This is for my bestest fwiend in da world. She asked if I could write a story about the brothers and a situation she had in mind. I accepted the challenge. I hope my work is what she wanted.
WARNING! The Language is adult, but I have heard worse at junior high schools. There may or may not be an adult situation. I don't know yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Supernatural:Dean, Sam, the Impala. I totally own everything else. Joanna and Anna and whatever car I choose to put them in. This is for fun and not profit. Don't sue me.
For you Miss Kitty.
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"God, why won't these losers back the fuck off?" Joanna says with a hiss.
"Like we want them anyway? One guy has hit on every girl in here at least twice. He is totally playing the numbers game. If he asks enough some dumb bitch will give him a piece. It won't be me," Anna says with a devilish laugh.
"Don't look at me. I don't do pity lays."
"Neither do I," a male voice interrupts their conversation.
Joanna and Anna turn around ready to start hurling insults and profanity. They led hectic lives and hardly had time to see each other. The one night they had off together, this is what they get: a whole bunch of pussy hungry mongrels attacking. Neither was in the mood and the whole world was going to know it.
Joanna was the older one. At five foot nine, she had long legs that seemed to go to her neck. Her waist was small and her hips lush. She had been told before she had a "coke bottle" figure.Her natural thirty eight D cup chest was a bonus for the male eyes. She was a deep caramel color, with mauve pillow pink lips. Just a slick of gloss and people swore she was wearing lipstick. Her bronze eyes sat atop cheekbones that could slice butter. The dimples didn't hurt her either.
Anna was younger, but still quite the looker. She had a curvy figure she loved to show off in low rider jeans and tight tee shirts. it was what she was most comfortable in, but it also showed her body to perfection. Her chest was a perfect thirty four C. She had kind, hazel eyes and curly dirty blond hair. She, standing five foot two, was not as tall as Joanna, but men did not care. Her shapely legs and curvy body made up for that. When she smiled, men melted. When she walked, they drooled. She knew it and reveled in the control she had over the male mind. She had a great set of legs and her walk was something the fellas loved.
Physically, they were as different as night and day, but their personalities were alarmingly similar. They were both mouthy and would tell you what they thought without being asked. Those thoughts were usually littered with four letter words. They did what they liked and did not care what others thought. They hated close minded people and actively provoked others to think about what normal really was. Anna, however was more demure and tended to wear her big heart on her sleeve. Joanna was just as sweet and sensitve, but covered that with sarcasm and and a smart mouth.
The two women swivelled on their barstools. Standing before them were two handsome men. They both had green eyes. One was shorter, with dirty blond hair and dressed in jeans, riding boots, and a leather jacket. The other was at least six foot four and kinda slouched, with his hands shoved in his pockers, looking at the floor. He had shaggy hair and dressed like an in baggy jeans, a tshirt and hoodie.
"Hi," Anna said first.
"Hello ladies. We are new in town and just stopped in for a few drinks. We saw you were alone and thought that was a shame. I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam."
"Hi, I'm Anna. This is my best friend Joanna."
"Hi," Sam said in a bored tone.
"It's nice to see you are so excited, Sam. Sure hope it rubs off on the rest of us," Joanna said with a smile.
Sam showed a smile and seemed to relax a bit. Dean continued his lines,"Nice to meet you ladies. So, can we buy you a drink?"
"Sure." Anna replied quickly, looking at Joanna."I can walk with you to the other end of the bar where it isn't so crowded and help you bring them back."
"Cool. We'll be right back. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Dean said and punched Sam in the arm.
"When I figure out what you wouldn't do, I will let you know."
"Bitch."
"Jerrrk."
Dean and Anna walked to the other end of the bar.
"Maneater meet womanizer, womanizer, maneater" Joanna said with a laugh.
"What?" Sam asked disinterestedly.
"Annie seems to have made a new friend and he doesn't seem to mind at all."
"That's Dean."
