The bar was noisy and crowded. Sam was sitting contentedly at his computer a grin on his face, watching his brother get turned down by the prettiest girls in the bar. Dean had already gotten: three 'I'm seeing someone's, a harrumph, a 'no thanks', and if not for quick reflexes, what would have been a slap.
Sam watched as Dean eyed the girls sitting at the bar. He had a look on his face that suggested that Christmas had come early when he saw a pretty girl sitting alone near the end of the bar, absentmindedly running a finger around the edge of a drink. She had on a knee length skirt, a scarlet dress shirt left open, over a white camisole, with the sleeves pulled back and the collar up. It all gave a very school girl kind of look, except for the leopard pumps. Her hair was short golden blonde and slightly curly, and she had a cute figure. He couldn't see her face from his vantage point; but girls that good looking from behind couldn't be that bad up close.
Dean spotted Sam watching him appraise the girl; he raised his eyebrows with a winning smile and walked over. As Sam passed out of eyeshot Sam had to contain himself. Dean had to stop himself from drooling when she swept her hair out of her face as he came closer. He came up right behind her.
"Hi there," he added his most winning smile.
She turned: pretty cute, deep blue eyes, peaches and cream skin. "Hi," she started smiling flirtatiously like she had just won something.
"What might your name be?" Dean asked.
"Does it matter?" she asked innocently, sweeping her bangs out of her face with a finger.
Whoa, "as a matter of interest, let's say yes."
"Katherine, Kat," she smiled. Maybe there was a God, though what he had done to deserve this, he had no idea.
"I'm Dean," he was even going to give her his real first name.
"Cute name," she shrugged, "cute guy."
"Hey," Dean started trying to signal over the bartender for a beer.
"Hey, before you get another one. Well, I've got a huge headache; it's so noisy in here. You mind if we step out, maybe go to my apartment or something?" she asked with a coy smile on her face.
"That is perfectly alright with me," Dean told her.
She slid off her bar stool; but when she stood the coy smile was gone. She walked right past Dean who was feeling rather confused; standing there with his hands raised. And she walked straight over to Sam's table.
Sam was in hysterics starting to turn a few heads. He was laughing so hard he appeared to have trouble breathing.
She walked over, standing up straight, and held out a hand. She lost any vulnerable shy schoolgirl look in a moment, and became a self confident woman with some straight up style.
"Pay up babe," she said with a self satisfied smile.
Sam, still laughing too hard to respond reached into his wallet and gave her thirty bucks. "Out of curiosity how long was that anyway?" she asked.
Sam looked at his watch, wiping tears from his eyes, "two minutes, fifteen seconds."
She gave a surprised smile with a small 'huh', "personal best."
Dean had just figured out what was going on and was grinding his teeth, a death stare aimed straight at Sam.
"Thanks Ashley," Sam spluttered.
Ashley turned around and started walking toward the door, as she approached Dean she shrugged her shoulders. She gave him a look that suggested she might be faintly sorry, "Sorry, easy money. If it's any consolation, you are a cutie," she put a hand on his shoulder consolingly, before drawing it off as she left.
Dean kept his straight face, and waited until she had left the bar, before mouthing to Sam 'can't stay here forever', before turning to the bar and ordering a beer.