There Ain't No Mercy For Swine
Title: There Ain't No Mercy For Swine
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Jo
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: # 14 - lick
Rating: Um R for drinking
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: Technically s3
Summary: Dean and Jo share a bottle of tequila
Warnings: creative usage of the Tequila Ritual
Word Count: 788
Notes: So my body does not like tequila one bit. That doesn't mean that I can't think of creative ways to drink it!! Title taken from "No Mercy For Swine" by The Cherry Poppin' Daddies
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Dean had two months left, so he decided to make the best of it. Taking a chance, he ended up at the bar Jo Harvell was now working.
“Dean,” she said, hip cocked and a smile on her face. “Didn’t I tell you to stay the hell away?”
“What, a guy can’t have a drink in the company of an old friend,” he shot back, arms stretched out.
What few patrons were there watched as Jo came out from behind the bar and give Dean a hug.
“Missed you,” she said, pulling back from the friendly embrace. “But only a little.”
Dean laughed as he sat at a small table. Jo walked back behind the bar and removed her apron.
“Steve,” she called. An older man peeked out from the back room. “It’s slow and an old friend came in from out of town.” The man nodded and shooed her away. She took an unopened bottle of tequila from the storage cabinet under the bar. She picked up a small metal container, a salt shaker and two shot glasses. She plopped down in the chair beside Dean with a sigh.
“Drinking where you work,” Dean said, pulling one of the glasses in front of him. “Pretty ballsy.”
“They look out for me,” she said, cracking the seal on the bottle. “’Sides, we’ve got the best tequila in the county.” She filled both glasses and set the bottle between them on the table. Dean handed her the salt shaker.
“Ladies first,” he said. One of the men at the bar laughed.
“She ain’t no lady,” he said, giving Jo a wink.
“Bite me, Tommy,” she said before licking the inside of her wrist. Dean watched her as she shook some salt onto the same spot. She handed the shaker back, and Dean followed suit. Jo handed him a lime and took one for herself.
“Bottoms up,” Dean said. They both licked the salt from their wrists and downed their shots. They both made a sour face as they bit into the lime wedges.
Dean slammed his glass back on the table.
“That’s some damned good tequila,” he said, dropping the lime on an unused coaster.
“Told ya,” Jo said. “Best in the county.” She pushed away from the table and walked back up to the bar. Steve opened two bottles of beer and handed them to her.
Three beers and four shots later, Dean was feeling pretty good. Jo was telling stories about some of the regulars in the bar. Jo set up the next round of shots.
She salted her wrist and held her lime in the same hand. Dean’s hand shot out and held her wrist. He winked at her before leaning down and licking the salt from the inside of her wrist. Her eyes fluttered shut as his tongue ran across the pulse point.
Dean drank the shot in front of him. He leaned back over and bit the lime she held. He heard a few catcalls from the people in the bar. Jo exhaled loudly.
“You taste good,” Dean muttered, refilling the shot. Dean went to lick his own wrist, but Jo stopped him.
She stuck her tongue out and licked the tips of two fingers. She trailed her saliva along her collar bone. She shook some salt onto the spot. She carefully took Dean’s shot and nestled it in between her breasts. She placed a lime wedge in her mouth, meaty side out.
Dean ignored the whistles as he leaned over. He swiped his tongue along her collar bone, using a longer swipe than necessary. Resting his hands on her knees, he opened his mouth and caught the rim of the shot glass between his teeth. He carefully eased it from between her breasts and threw his head back. He placed the empty glass on the table and bit the lime that was in her mouth.
Dean spit the lime onto the table and leaned back over to Jo. They were nose to nose. He was about to go in for a kiss when her finger landed on his mouth.
“This I’m going to die so I want to get into your pants thing,” Jo whispered. Dean nodded. “It ain’t gonna happen.” She pushed her chair away and stood up. “Next time, it might. Keep trying,” she said as she walked towards the door.
Dean slumped back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
“Good night boys,” she called as she exited the bar.
“At least she didn’t leave you standing on the side of the road in your underwear,” Tommy said.
“You guys know what she’s like,” Steve said, placing another beer in front of Dean. “She shows no mercy for swine.”
