Salt and Blood 7/25
Chapter 7
"Second date with Debra?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow when Dean got ready to go out the second night in a row. And didn't pester Sam to come along.
Dean had spent the past five minutes to get his hair into a form he liked.
"You should go out more often, too." He said coming out of the bathroom. "Have some fun, you're way to tense."
"She is a cop." Sam just had to remind him, hadn't he? Dean sighed.
"I don't want to marry her, jeez." He grabbed his wallet and checked if he had enough money. And a condom or two, you never know. With a grin he pocketed the wallet. "After we're done here I won't see her ever again and she's to busy flirting with me than to run my prints or anything."
Sam still looked worried but he said nothing. Instead he opened his laptop.
"Seriously?" Dean shook his head. "You'll just sit there the whole night with that thing. And you won't even watch some porn. How do I even know you?" With a fake sad expression he shook his head. Sam flipped him off.
"In case you forgot, we are here for a reason."
"Yeah, and it looks more and more like this one is a bust." Dean sat down to put his boots on. "But we hadn't been sure in the first place and hey, there are worse places to hang out for a few days."
He left Sam to his boring research and went to pick up Debra. She showed him another bar which was not as loud and cramped as the one they had been to the night before. They had a few drinks and talked and drank some more and talked some more and then Dean leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Debra gasped in surprise.
"Fuck." She said and for a second Dean was sure she'd just bail. Instead she fingered her hair and looked at him with her head mostly turned away and that shy smile on her lips.
Dean ordered more drinks and they went back to talking but there was this sexual tension he could practically taste and he was pretty sure he'd get lucky tonight. Her fingers brushed his and their thighs touched and when he leaned over and placed his hand on the small of her back she let him.
"Wanna go somewhere else?" He asked and he knew his voice was husky. A small part of his brain yelled at him. She was a cop and he was a wanted criminal. She was smart and sooner or later she would find out who he really was. Then her lips brushed his cheek and that small part of his brain went silent.
"I'm sharing a motel room with Sam." Dean said and hoped she had a place to go.
She chuckled softly and it sent shivers down his spine.
"What?"
"I crash at Dexter's place for a while." She said and Dean started to think about sex in the Impala. He'd done it before, quite often actually, and would do it again but it wasn't his first choice for this kind of activity. A bed was way more comfortable.
"Buuuut …" She drew the word out. "Dexter stays at Rita's over night. His girlfriend." She added at his puzzled look.
Enough said. Dean paid for the drinks and they were in the car a second later.
Debra had barely opened the door to Dexter's apartment before she turned, arms around his neck and her mouth wet and open on his. She bit Deans bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss. She grinned and caught one of his legs between hers. Moving his hip against hers Dean moaned into the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Somehow they managed their way to the bed where Debra ripped his clothes off.
"You like it rough." He mumbled into the skin of her throat while he unbuttoned her shirt.
"Rough and dirty." Was the breathless answer.
Later, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air, Dean thought about leaving but then let himself drift to sleep.
He woke up to a finger trailing over his chest and somebody whispering dirty things into his ear. Propped up on one elbow Debra was looking down on him, catching her lip between her teeth, considering.
Then her finger traveled south over his stomach and around his navel and then disappeared under the covers.
"I've to go to work soon." She said while her hand did some interesting things down there. "But I have time for a quickie."
Dean didn't have to think about that offer twice and a minute later she sat on top of him. After a blissful orgasm she collapsed and snuggled against his chest. Breathing heavily they lay there for a minute but then she pushed herself up and got out of bed.
"Fuck, I'm going to be late." She got dressed in a hurry and Dean swung his legs out of the bed to follow her example.
"Don't hurry." She jumped on one foot while she tried to put the second shoe on. "You can shower if you want, Dexter wouldn't mind."
Only then Dean remembered that this was Dexter's place. He looked at the bed.
"Did we have sex in your brother's bed? Twice?" He wasn't sure if that was horrifying or kinky.
"While I'm here this is my bed." She kissed him. "Dexter sleeps on the couch. See you later." She was out of the door before Dean even got his underwear on. He thought about the offered shower but he'd prefer to do that back at the motel. Without Debra around he felt like an intruder. That didn't stop him from looking around a bit before he left. Everything was neat and had its place.
Normal, he thought and with a little shake of his head he left.
On the way back to the motel Dean stopped at the diner they had been to a couple of times to get some breakfast. So far Sam hadn't called him to ask where he was so at least he could buy the kid a coffee for not interrupting his morning sex with Debra. Dean smirked, he probably should just say that when he handed Sam the coffee.
