"Always Land on My Feet"

Summary: Sometimes Dean's good looks get him into more trouble than it's worth.

Rating: T (swearing and what have you)

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This time around the hunt found the Winchester brothers in a small town in Arkansas, courtesy of the one and only Bobby Singer. He had phoned them a couple of days ago informing them of a possible vengeful spirit; a young man had been killed by a drunk driver five years ago, and now that the trial was over and the driver had been set free without charges, the spirit of the young man was back for revenge.

The job was pretty straight forward; they had went into the local library and dug up the old newspapers, reading how the young man, who's name was Bill Hanlon, had been blamed, as the drunk driver was none other that Officer James Bradley who had been driving home from a family party when he had got into the accident.

By the time Sam and Dean had found out about the truth about the accident another 'mysterious' accident had occurred on the stretch of road, leaving the young woman in the hospital, fighting for her life. Dean had took a stand and told Sam that they should split up; Sam would go and salt and burn the bones while Dean kept lookout and made sure no more accidents would occur.

The plan had not went over well with Sam, but in the end he had relented and had went into the cemetery alone towards the grave that they had found that morning. Everything was going well up until the point where Sam was about to light the bones.

Unknown to him Bill Hanlon did not want to leave without a fight and as Dean was pacing up and down the stretch of road, waiting for Sam to call him to come pick him up he had heard the undeniable sound of screeching tires against asphalt.

Dean had tried to get out of the way as the large blue pick-up truck came straight for him, but managed to jump and roll down the small embankment by the side of the road, scratching up his arms and face in the process. He laid their dazed for a few moments before he quickly pushed himself to his feet, pure adrenaline alone letting him make it back onto the wet ground above, his eyes searching frantically for the truck that was on longer there.

He was walking back towards the Impala, still keeping a vigilant eye out for the pick-up when his phone started to ring in his pocket. He quickly pulled it free and flipped it open before pressing it to his ear,

"Hello?" Dean asked as he looked down at himself, the pale light of the moon allowing him to see some of the dirt that clung to his clothes,

"Hey Dean, it's me I finished the salt and burn" he heard Sam's voice come across the line, letting out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, glad that the spirit if Bill Hanlon hadn't decided to go after his brother when it had failed to run him off of the road.

"Dean man, you still there?" Sam asked in a slightly worried tone, wondering why Dean hadn't retorted to his question,

"Yeah. I'm comin' now; don't get your panties in a twist Samantha" Dean answered with a smirk on his face which soon faded when he realized that he would have to get into his baby while covered in whatever crap he had covered himself in when he had fallen.

"It's Sam. And hurry, I'm not exactly loving having to stand out in a cemetery by myself all night"

"See you soon, Sammy" Dean answered before gunning the engine of the Impala before taking off in the direction of the cemetery.

"Dude, what the hell happened to you?" Sam asked as he settled himself into the passenger seat of the Impala getting a fairly good look at the disheveled appearance of his brother in the dim light of the Impala.

"Damn ghost tried to mow me off the road," Dean said in a tone that suggested that he was talking about stubbing his toe on the end of his bed, and not being nearly killed by a pissed off spirit.

"What!" Sam shouted at Dean, his voice reverberated around the small confines of the car, making Dean wince at the loud sound in the side of his head.

"Jeez Sam, do ya maybe wanna let me finish before you make your head explode…and mine too" Dean said the last bit with a smirk on his face, watching as Sam visibly took a breath to calm himself before nodded for Dean to continue,

"As I was saying," earning a glare from his younger yet annoyingly taller brother, "I was standing there at the side of the road, minding my own business when his pick-up truck is coming straight for me, but I managed to get out the way…kinda fell down the embankment" Dean mumbled the last statement with a sheepish look on his face, waiting for Sam to start laughing at him,

"Did you hurt yourself?" Sam asked, not able to keep the sounds of a smile out of his words,

"Not really, just scratches mostly" Dean said before turning to look at his brother, "Shut up"

Back at the "Sleep Tight Motel" Sam was sitting on his bed waiting for Dean to come out of the bathroom so that he could check his cuts, knowing that Dean always lied when he was hurt, in case it makes him look vulnerable - the jerk, Sam thought with a small shake of his head.

He was just about to get up and go over to the bathroom door and ask Dean if he was alright when the door opened and Dean came walking out with a pair of black boxers and a bellow of steam behind him telling Sam that he had probably used all of the hot water.

"Sit down" Sam said as he walked over to Dean with the first aid kit held in one hand. Dean sighed before sitting down on the edge of the horrible deep red sheets; the colour too close to that of blood for his liking.

"Sam, I told you – it's just a few scratches" Dean said as Sam sat down beside him and turned his head with a hand under his chin to get a better look at a long cut that ran from Dean's right temple to his hairline. Sam expertly poked at the wound, eliciting a hiss from Dean before releasing the hold he had on Dean chin and pulling the kit onto his lap so he could search for what he needed,

"It should only need a few butterfly bandages" Sam said as he motioned for Dean to turn his head around before he carefully cleaned the cut with peroxide, watching as Dean clenched his jaw as the stinging liquid burned in his bloodstream, eliminating any bacteria and infection, before carefully applying four small butterfly bandages to hold the cut together in order for it to heal.

Dean was about to move when Sam grabbed at each of his arms in turn, inspecting the small scratches that ran across his forearms.

"Will I live doc?" Dean teased as Sam finished inspecting his arms and let them drop back against the bed,

"This time" Sam said before putting his hands on the side of Dean's head and turning it in the direction of himself,

"What the hell Sam!" Dean shouted as he tried to push Sam's prying hands away,

"I need to check for concussion" Sam said and satisfied released Dean,

"You're an idiot you know that," Sam said with a small laugh as he pushed himself to his feet and walked in the direction of the bathroom to grab a shower himself, closing the door in time to miss a pillow hitting him in the head.

