Before He Cheats

Summary: Dean and Garth pick up two beautiful gals at a trendy night club but the evening has several unexpected events leaving someone to have the time of his life while one is in extreme agony. This will be a two chapter story, set in Season Seven and I have included a tv fan "favorite", so I hope you're surprised! Plus, you'll learn more about Garth's ancestry Dean/OFC; Garth/OFC ***NO Slash***

Author's Notes #1: Will take place early in Season Seven and I have some minor changes to the characters.

A huge shout-out to deanstheman, who took time out of her very busy schedule to beta this for me…what an AWESOME gal!

Rated M for language and sexual situations.

I Do Not Own 'Supernatural', it belongs to the Eric Kripke and the CW and I'm only using them for the entertainment of this story.

Chapter One

Sam Winchester could not wait to get back to the motel room they were sharing with Garth to use the Jacuzzi sauna despite how he and his brother had mocked the other hunter. Sam now completely understood why the geeky man desperately needed that jetted tub to help soothe the pain of hunting the supernatural. His shoulder and back were aching and uncomfortable from being thrown across a room a dozen of times by an evil bitch.

Dean and Garth dropped off the Sasquatch so they could make a run to the local hotspot, a nightclub called Cock n Tail so "their cocks could pick up some tail," as Garth commented to Dean, whom immediately rolled his eyes in disgust.

Like this skinny nerd could get a hot chick to talk to him let alone get laid by one, Dean thought as they soon arrived to the crowded club.

After briefly scanning the room, both immediately spotted two hotties sitting at the end of the bar. The women were ignoring most of the dull men beside them.

Garth instantly ordered drinks for the pretty gals from the bartender, who gave him a skeptical look but did as he was told by the confident young man. The bartender, a tanned blond male in his early twenties, slid the drinks to the beautiful women with a point of his finger to Garth, indicating him as the buyer.

Dean chuckled. "They're gonna send them back to ya."

However, he was stunned to see the gals nodding a thank you to the scrawny man, one even raising a glass to him with a smile.

"Well, I guess I'll be on my way to see the loves of my life," Garth responded as he got up.

"Dude, really?" Dean quizzed. "Do you think you have a chance to nail both of them? I mean, look at them and look at you."

Garth looked himself over, clearly not understanding his fellow hunter's skepticism. "Of course, I do. The ladies always dig The Garthmeister."

"The Garthmeister?" Dean inquired with a brow raised.

"So, what…are you jealous?" Garth seriously asked.

"What?" Dean scoffed. "Of course not."

"You wanna join us?"

"No."

"Are ya sure?" Garth questioned. "I'll let you choose. I'm not picky since I get lucky all the time anyways."

Dean shook his head in annoyance but he had to admit he was very intrigued by both hot women. One was a gorgeous blonde with long wavy hair and sapphire blue eyes wearing a short black lace dress and fuck-me heels. The other was a stunning brunette with grey eyes wearing a skin tight red jumpsuit that zipped from the front and white stilettos. Somehow she made looking like Evel Knievel extremely sexy and beyond any fantasy he could imagine.

"I'll take the brunette," Dean finally responded.

Both hunters casually walked over, sitting on both sides of the beauties and introducing themselves. "I'm Garth Timberlake and this is my bandmate, Dean Bass, and we're here filming a music video. Are you honeys models or something coz I bet you'd look great in our video."

Both gals giggled as Dean sat there in amazement, not understanding why these women were falling for this garbage and being in a so-called boy band was pure nonsense. But if these chicks were that easy to fool, then he was definitely gonna get laid and might make use of that stupid hot tub after all.

"Well, I'm Sharona Fieger and this is my BFF, Jenny Keller," the blonde stated while caressing Garth's shoulder with her long fingers. Her nails were painted a glittering gold.

"How about we sing a duet?" Garth excitingly invited the blonde, who immediately accepted by pulling him on stage to sing the obvious choice of a song.

The couple belted out the lyrics to My Sharona, totally out of tune, thus making the audience laugh but neither one seem to notice as they were lost in each other's gaze.

Dean tried to get his 'date' to look at him by smiling at her but she seemed more focused on the duo on stage. "Do you wanna dance or something?" he asked.