"Your brother is charming and cocky."
"Trust me, I already know."
"Not my deal."
"Really, Dean is every woman's type."
"Well, no one polled me and I am not interested," Joanna said while looking at Sam.
"Are you a lesbian," Sam asked seriously.
"Are you interested in a black eye?" she countered.
"Umm, no."
"Well then."
"You aren't mad that she jumped on Dean?"
"Hell no. I would tear him a new one. Guys like that and I do not get along. They think they are the greatest thing on Earth. Give them good looks and a hot body and they strut like they own the place. Try to find what else they have and you will be looking."
"Dean's not that bad."
"Honey, that is your brother and you love him, but I have brothers and I know the type. I am not saying he is a bad person and I am sorry if that is how you took it. I am saying he is not the type for me, but he is definitely the type for her."
"So, what is your type?"
"Hmm, a good conversationalist. Someone who knows more than football stats and cars. I like them a bit...offbeat. If someone knows that "To Kill a Mockingbird" is not about hunting, I am impressed."
"You liked that book, huh?"
"Sure did."
"I liked it, too. I also liked the Scarlet Letter. Some do not realize that the misogyny in that era still exist today in a different form."
"That is very true. On a basic level, nothing has changed. Hester Prynne did not create that child by herself, but she had to bear the letter, while the father hid in the shadows. Today, a man sleeps around and is called a stud. A woman sleeps with one blabbermouth and she is a slut. Have we really evolved much?"
Sam stared in amazement,"Why are you in this bar?"
"A nerd can't have a drink with her friend?" Joanna said and smiled.
Sam and Joanna were engrossed in a chat about the problems with the legal system when they heard a throat clear and a giggle.
"You have to excuse, Sam. He is in geek mode 24/7." Dean said and smirked.
"He can hold a conversation about more than boobs and ass. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that." Joanna said and shot Dean a look that had "you are an asshole" written all over it.
Sam looked at Dean and blushed.
Anna handed Joanna her Long Island Iced Tea. "Thanks hon," Joanna said.
"No problem. You know I love ya girl."
"Love you too."
Dean's eyes lit up."Umm, you love each other? Really" He raised his eyebrows and plastered a lecherous grin on his face.
"Oh hell no! You are a complete pig. Why can't you be more like your brother?" Joanna said and cocked her head to the side.
"Wha! You want me to be more like him? Why would I do that?"
"Dean, you are obviously intelligent and easy to get along with, so why must you insist on being a shocking, obnoxious, perverted ass?" Joanna asked.
Dean stood there speechless. He then said in complete shock,"You actually like talking to Sammy?" Obviously the remark about him was less appalling than a hot chick actually liking Sammy and she wasn't even drunk yet!
"Sure do."
"It's snowing in hell right now," Dean said with a wink to his brother.
Anna stepped in," Don't take any offense to her. She just doesn't know when to shut up and play nice. She really is sweet and honestly, if she didn't like you, your ass would be on the floor right now. Her mouth just opens and she says whatever she thinks, but I know her. Dean, she thinks you are hot, but your attitude is just too much like hers and she knows that would be a dangerous mix."
Joanna looked at Anna,"Damn, you know me too well."
"No hard feelings, Dean," Joanna said and offered her hand.
"None," Dean said and kissed the back of it.
"Would you mind if we finished our conversation about the ineptitudes of the judicial system? If you two want to join us..." Joanna said.
"Hell no! Who the hell comes to a bar to talk about shit like that? You are such a killjoy, Jo."Anna sneered, rolling her eyes.
"Yea, Jo," Dean added.
"Only she can call me that and not swallow teeth."
Dean held up his hands in a manner that indicated he meant no harm. Sammy smiled.
"You two should definitely get to know each other better,"Dean said before turning to walk to the stool next to Anna.
"Joanna, tell me more about you," Sammy said leaning forward and taking a swig of his beer.
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