Truths, Dares and a Few Surprises
Truths, Dares, And A Few Surprises
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the ideas in my head.
Summary: Stuck on a stake-out with what seems like hours to go, boredom begins to set in and Sam & Dean try to keep each other entertained.
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Chapter One
Dean looked out the window, sighing, they had been on this stakeout for only a couple of hours and it already felt like it was lasting far too long. "We should do something, Like...Beer and Truth or Dare or...Anything."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Truth or dare?"
Dean shrugged. "I'm so bored right now I'd do practically anything, not like you're not just as bored as I am, so don't judge me."
Sam couldn't hide a grin. "Sure but, Truth or dare?"
Dean slapped Sam lightly on the leg. "Come on Sammy, Loosen up a little. Come on True or dare?"
Sam gave Dean an incredulous look. Before shaking his head. "Truth."
Dean grinned. "Shoulda figured. Alright, Who was the first girl you slept with and don't give me that Melissa Hart, lie either."
"It wasn't a..." Sam started before seeing Dean's look. He glanced out the window. "Fine, Liz McKenzie."
Dean looked back to Sam. "Lizzy McKenzie. As in the girl I dated at Mountain Oaks High school? Lizzy."
Sam gave Dean a Look. "Dated? You slept with her twice and then we left."
Dean shifted. "Do you have to make it seem so sordid?" He rolled his eyes at Sam's next look. "Fine, But how did you end up with her?"
Sam shrugged. "We had to go there again for a hunt remember? Well, we bumped in to each other and...After a while, it just happened."
Dean smirked. "So you liked the more mature women Sammy? Should have known after that whole crush on your teacher phase."
"It was 3 teachers in 3 different school's Dean. That hardly counts as a Phase and Lizzy was only 3 years older then me."
“Excuses, excuses Sammy, I’ll take a dare.”
Sam grinned, “Alright, I dare you to…I dare you to call someone and tell them you’re an ass.”
Dean shook his head. “Man, that’s weak.” Dean fished out his cell phone, from his pocket. Scrolling through the list of contacts.
To Be Continued