"All alone today, sugar?" The waitress greeted him, looking over Dean's shoulder as if Sam would magically appear behind him. Sam and older women, Dean would never understand that.
"Still asleep." He said but he doubted it. Usually Sam was up way before him. "Thought I get us some breakfast before he gets up."
She took his order but had no time to talk to him while he waited. If Sam had been in his place Dean had no doubt the waitress would have time for a little chit-chat.
"Thanks." He grabbed the brown paper bag and the paperboard tray with the coffees and she even hold the door open for him.
"Get this to your brother as long it's still hot." The waitress demanded and Dean couldn't help but answer with a "Yes, ma'am".
Like he had expected Sam was up and already working. And he looked frustrated.
"That'll give you wrinkles, you know that, right?" Dean sat a cup of coffee in front of his brother who shot him an annoyed glare but took the coffee with a sigh.
"Got breakfast." Dean sat the bag on the table burying Sam's notes under greasy paper. "With love from your sweetheart at the diner."
Mumbling profanities Sam cleared the table and they sat down to eat.
"Last night while you were … out." And wasn't that cute? Sam couldn't even say the word sex. Dean hid his amused expression behind his cup of coffee. "I went over the case again."
"Found anything?" So far this case had been a bust. They had taken a high risk by getting involved with the police and it hadn't paid out. Except for Debra of course. That had paid ut very well.
Sam kicked his shin under the table. "Stop daydreaming about last night."
Dean opened his mouth to deny it but thought better of it.
"Anyway, we checked the cabin where Doakes died." Sam counted with his fingers. "We spoke with his family and his co-workers and we turned the whole Butcher case upside down. And we found nothing."
"So, there is no case here?" It had been a stretch from the beginning and more often than Dean liked a possible case turned out to be something not supernatural. It happened.
"I'm nearly convinced there's nothing to find here but I want to try two things before we call it a bust." Sam finished his coffee and with an accurate throw he dunked the cup in the wastebasket.
"I'm not going to like what you'll say next, aren't I?" Dean threw his own cup but only hit the rim of the wastebasket and the cup tippled over to the wrong side.
"Damn."
Wisely Sam said nothing while Dean got rid of the cup and the other waste from their breakfast.
"We should talk to some of the victim's families." Sam continued.
"We're not even sure who is a victim and who just thought Yemen would be a nice place to be." Dean reminded him and sat heavily in his chair.
"I've a few names I'm pretty sure fit the pattern." He searched for his notebook. "For example a Cecelia Wright. She had been suspected in a bank robbery but the two main suspects went down in a murder suicide and the cops closed the case. The money was never found."
"You think she killed them and then Doakes killed her?" Dean summed it up.
"According to her husband and their two kids she isn't someone who just leaves without a word." Sam showed him an article from two weeks ago featuring a grieving man. "He thought kidnappers but there never came a ransom demand. She wasn't found either."
"Okay." Dean sat back. "We'll talk to that man. What's the other thing you want to do? The thing I won't like?" Raising an eyebrow Dean waited for an answer.
"Doakes has been the partner and for a while the lover of … Maria LaGuerta." Sam said and ducked his head behind the laptop. How he did that was beyond Dean.
"Seriously?"
"If somewhere is something left with his DNA it's most likely at her place." Sam said and he was right. Of course he was right but that didn't mean Dean had to like the idea. However, with that look on his face Sam could make him do anything and Sam knew it, that little bastard. Had known since he'd turned three.
"Alright." Dean agreed. "But let's talk to the husband first. And then we can break into a Lieutenant's place." He let out a sigh. "Do I really have to wear a suit in this heat?"
Sam didn't answer that and Dean just nodded to himself. Fucking suits, he hated them but he had to admit they opened doors much easier than his usual style of clothing.
"I need a shower first." Dean got up and searched his bag for fresh underwear. They should hit a laundromat soon.
"I didn't want to say it but you smell like sex." Even with his back turned to his brother Dean could tell he was grinning.
"How would you know?" Before Sam could throw something at him Dean ducked into the bathroom and he took his time just to annoy Sam.
And hey, Sam was the one who took forever in the bathroom. The hair, Dean guessed. To get that mop into something close to decent haircut Sam had to wrestle it for hours. With questionable success.
When he came out Dean went straight for the door and Sam had to hurry to keep up with him. Seconds later they sat in the car.
"Got an address?"
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