This is a story that a friend and I have been writing off and on since February of 2009, through moves and babies, this story kept coming to us. It was a small idea that grew into something bigger then both of us. We started it as this one-shot of 'Dean getting a girl' to flex our writing muscle between the slash we both write, but the persona of Lizzy that we created refused to die. So here we go, a very… very long AU for you.
Me and NAWag1R (found on my Favorite Author list) hope you enjoy this story. Posting schedule will be every other day/when I can find the time between baby and work. Maybe more if we get a bit of feedback.. hint hint.
Lake Charles, Louisiana
Dean couldn't believe the classic Winchester fight that his father and brother had gotten into yet again. It ended with John telling Sam that if he left he should never come back. After that Sam had packed and left the motel. Dean stood there, watching, unable to speak or move. Finally something in Dean snapped and he glared at his father.
"How could you?" he asked grabbing his leather jacket and keys, heading out to the car.
He drove for a while before pulling into the lot of a little hole in the wall bar and parked the Impala. It was as good a place as any for a drink, a little peace and normalcy. He walked in and knew that this was the place he needed to be. Pool tables ripe for hustling and darts to hone his skills on. He slid up to the bar and ordered a beer. That was when he saw her. Low rise jeans, light purple top, beautiful. Dean took his beer and casually walked to the other end of the bar and took the stool next to hers.
She paid him no heed for a moment before she smiled, turning to him and batted her brown-eyes at him, flipping back her long brown hair. She gave him a once over, as he did the same. Her smile turned flirty before she spoke to him.
"And what's a handsome man like you doing in a joint like this?" She said, letting just a little of her southern twang slip out of her lips. God she was gorgeous.
"Same as you I imagine, looking for a drink. I'm Dean." He said giving her his most charming smile. His eyes roamed over her body landing on her tattoo, a pair of angel wings on her hip, exposed by her jeans and he smiled again. "So, Angel? Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure, Dean, as long as I get the company that goes along with it." She purred. Oh yeah, she was on the prowl and was most definitely interested in him. This might just be what he needed tonight. So Dean ordered two more beers and gestured to an empty table in a corner.
"So, am I going to be calling you Angel all night or are you going to tell me your name?" he asked.
"I could tell you my name, but what would be the fun in that?" She said with a smirk. "Besides I like Angel, or I wouldn't have the wings." She said with a wink as she grabbed one of the beers, smiling and walking over to the table.
She sat down in a chair, propping her legs up before patting the other chair beside her. Dean flipped the chair around and straddled it as he sat next to her.
"So now that you got your drink, what else are you looking for, Dean?" She practically purred at that. Dean wondered if he could make her do that again for the things it was doing to him. He took a long pull off his fresh beer and looked at her.
"Well, I wasn't to sure when I walked in here, but now I think I'm looking at exactly what I need." He said. She flashed him a sweet smile, taking a pull of her own beer.
"Oh, so you NEED me? Is that it? And what do you plan to do with me?" She said in a flirtatious tone, batting her eyes at him, before sitting up in her chair, leaning over the table, in a way that would show off her cleavage to him. She was coming on strong, but he liked what he saw.
"I'll do anything you want, sweetheart. Anything in particular I can do for you, or more to the point, to you?" Dean asked flashing a sexy smile and bright green eyes. She smiled brightly at that.
"There are a lot of things you can do to me, but unless you like an audience, I suggest we take this somewhere a little more private. Or unless you get off on that sort of thing?" She gave him a mischievous smile before taking another pull off her beer.
"I have my car out front and a motel room not far from here." Dean said smiling. He pulled the keys to the Impala out of his pocket and drained the last of his beer. She smiled, finished up her beer, and followed him out. She moved next to him, grabbing his well built arm, rubbing her breast just ever so slightly against his arm, almost like it was an accident. Dean smirked as she brushed up against him.
'This girl was awesome,' he thought.
He walked over to the Impala and ran a hand over the hood as he crossed to the passenger's side to unlock the door. He looked back at her and smiled. She was just staring at the car wide eyed.
"SWEET! An Impala! Wow I love these cars." She said now bouncy as could be. She ran a hand over the hood just like Dean had. "67?" she asked, giving the car a once over.
"Oh yeah, this is my baby. 1967, 327 four barrel, 275 horses. Cherry. You know cars?" Dean asked even more impressed with the girl.
"Yeah, my pops owns a shop. I've been working on cars since I was old enough to pick up a wrench." She said running her fingers over the hood again. "Nothing like being cover in engine grease." She said, nearly in a moan.
"I got this baby from my dad. She's my pride and joy. So," Dean said leaning sexily on the hood, "You want to go for a ride?" She sits on the hood, fingers still brushing over it.