"No," she hastily replied turning her attention back to the singing.

"Do you wanna sing a duet as well?" he offered with a wink.

"With you?"

"Uh, yeah with me," Dean answered.

"Then in that case, no," Jenny proclaimed.

"Why in the hell not?" he challenged, not sure why he was getting attitude from this girl. "So what's your problem then?"

"My problem is YOU!" she barked. "You're a dick!"

"Hey, hey…you don't even know me…so why in the hell are you acting like a little bitch?!"

Jenny stood up, taking her drink and pouring it on the crotch of his jeans. The hunter jumped up and grabbed her arm fiercely, making her stumble. She snatched his cocktail and threw it back into his face, thus making him let go of her arm.

"You're a fucking bitch!" Dean shouted, wiping himself off with several napkins.

Standing a few feet away, she screamed several obscenities at him while others looked on.

Meanwhile on the stage, Garth and Sharona didn't seem to notice the commotion as they began singing Up Where We Belong, also horrendously out of tune.

The bartender served Dean another drink while the hunter was still giving pissed off looks at the brunette a few feet away from him. Who in the hell does she think I am? She doesn't know me at all.

Garth and his blonde singing companion began singing Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, surprisingly much to the audience cheers and ended up with Love Shack.

Dean made his way to confront Jenny by standing in her personal space. The beauty looked directly into his green eyes with pure rage, leading the confused man to inquire about the hatred towards him.

"Obviously, you don't remember," she replied sarcastically, watching him with a confused look. "Fine, let me refresh your memory then…I first met you a few years ago when you were Agent Dean Murdock and I woke up one morning and you were gone. No note…no calls, nothing. I waited around for two days for you to show back and you never did."

"Oh, uh…" Dean stumbled, desperately searching for a legitimate excuse but came up with nothing except "I'm sorry."

"Well, aren't you a polite FBI Agent slash boy band member…it's all forgiven," she mocked.

"I really am sorry," Dean admitted truthfully. "I was uh, in a different place in my life back then. I've been to Hell and back, literally, and I've changed. It's not an excuse, just a fact."

She pondered his statement since it seemed sincere but didn't know how to react given that revenge had been on her mind for a few years now. Jenny and Dean just sat there in silence since there was no chemistry sparking between this time.

"How about I buy you another drink and we start over," the hunter said sincerely, hoping for another chance with the gorgeous gal and feeling genuinely bad about how he treated her a few years ago.

"I guess I am thirsty."

"Good," Dean warmly smiled and ordered drinks.

About an hour later, after several drinks and honest talking, Jenny decided to take Dean to a cabana outside near the pool for some adult fun. Dean didn't even know the club had a pool let alone personal cabanas and was thrilled that now he was being given a second chance to win over the hottie.

Garth and his date went to their own cabana as well after receiving several requests for an encore. "Oh Garth, you are an amazing singer and I can't wait to hear more!"

"Well, I do excellent Living La Vida Loca." He proudly stated and stood in front of the gorgeous blonde.

"She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall. She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light. She's got a new addiction for every day and night."

The skinny hunter began wildly dancing around the sitting beauty, "I heart you, Garth," she grinned at him as he sang.

"No, I heart you more, Sharona."

"Garth, do you know what you do to me?"

"Of course I do, but The Garthmeister can't help it…it's a curse I must live with," he voiced, swaying his hips from side to side and returned to the song.

"She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain. Come On!"

"Ooohhh…you're singing is giving me an instant orgasm…"

Both then shouted out the chorus-

"Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On! Livin la vida loca, Come on! She's livin la vida loca…"

"Garth, you're amazing." Sharona remarked.

"I know but thanks for acknowledging."

"Garth, I must confess something important to you. Please listen to be carefully; I'm not who you think I am." She then paused, showing black demon eyes, "My real name is Bela Talbot and I was sent to Hell for a few years because of a deal that made for my soul. In order for me to be released and stay topside, I have to kill Dean Winchester. But first, I desperately wanted to meet you. I heard so much about you but I just wanted to see it for my own eyes." She took the man's hands into hers, "the rumor is that you're hung…really hung…inhumanely hung. Is this true?"