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Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Jo
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: # 14 - lick
Rating: Um R for drinking
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: Technically s3
Summary: Dean and Jo share a bottle of tequila
Warnings: creative usage of the Tequila Ritual
Word Count: 788
Notes: So my body does not like tequila one bit. That doesn't mean that I can't think of creative ways to drink it!! Title taken from "No Mercy For Swine" by The Cherry Poppin' Daddies
~*~*~*~*~
Dean had two months left, so he decided to make the best of it. Taking a chance, he ended up at the bar Jo Harvell was now working.
“Dean,” she said, hip cocked and a smile on her face. “Didn’t I tell you to stay the hell away?”
“What, a guy can’t have a drink in the company of an old friend,” he shot back, arms stretched out.
What few patrons were there watched as Jo came out from behind the bar and give Dean a hug.
“Missed you,” she said, pulling back from the friendly embrace. “But only a little.”
Dean laughed as he sat at a small table. Jo walked back behind the bar and removed her apron.
“Steve,” she called. An older man peeked out from the back room. “It’s slow and an old friend came in from out of town.” The man nodded and shooed her away. She took an unopened bottle of tequila from the storage cabinet under the bar. She picked up a small metal container, a salt shaker and two shot glasses. She plopped down in the chair beside Dean with a sigh.
“Drinking where you work,” Dean said, pulling one of the glasses in front of him. “Pretty ballsy.”
“They look out for me,” she said, cracking the seal on the bottle. “’Sides, we’ve got the best tequila in the county.” She filled both glasses and set the bottle between them on the table. Dean handed her the salt shaker.
“Ladies first,” he said. One of the men at the bar laughed.
“She ain’t no lady,” he said, giving Jo a wink.
“Bite me, Tommy,” she said before licking the inside of her wrist. Dean watched her as she shook some salt onto the same spot. She handed the shaker back, and Dean followed suit. Jo handed him a lime and took one for herself.
“Bottoms up,” Dean said. They both licked the salt from their wrists and downed their shots. They both made a sour face as they bit into the lime wedges.
Dean slammed his glass back on the table.
“That’s some damned good tequila,” he said, dropping the lime on an unused coaster.
“Told ya,” Jo said. “Best in the county.” She pushed away from the table and walked back up to the bar. Steve opened two bottles of beer and handed them to her.
Three beers and four shots later, Dean was feeling pretty good. Jo was telling stories about some of the regulars in the bar. Jo set up the next round of shots.
She salted her wrist and held her lime in the same hand. Dean’s hand shot out and held her wrist. He winked at her before leaning down and licking the salt from the inside of her wrist. Her eyes fluttered shut as his tongue ran across the pulse point.
Dean drank the shot in front of him. He leaned back over and bit the lime she held. He heard a few catcalls from the people in the bar. Jo exhaled loudly.
“You taste good,” Dean muttered, refilling the shot. Dean went to lick his own wrist, but Jo stopped him.
She stuck her tongue out and licked the tips of two fingers. She trailed her saliva along her collar bone. She shook some salt onto the spot. She carefully took Dean’s shot and nestled it in between her breasts. She placed a lime wedge in her mouth, meaty side out.
Dean ignored the whistles as he leaned over. He swiped his tongue along her collar bone, using a longer swipe than necessary. Resting his hands on her knees, he opened his mouth and caught the rim of the shot glass between his teeth. He carefully eased it from between her breasts and threw his head back. He placed the empty glass on the table and bit the lime that was in her mouth.
Dean spit the lime onto the table and leaned back over to Jo. They were nose to nose. He was about to go in for a kiss when her finger landed on his mouth.
“This I’m going to die so I want to get into your pants thing,” Jo whispered. Dean nodded. “It ain’t gonna happen.” She pushed her chair away and stood up. “Next time, it might. Keep trying,” she said as she walked towards the door.
Dean slumped back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
“Good night boys,” she called as she exited the bar.
“At least she didn’t leave you standing on the side of the road in your underwear,” Tommy said.
“You guys know what she’s like,” Steve said, placing another beer in front of Dean. “She shows no mercy for swine.”
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