"Yes, I would love to go for a ride." She said giving him a sexy little look. Damn this girl could do things to him with just that look.
"Come here." He said taking her hand and pulling her into a deep kiss. He could tell that she was taken a little off guard but certainly was enjoying it. Her hands when into his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, with almost bruising force and then she broke it, before getting off the hood.
"Take me for a drive, Dean." she said, walking passed him, slapping his ass lightly, "And then I might take you for a ride." She said, getting into the passenger's seat.
"Mmm," Dean purred before sliding into the driver's seat. Yes, this girl was perfect.
He started the car and pulled out onto the road. They drove around the town for a while, nowhere in particular in mind. He slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her across the seat and closer to him.
"So, Angel, where do you want to go?" She turned to him, smiling mischievously.
"Somewhere, when I'm riding you and you're screaming my name, that no one will bother us." she purred into his ear. "And its Lizzy by the way, the name you are going to be screaming," she said nibbling on his ear.
"I love a girl that knows what she wants." Dean said with a groan. They passed a park and Dean pulled off the road and parked the Impala. It was dark and secluded. Well off the beaten path, giving them the right amount of privacy. He ran his hand through her hair and pulled her into another kiss, teasing her lips with his tongue then moving down to nibble at her neck.
She moved to straddle his lap, her back against the steering wheel. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, breaking the contact. She smiled down at him before capturing his lips again. Dean moaned into her mouth as she kissed him. Their tongues battled to dominate and in the end, Dean won. He explored her mouth with his tongue tasting her, savoring her.
"Mmm, Lizzy. God you taste so good." He slid his hands under her top and pulled it off of her. "God you're beautiful. What do you say we take this to the backseat?" She smiles at him for a moment before pushing herself into the bulge in his pants.
"What if I don't want it in the backseat, what if I want it on the hood, the trunk. Or maybe right here." She said as she popped the button of his jeans. She slipped her hand in, stroking him once, and then she was off him and out the open driver's side door.
"Catch me if you can," she laughed out, running to the other side of the car. Dean sat there shocked for a moment then bolted after her. She laughed as he chased her and after two circles around the car he slid over the hood and caught her in his arms.
"Gotcha." He grinned hauling her up onto the hood of the Impala with him. He nipped at her neck letting his hands roam over her back and then slide around to cup her breast. He brushed his thumb over her nipple through the thin material of her bra.
"Damn Dean." She moaned out. She captured his lips again as his hands explored her body. She reached behind herself, unsnapping her bra, exposing her breasts to him. She smiled as he watched.
"God, Dean. I want you so badly," She purred, grinding herself into his lap. Dean purred at that.
"Damn girl I want you," He kicked off his shoes and lifted his hips enough to push his pants and boxers off exposing his straining erection to her hungry gaze. He took her breasts in his hands thumbing her nipples before taking the right one into his mouth and mimicking his actions with his hand on the left. She moaned out at the feeling of his mouth and hands on her breasts, but she still stared at his exposed cock.
"Mmm I want to taste you," she said, slipping off the hood, pulling him from it. She dragged him to the backseat, opening the door before shoving him down onto the seat. She gave him a wicked smile before dropping to her knees in front of him. She locked eyes with him before she began to blow him, keeping eye contact with him.
"Oh God. Lizzy, God that's so good." Dean panted as his head dropped back against the seat. He reached down and carded his hands through her hair. "Oh God, Baby, I want you so bad." She slipped off him, smiling.
"Then take me," she said, pumping his cock in her hand. Dean growled and pulled her up his body taking her mouth in a deep, rough kiss. He unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them off her hips and down her legs. He reached under the front seat and pulled out a butterfly knife opening it with skill.
"Shh..." He whispered as her eyes went wide. "Trust me." He laid the cold steel of the blade flat against her flushed, heated skin. He could tell the knife scared her but excited her just the same as she moaned against it. He used it to quickly cut away the offending scrap of fabric that separated him from his feast. And she gave him the cutest little pouts.
"Aww, that was a favorite pair." She said. "I guess I have to punish you then." she purred, taking the knife, closing it, dropping it to the floor of the back-seat, before she roughly pushed him onto his back. She straddles his hips so that her ass rubbed against his erection. He groaned out at her action.
"God, Lizzy," he moaned. His hands gripped her hips as he tried to position her over his cock. "Baby, please I want to be inside you."
"Mmm I want that too Dean but…" She purred, slipping off him, getting to her purse. He looked at her as she pulled at the tiny foil package. He had been so caught up in the moment he nearly forgot. He was glad that one of them had been more in control. She just smiled as she rolled the condom onto him and he let out a groan. She moved back on him before she pushed herself on his lengths. They both cried out at the feeling, She held herself there, before leaning in to capture his lips in another quick kiss. She smiled at him.