"Why yes, it is." Garth smiled. "Glad to see that me and Mr. Stallion are famous with demon goddesses, such as yourself, in Hell. However, I must inquire about my friend…are you really going to kill Dean? If so, then I must stop you with all of my power as a serious hunter."

"Dean is going to be killed tonight but not by me," Bela confessed. "I tracked down a female he had scorned many years ago and she'll do it because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

"Touché."

"May I finally see it?" She begged, rubbing the front of his pants. "I've been dreaming about this for months."

The skinny man unzipped to reveal his enormous erected member and she gasped.

"OMG…is that even for real?" she questioned, confused. "I mean, it's beyond huge- its animal like…I don't even think it'll fit."

"Don't worry, Demon Goddess, the Garthmeister always takes his time with Mr. Stallion…slow and thrustful."

"I won't be able to walk for a month." Bela stated, wide-eyed beyond imagination.

"The Fitzgerald men haven't broken any woman…yet." He snorted. "It was a gift from my five times great grammy- she did it with a purebred then her son was hung like a horse and it was passed on through each generation. The Garthmeister is half-man, half-purebred."

"I'm astonished by the way you tell a story."

"Personality is another gift as well."

"Garth, I can't control myself anymore…fuck me now and fuck me hard!" Bela shrieked.

"No. The Garthmeister does not fuck…he makes love and he does it slow…and thrustful." He said then sang in a high pitch, "Feel like making love to you…"

"Oh yes…yes!" She shouted, pulling him on top of her. "Yes Garthmeister, make love to me!"

Garth planted a long, deep kiss on her, "The Garthmeister accepts the challenge and will now make love to you."

"Garthmeister, I'm ready for you and Mr. Stallion to be inside of me…now. I'm begging you…please."

"No need to beg since I am here to please you, Demon Goddess."

Bela was truly memorized by Garth's ability to please her over and over and over as her loud moans filled the night air for a long time.

Once they reached their cabana, Jenny wildly began undressing, pleading for Dean to get naked as well. In the matter of seconds, he was in his birthday suit wearing nothing but a big smile. She slammed him into a lounge bed then started to caress herself while seductively dancing around him. Dean groaned as he watched until he couldn't take it anymore, both he and his cock begging for her touch.

The long-legged brunette slowly crawled up his lean body, nipping along the way until she forced her tongue down his throat, catching him off guard as his penis grew harder still. Jenny reached for her white leather belt to tie up the horny man's wrists to the light post, grinning seductively at him as she tightened the belt.

She began to lick his body back down south and stopped to gently take a hold of the erected member, giving it a sensual squeeze and making him squirm and groan. The gal the swirled pre-cum around with one hand while the other massaged his balls, causing the frustrated guy to buck up his hips.

"Jeez Jenn, just do it already," Dean suggested headily.

"I'm not ready…I want ya to beg for it…beg for it Dean," she demanded. "Do it, Dean!"

Oh god, I want it!" Dean shouted, begging. "Please fuck me…now!"

Letting loose of the hard cock, she climbed on top of him with a smirk, straddling him. "I never want you to forget me again, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah…never again."

"Good boy, so here's a special treat for you then." Jenny reached over for her red lipstick, seductively opening it and writing on Dean's firmly chiseled chest, making him even more hard…so hard, it hurt. He wanted her… needed her... now.

Jenny then rolled off him, taking her clothes to the loveseat nearby where she started to get dressed. Dean opened his stunned eyes in disbelief. "Wha...what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna ask Garth and Sharona if I could join them instead of being here with a prick like you," she calmly answered.

"C'mon, you can't leave me like this," Dean exclaimed in shock and disappointment. "I thought you wanted this and everything was worked out."

"Yeah, right." She pointed out, "You used me for a quick fuck then left without a damn word. I've been planning this revenge for years…this is for all the other girls who never got a chance too."

"Really…this is how ya want to end this?" Dean pressed. "We could've had a great time and this might even have led to something else, something more permanent."