Twenty minutes later Sam reappeared from the bathroom, his own cloud of steam following him into the main room as he finished toweling his shaggy hair as he walked over and sat on his bed, wearing a pair of black boxers and a white t-shirt. Dean on the other hand was dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans, and a black t-shirt with his black boots on.

"Are you goin' out?" Sam asked as he stretched along the bed, the sheets were thankfully not the awful blood red colour, but a dark blue.

"No, I always get dressed like this for bed" Dean said with an utterly straight face, causing Sam to glare at his, obviously not finding his brother amusing,

"Yes, Sammy. I'm gonna head on down to the bar down the street, knock back a few and then come back. Is that alright?" Dean said as he pulled his black jacket on,

"Sam. And fine, just don't wake me up when you come stumblin' in" Sam ordered as he pulled the covers over his large frame and turned over, closing his eyes and falling asleep in the time it took for Dean to make it out the door and lock it behind himself.

Dean walked in through the door of the dimly lit bar, taking in his surroundings. There were not many people, and the few that there where were sitting in the small tables that adorned the bar and gave it an Old Style Texan Tavern feeling, were dancing on the small dance floor to the sounds of Blue Oyster Cult and Skynrd. There was also a lone pool table in the corner of the bar which was currently occupied by two beefy looking guys who appeared to be mid-thirty, laughing and joking, and an easy hustle if ever there was one. But tonight Dean just wanted to have a few before falling asleep- be that in the bed in the motel room, or in the room of the tall brunette that was standing at the bar, he didn't really care; although option two did seem pretty appealing right now.

Dean walked up to the bar and sat down on a stool a few away from the woman and ordered himself a beer. Dean took a grateful pull of the cool liquid and savored the way it slid down the back off his throat to settle in his belly with a content sigh. Dean was just sitting and enjoying the music, bringing the bottle to his lips again when he felt a presence beside him,

"Hi there stranger" drawled the brunette. Her voice had a husky quality to it, but still feminine, as she sat down beside Dean and laid her hand on his arm.

"Hey" Dean said, his 100-watt Dean Winchester smile lighting up the room, watching as the woman smiled back at him,

"I'm Tina" she said as she fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously at him. Dean glanced at her over; she was about the same height as him, with deep blue eyes, and she appeared to be in her early thirties, small wrinkles at the side of her eyes when she grinned at him. Her hair was long and pooled around her shoulders. She was wearing a purple tank top with a picture of a small kitten on the front and a pair of black three quarter lengths with a pair of black sandals, giving the impression that she was very laid back and somebody that Dean wanted to get to know a little bit better…

"Dean" he smiled at her as she leaned against him and ran her long and delicate fingers down the side of his face, lightly grazing over the cut on his temple,

"What happened?" she asked while still looking at the wound, her eyes then flicking back to Dean's eyes before he answered,

"Got into a little scuffle is all. But I'm like a cat – I always land on my feet" Dean said and frowned slightly when Tina let out a laugh that seemed to chill him to the bone for a second before the feeling was gone.

Forty minutes later found Tina and Dean in a booth at the corner of the bar with several beer bottles and shot glasses littering the table in front of them. Dean and Tina were kissing passionately, not caring if there where people around them. Suddenly Tina pulled back, a glint in her eyes as she slid her hand under Dean's t-shirt, the look suddenly turning fierce in a matter of seconds as she dragged her sharp nails roughly down the smooth skin of his abdomen, causing Dean to gasp in shock. The trail that she left behind felt ice cold, yet fiery hot at the same time, giggling a little at the shocked expression on Dean's face,

"Sorry, I just get carried away sometimes" as she kissed Dean on the lips again, Dean smiling slightly, I sure know how to pick the crazy ones…

Dean and Tina spent the next twenty minutes getting to know each other better, and just when Dean thought he was gonna get lucky Tina gave him a final peck on the lips,

"See ya later, Kitty Kat" before sliding out of the booth and out of the bar.

The motel room was dark and Sam was still in the same position he had been in hours earlier, content to lie beneath the warm and comforting sheets as his exhausted body sank into the soft mattress, seeking refuge after a hard days work.

Suddenly the motel room door opened and Dean stumbled inside, closing the door and letting his back lean against the chipped and marked wood for a moment before pushing himself to his feet and fighting the way the room moved when he put one foot in front of the other and moved like a sailor finding his feet on solid ground for the first time in months, across to the bathroom and successfully opening the door; and managing to do all of this without waking up Sam.

Dean fell heavily onto the closed toilet seat and closed his eyes before walking over to the sink and standing in front of the mirror, pulling up his t-shirt and trying to get his eyes to focus on the five long welts that ran down the expanse of his stomach. Dean winced as the cold air make the marks sting and carefully walked back into the room, pulling various items of clothing off as he went until he was left in only his black boxers, before pulling the covers up over his body and managing to make sure he trusted knife was secure on the pillow before he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Sam woke up early the next morning, his body feeling refreshed from the long and uninterrupted sleep. He glanced at the bed beside him and saw that there was no one occupying it, yet it had diffidently been slept in; the blood red sheets were strewn about the bed.

Sam stretched like a big cat, working the stiff muscles from his joints before letting out a contented sigh and pushing himself up onto his elbows before making the final task of actually swinging his long legs out from under the covers and into the cold breeze of the room.

"Dean?" Sam shouted in the direction of the bathroom door, thinking that Dean was having a shower. He was completely unaware for the answer which he received in reply to his call…

"Meow?"

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