"I love your lips." she admits before giving him a sexy look and began to ride him slowly. Dean grinned as he gripped her hips and pulled her down on him as he thrust up into her.
"Just my lips?" He asked. He moved a hand between them and toyed with her clit as she rocked her body in time with his. She bit her lip lightly at that.
"Well there are those hands. Mmm so good." she purred rocking more with him. "And those eyes." She purred again. "And Fuck... God Dean, you feel so good." She said as she started to lose herself, quickening her pace.
"Just so damn good, DEAN!" she yelled.
"Lizzy, oh God, so good." Dean gasped. He pulled her close to his body and carefully rolled them so he was above her. He thrust solidly into her over and over in a smooth driving rhythm. "That's it, baby. Oh yeah Lizzy, I'm close. Oh, baby!" She moan out at that, wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Oh God, Dean, Dean, Yes! Just like that." Her hands went to his back, her nails digging into it, as she came hard.
"Dean!" she screamed. Dean thrust hard into her again as her body tightened around him and her nails dug into his back.
"Ahh! Yes, oh Liz!" Dean shouted as he came inside her. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily. She smiled up at him, wiping the sweat off his forehead. Dean began to breathe normally and pushed himself up so he could see her blissed out face.
"Damn, girl." Dean was about to lean in and kiss her again when his cell phone rang."Well, shit," he muttered looking around for his phone. She smiled, looking around for the cell phone too, finding it in the front seat and handing it to Dean with a smile. She grabbed her stuff from the front seat, starting to pull her clothes on, trying not to giggle while he answered the phone. She smiled wickedly then, and went to nibble on his ear when he was talking.
"Mmmm..." Dean groaned.
"Hello?" He heard his father say.
"Dad."
"Where are you?" John asked.
"Um, a bar." Dean answered.
"You drunk yet?"
"No, I'm not drunk."
"I want you back at the motel, I have a job I need to head out to in the morning and I don't want you out at the moment," John countered with a growl.
"Don't take this out on me; you're the one that told him to leave!" Dean Snapped.
"Don't take that tone with me boy, if you're not drunk get your ass back here,"
"Well, yeah but,"
"No buts Dean, I don't want you out tonight,"
"Yes, sir, I'll be there as soon as I can," Dean hung up and looked over at Lizzy. "I'm sorry. I have to go." he said with a hint of sadness. She pouted.
"Believe me there is nothing I would rather do than stay here with you. He just wants me close since my little brother took off. He's leaving town in the morning. He's got a job to get to. How about you come back to my room with me?" Dean explained not wanting to leave the beauty with him quite so soon. He started to grab his clothes when he let out a mild curse.
"What is it?" Lizzy asked.
"Well that was a bit worthless," Dean said before pulling off the busted condom. "Shit I'm sorry about that, but you don't have to worry, I'm clean." Dean assured her. She nodded before getting the rest of her clothes on. He did as well before settling into the front seat.
"Sorry about your Brother. And if your father is so worried about him, why doesn't he go look for him and ignore this job. You're a big boy, Dean; you can do whatever you want." She said.
"My brother went to Stanford. He deserves to go, he earned it. I'm proud of him. It's just got my dad pissed for some reason. Don't worry about it." Dean assured her as he finished dressing. He got in the driver's seat and then drove back to the bar. He pulled up next to her car. "I'm in room 105 at the PineRidge Motel if you care to join me," He offered.
She smiled at him before nodding and getting out of the car. Dean had left it to her to decide to follow him or not. He checked in with his father. John had picked up a lead and was leaving Dean to handle the job here and that suited Dean fine. It was a simple salt and burn and that would leave plenty of time for him to spend with Lizzy. Dean smiled at that thought.
Dean got up after he heard the car pull up outside his room. He looked out the window and saw Lizzy. He smiled as she hesitated at knocking. When he heard the knock, he opened the door with a bright grin. "You're here... I was hoping you'd decide to follow me." She smiled shyly at him before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.
Dean held her tightly and kissed her as passionately as she kissed him. He kicked the door closed and lifted her into his arms. He carried her over to his bed and laid her down gently. He stood next to the bed and peeled his t-shirt off over his head. He could feel her eyes on him as he undressed for her. He could hear her breathing become fast and shallow and knew her heart was racing. He loved it. She watched him undress and her eyes never left him. Her hands went up, brushing lightly over his stomach. She pulled him down to the bed, on top of her, kissing him again. Her hands when all over his chest, arms, skin, lightly tracing over old battle scares.
"God, you are perfect, ain't you?" She whispered out. He cupped her face gently stroking his thumb over her cheek.
"I want to feel your skin against mine." he whispered. She moaned out at that and nodded, removing her shirt quickly and then moved to unbutton her jeans.
