"Oooh! Do me next!!"
Dean's eyebrow slowly rose at Charlie's words and her bouncing and his lips changed his whole expression from relatively blank to smirkably amused.
Charlie took one look at his smirk and stole the beer out of his hand. "Get that look off your face, you perv," she said just before taking a long pull of the smooth and dark liquid, effectively emptying the bottle.
Dean looked impressed.
He had to hand it to her, the girl could drink and she could hold her own at the pool table, his wallet wasn't feeling any fuller after he'd tried to scam her and he had to give her credit for pretending to not know how to play. It'd gotten her in his arms and distracted enough to scratch. Which gave her the chance to win.
Beginner's luck.
Finally, at the pout and the big brown eyes, he bit. "Fine."
He took the crayon from between her fingers and flipped the paper placemat over. After a moment of thought he started scribbling and looked up a minute later with a cocky grin.
Charlie gave him a bemused look and snatched the placemat out from under his hands.
"Charlie.
Can put her
Hands
Anywhere they may
Roam.
Lady
Is
Exquisite.
... exquisite?"
Dean's response was an ever-eloquent shrug, simultaneously flagging down the waitress for another beer. "Means pretty."
"I know what it means, Dean, just never expected you to call me it. I'm not a car."
"Good point." He took the paper out of her hands and crossed out 'exquisite', quickly replaced it and handed the paper back to her.
"Exciting to think about on her back." She grinned at him and slid out of her side of the booth and bounced into his. "Better."
"I try baby."
"Liar." Oh, she'd called him on it. She knew by now he didn't actually try at all. If a girl climbed into bed with him because he had a megawatt smile and a body that would make Venus de Milo weak in the knees, then so be it. He didn't have to try with his charm.
"You pullin' that freaky purple mojo shit on me again?"
"Jesus. One time and I saved your life!!"
"Could have asked first."
"You're such a friggin' baby. Jesus."
"Stop callin' me that," Dean told her "Forget my name or something?"
"You wish, Winchester. You're still sore I beat you at pool." Charlie smirked triumphantly, looping one of her legs over his under the table and leaning her head on his shoulder. His arm slipped around her shoulder easily and he smiled at her.
"You got me there, babe."
"You're too easy to read Dean."
"You're too pretty to hide from."
Charlie smiled and closed her eyes. For a moment, this moment, she wasn't going to think about anything else. Just the taste of sweet, slightly warm beer lingering in her mouth and Dean's arm around her.
Clearly, Sam had to interrupt, right as Charlie's fingers were softly sliding up and down his stomach. "Dean, hey Dean, hi Charlie. Hey, we gotta go, I've got a lead."
Dean strangled a curse and his head hit the back of the seat with an audible thump.
"I have no brother."