"Oh man, do you ever hear yourself talk?" She shook her head in disgust. "Well, here's my answer to that ridiculous statement." Jenn then began to sing as she finished dressing. "I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl- 'Cause the next time that he cheats- Oh, you know it won't be on me! No, not on me." She wagged a finger in front of him as she sang the last line.

"Jenn, please let me go," Dean begged, not liking how this was going at all. "Jenn, please untie me…please."

"FYI, my name is not Jenny or Jenn but how would you know that," she harshly stated while watching him squirm. "Hey prick, I'm a former girl scout and I know how to tie something up for good." And with that said, she was out the door, wandering off to find the other couple.

Dean did everything he possibly could to get loose but exhaustedly failed. He wanted to yell for help but he still had a massive boner and wasn't even sure he could be heard with the loud music from the club.

The frustrated man finally decided he had no choice and shouted for assistance for several agonizing minutes until a short bald man in his sixties peeked through the door.

"Oh thank God; can you untie me?" Dean inquired as sweat rolled off his body from the recent struggle of trying to free himself and to manage his erection.

The man stood there in amazement, not taking his eyes of the erected member, thus causing him to get one as well. Apparently a naked, well-endowed, handsome man with a hard-on tied to a lounge bed was quite the turn-on for the old guy.

Dean grew uncomfortable as he watched the tent in the man's pants grow and the leering look the guy was giving him but that turned to shock when the man unzipped his pants and started stroking himself. "Oh god, this can't be happening," Dean mumbled before starting to shout "help" over and over. No one came, except for the old man minutes later.

"Dude, that was gross," the tied-up hunter said. "Just leave and send in someone normal, okay?"

The old man smirked, "Can I touch it?"

There was no way in hell Dean was gonna let a pervert play with his cock and began shouting "help" again, his disgust turning to fear and panic.

Finally, a cute blonde cocktail waitress entered and her eyes grew wide at the sight that greeted her. "Oh! Uh sorry to bother you guys during your foreplay," she apologized quickly. As she attempted to leave, she was stopped by the younger man's screeching.

"No, don't go!" Dean pleaded. "Please, please untie me…please!"

"I don't really play those games," she clarified.

"It's not a game…" Dean paused to take a deep breath. "I was tied up by a former flame who wanted to get back at me and left. Then this old perv came in and jerked off so I shouted for help and that's when you arrived…please untie me."

It seemed as though he was telling the truth, but the waitress didn't want to put herself in danger by fully entering the room. "I believe you so I'll get the security team in here but that's all I could do." Dean nodded in relief when she smiled back. However, she did take a few moments to take in the sight of the enormous, thick erected penis before her lustful eyes. If only he wasn't such a douche-bag, I could've easily ridden that all night long.

It took only ninety seconds for three huge security guards to enter the cabana but they stopped in their tracks to see an unusual yet common circumstance. One guard took the old man out as the other two searched the shelter. Sensing no crime had been committed, one released the young hostage while the other called it in.

Dean silently thanked him and they politely insisted he immediately leave the premise, a request to which he eagerly nodded in agreement although it was next to impossible to get dressed with the erection he had. Finally, the men decided to leave so the swollen male could 'fix' his problem. I can't believe it lasted this long, Dean thought as he was relieving himself, hand over fist.

He leaned up against the wall, staring at himself in the full length mirror, stunned by what was written on his chest. Call Jenny at 867-5309.

The brunette may have embarrassed him but he was going to have the last laugh once he got out of here. That is, if he ever finished. How could I still be this hard?

It took much longer than expected to find release but finally he was on the way to find the revengeful bitch who made his last few hours miserable and make her pay.

TBC…

Author's Notes #2: 'My Sharona' was the debut single by The Knack, released in 1979 from their album Get the Knack, from Capitol Records and written by Doug Fieger and Berton Averre.

'867-5309/Jenny'was a song written by Alex Call and Jim Keller and performed by Tommy Tutone that was released on the album Tommy Tutone 2, on the Columbia Records label in 1982.

'Living La Vida Loca'was written and produced by Desmond Child and Draco Rosa for Columbia Records in 1999 and performed by Ricky Martin.

And Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass were members of the boy band, *NSYNC.