"You are so beautiful." He stood and threw the covers back on the bed. He took her in his arms and ran his hands through her hair. He laid her back on the bed and kissed her gently. He moved to her shoulder and nipped lightly then trailed kisses down her chest leaving a sensual lick in the valley of her breasts. He continued kissing down her stomach. He settled between her legs and grinned up at her before licking at her center. She moaned out his name over and over again. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He kept a hand on her hip to keep her still. He worked her to a frenzy and when he felt her begin to clench around his fingers he grinned against her. He looked up to see her biting her lip. God she looked sexy like that, all blissed out.
"God Dean, mmm. Why hasn't someone taken their claim on you? Damn, with a mouth like that, I'm surprised there aren't girls lining the block to get in here." She laughed, still trembling from her high. "You make me so crazy, make me lose my mind."
Dean had to stop himself. What was it about this girl that made him want to tell her everything? He slipped on a smile and slid up her body so they were face to face. "Well I don't want just any girl," he whispered. The head of his cock bumped against her folds. "So tell me, are you ready for more?" She moaned out at that.
"God, Dean, I'm always ready for you. Mmm baby, I want you inside me. Please," she moaned out. Dean was about to thrust deeply into her when he stopped and pulled away. He kissed her gently at her confused look.
"Sorry, I almost forgot again. Condom." he said glancing over his shoulder to locate his bag.
"Same here, damn Dean you make me lose my mind. But since we've already... But I have some in my purse." She said, pointing to the purse near her clothes. "Hurry Dean. I want you now." she purred out.
"You want me now? Right now? It's risky, but like you said..." Dean said kissing her neck. "Your choice. Condom or bareback?" Her hands when into his hair and she looked up into his face, into those eyes of his. He smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Screw it," She said before pulling him into another kiss. Dean smiled and moaned into the kiss. He reached down and positioned himself then drew Lizzy into another deep kiss as he pushed into her. She was hot and tight and he groaned into her mouth at the full pleasure of it.
"Dean!" She moaned, meting his thrust. "So damn good." she moaned out. Her hands were on his shoulders, holding on as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
He thrust in to her in a slow steady rhythm, letting the pressure build. He buried his face in the crook of her neck whispering to her how good she felt, how hot and tight and that she was the best he'd ever had. He surprised himself when he realized he was telling the truth. She was perfect, and perfect for him. He wanted to keep her. She wrapped her legs around, wanted him as far in as she could push him.
"Mmm Dean, so close, please, come with me, love." She purred out.
"Oh God, Liz." Dean groaned. He thrust hard as she came around him and he lost his control and came as well. He rested his forehead against hers and took a deep breath.
"Damn," Dean breathed kissing her forehead.
"Mmm Damn is about right there, Dean," She said out of breath as well. He felt her hold him tightly to her body.
"Geez with the rate we are going, we'll be dead in a few weeks." She said, then she blushed brightly. "That is... if you're still around in a few weeks." She turned her head from him as her blush deepened. Dean rolled them over so she was resting on his chest.
"I still have a job here. I don't know how long it's going to take. After that I'll move on to the next job that comes along. I'll admit it's not the perfect life but it's all I have," Dean told her rubbing his hands over her back. She lay on his chest for a moment before lifting her head up and smiling at him.
"What kind of job?" she asked curiously. He wanted to tell her, but he knew he shouldn't. She could see that hesitancy. "Sorry had no right to ask. Geez I don't even know your last name and here I am, sleeping with you for the second time," she bit her lip, slipping off him and reaching for her clothes mumbling something about being a slut. Dean just chuckled lightly.
"Winchester," He told her. "And I kind of float around... You know, odds jobs here and there." It was kind of the truth.
"Winchester... Dean Winchester. Sounds nice. Well Dean Winchester, I guess I'll get out of your hair." She said with a sad smile, staring to get her clothes on. Dean reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
"Stay. Please?"
"Tonight's been wonderful. Almost like a dream and... I don't want to screw it up," She said, looking at him nervously, biting her lip again.
"It doesn't have to end yet. Please. It's almost three anyway. Just stay. If you want to you can leave first thing in the morning but it's late and you're tired and I'd worry about you," Dean said with a pleading look. He couldn't believe he was being this sappy. It wasn't like him. But there was something about this girl...
She smiled and almost on cue she yawned. She nodded softly and slipped back into the bed. Dean wrapped his arms around her and she sighed, breathing him in. Dean smiled as she snuggled into his arms. It felt so good having her there. He wanted to stay with her or keep her with him. He heard and felt her breathing begin to even out and knew she was falling asleep. He kissed her neck and whispered, "Stay with me and I'll take care of you forever."