Playing With Others

Jun 19, 2010 07:48

Title: Playing With Others
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/?
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: #12 - toys
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean finds a remote at the roadhouse....
Warnings: Toys
Word Count: 369
Notes: Yeah. I don't know. I'm really not sure why this idea hit me, but I ran with it. Hope you enjoy it.



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The roadhouse was quiet today. Ellen gave Dean and Sam run of the place. Ash was nowhere to be seen, and Jo was supposed to be cleaning. Instead she was playing a friendly game of pool with Sam.

Dean walked into the storage room, in search of pork rinds. Jo mentioned something about a case being in there when she was doing inventor y earlier. He moved a few small boxes and hello? What’s this here?

Dean picked up a tiny black remote that was on the floor behind a bag of potatoes. It must have fallen out of a pocket or something. It had a switch and an up and down button. A knowing smile crossed Dean’s face. He knew exactly what this was.

Jo was the adventurous sort, but Dean never suspected she would be the type to wear a remote controlled vibrator at work. Dean grinned and slipped it into his pocket and grabbed the box of pork rinds.

He set the box on the bar and opened it. He took a bag out for himself and settled on a stool. He looked over to the pool table. Jo was leaning over, about to take a shot. Dean pulled the remote out and hit the on button.

Nothing. She didn’t twitch, or make a noise. She took the shot and sunk her ball. She walked around to the other side of the table with ease. Dean hit the up button to the second setting. She blew a lock of hair out of her vision and took another shot.

Dean frowned. He tapped the remote, and checked the on light. It was working. Why wasn’t she reacting?

Jo playfully nudged Sam in the ribs as she lined up her next shot. Fuck it, Dean thought. He hit the up button to its full power. There was no way she would not react.

She sank her shot, cheering. Sam sighed and handed her a twenty. Dean turned off the remote. Bitch must have a steel vagina or something.

Defeated, he made his way back to the storage room and placed the remote where he found it.

In the office, Ellen panted as she came down from her orgasm.

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