked up.
“Sorry, I don’t really drink.” Dean could a sworn he just got sucker punched in the gut with those words.
“Really?” he spat out. Laura just chuckled.
“Really. But I do have iced tea if you’re interested.”
“Perfect.” He was still getting over her last comment. After all beer was one of his major food groups.
“Alright, then just follow me.” Dean gladly stepped behind her, if nothing else to get a look at her while she walked. The kitchen smelled delicious.
“What’s that smell?” he asked with closed eyes taking it in.
“Just meatloaf and we’re gonna have mashed potatoes, green beans and biscuits. Then peach cobbler for dessert.” Dean thought for a second that he was going to come in his jeans.
“I know we just met but would you marry me?” he smiled taking the glass of tea from her. Laura was blushing now and she started wiping down the counter to avoid eye contact.
“I just wanted to thank you for doing what you did for me and to also apologize for the way I treated you in the coffee shop. I mean I’m just not really used to guys approaching me. Especially guys like you.”
Dean took a drink, “Guys like me?” his eyebrow arched. Laura looked at him feeling like that could have been taken badly.
“No, I mean guys that look like you.” Dean grinned and she noticed the lines by his eyes, how they gave a lot of character to his face.
“Well thanks, I guess.”
“Your welcome.” She smiled then quickly changed the subject. “Would you like to sit on the back porch until dinner is ready?”
“Sure, sounds nice.” He followed her out and they sat side by side on the back steps.
“So your in college right? So how can you afford a place like this on your own?” he questioned.
“Well actually I grew up here. This house belonged to my grandparents. They raised me since I was really little, but they both passed so it was given to me.” I teach some art classes on the side for money to keep it up.” He looked over at her and noticed the freckles she had across her nose.
“That’s awesome.” Then there was the dreaded moment of silence between them until Dean broke it. “I think you’re lying by the way.” Laura’s eyes widened.
“Excuse me?” “I think you get approached by plenty of guys. You just don’t pay attention.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his revelation.
“Whatever. I’ve always been the “smart” girl that kept to herself and was the brunt of all the bullies jokes.” Dean nudged her with his elbow.
“Well you don’t seem that way to me and I’m glad you invited me over.” As she smiled at him he felt warm inside for some reason.
“I’m grateful that you showed up and saved my class.” Dean rolled his eyes.
“I was terrible. I couldn’t hold still the whole time and…” She cut him off.
“You were wonderful. You looked amazing. Your lines were exquisite. Oh my God. Laura just keep talking.” She covered her face in embarrassment. Dean laughed.
“You like my “lines” huh? I think I did catch you checking out specific lines a couple times.” She reached over and smacked his arm.
“I was sketching.”
“Did you even get to my upper half in your sketch?” he kept prodding. This time she playfully tried to push him off the step.
“Stop. I’m feeding you remember. Be nice.”
“Okay, sorry.” He tried to hold a straight face but the laughter just burst out. He couldn’t help it.
“That’s it!” she laughed. She stood up but started to stumble back but Dean caught her in time.
“I got you.” She held on to his strong arms. In instinct he pulled her closer against him. Dean’s lips were about to touch hers, and she was about to let him when they heard a loud buzzer.
“Oh shit.” She ran inside and he followed right behind her. She opened to check on the meatloaf and thankfully it was okay. Trying to get passed what almost happened outside, Laura told Dean to go sit at the table and she would bring everything out.
She had never seen anyone eat like Dean before. She didn’t mind that he ate it was just that she didn’t know where he was putting it all. Over dinner they did talk about stuff. Dean told her a fake last name and fake life to go along with it. However she absorbed it all and gave just as much info in return. She especially liked talking about art. Dean had no idea what she was talking about but he liked her voice, so he listened. “Now you go into the den, I’ll clean up here, and be with you shortly.”
While in the den he surveyed the pictures on the mantle, the artwork with her name at the bottom on the walls, and how cozy this place felt. He sat down and had a thought he rarely ever had. He wondered if maybe she was too sweet of a person to do the things he wanted to do to her. Nah, he decided. He would never force himself on a woman so anything they might end up doing would be mutual. Besides he would make her toes curl so it was a win, win situation in his eyes. When Laura came into the den she found Dean sitting on the couch looking through a magazine.
“Sorry it took so long. What do you say to a movie?”
“Sounds great”. But all Dean could think about was all the scenarios this could lead to. Unfortunately after putting a movie in Laura decided to sit in the recliner instead of beside him on the couch.
“I won’t bite.” Dean coaxed.
“Oh I know, I’m just … well… I guess if I sat with you I could let you know what’s going on if you get lost.”
“Exactly”. Dean smiled innocently, if only she knew. The movie started and it definitely looked like some chick flick, so Dean let his mind wander. She could feel his eyes on her as she stared forward. Her breathing was slowly starting to increase from just being held under his gaze. She felt his hand come up and move a strand of hair behind her ear and she turned to look at him. “Sorry, just had to touch you.”
“Dean.” She gasped turning back to the television. In an instant he was up against her, his breath hot in her ear.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t…” she swallowed not being able to finish her words.
“Just let me do this.” He turned her head towards him and placed his lips on hers. The kisses were soft and almost one sided at first, but it didn’t take long before Dean gained access inside. His tongue melded with hers and she moaned softly into his mouth. Laura then started to push Dean until he was almost completely under her. As her kisses became more giving, his hands became more confident. He moved his kisses to her neck and his hands crept their way under her dress. Her skin was so soft and she smelled so good Dean was getting drunk on her, who needed beer. But then she pulled away.
“I’m sorry Dean. God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I just don’t do this on the first date. I just don’t.” she placed her head in her hands. Dean sat up
“No listen Laura its fine. Really. Of course you got my blood pumping,” he laughed lightly, “but I’m not the least bit upset. Don’t worry.” She lifted her head to look at him.
“Your not?” Dean just shook his head and grinned. Then he grabbed her hand and kissed the top.
“I think its time I get going.” Laura walked him to the door, sending some cobbler with him. “I had a nice time, Dean. Thank you for being such a gentleman.” Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.
“Thank you for dinner and the good company.” Regardless, he still placed a kiss on her lips to say goodbye.
“I’m sure I’ll see around.” As he got into his car he was proud of himself but also mad. But he wasn’t giving up, he still had two more days and Sam would never beat him at his own game.
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