December 2006
The deep, grumbling roar of the Impala could be heard as Dean pulled up in front of a building with flashing lights. There was the outline of a woman, flashing neon pink. Just what he needed, a little relaxation. He shut the engine off, shoving his keys into his pocket as he got out of the car and headed towards the building. It was a double-door building and he grabbed the right because it was closest and headed inside. He went to the bar first and ordered a whiskey, paying the bartender.
He grabbed his drink and took a welcome gulp of the liquid and it burned as went it down. The music playing was jazzy, with long heavy beats and almost a popish kind of tune to it. He turned away to look towards the stage and choked on his drink as he saw that there were men on stage. Half naked dancing men. He could see the guy beside him not so subtly rubbing at the front of his pants, his eyes glued to the stage. Dean followed his gaze to notice the tall, lithe blonde who was giving quite the performance. Dean would have bet he could've given any female stripper a run for her money. He wasn't a judge of how he would have performed against any other male strippers considering that he hadn't seen them before.
He looked away before he could let his consciousness accuse him of liking what he saw. Because he didn't. He saw the bartender smirking at him. It was far easier to just ignore what he had seen and pretend that it wasn't what he saw. He could just pretend there were female strippers in the background, ugly, horribly ugly female strippers.
"What?" he drawled defensively.
"That one's a real charmer," he gestured to the blonde. "Dallas."
"Well that's just great…" He was so not sticking around any longer than necessary.
"Let me guess, the sign fooled ya?"
"Yeah."
"Right door leads to here, left to the female strippers," the barkeep chuckled at that. "They ain't open today. Gets too rowdy with both of us, we run on opposite days."
"Great," he grumbled irritably. "You know any good diners nearby?" His stomach growled a little at the thought of food and he was just eager to get out of this place.
"Yeah, you might want to try Sonata's. Just go down a block –place doesn't look good but I swear they make the best Philly cheese steaks a guy could ever hope for."
"Eh, sounds good," Dean smiled amiably.
He gave a brief salute to the barkeep and made his way out of the strip club. He got into the Impala and followed the instructions he'd been given. The guy was right when he'd described the place as not looking very good. Half of the sign was lit up and there was a sign on the door that read open. The place was practically jam packed with customers, but it was spacious enough. Dean parked and headed inside, the promise of a delicious Philly cheese luring him inside.
A waitress offered him a grand smile and let him to a table that was basically in middle of the diner. She went to hand him his menu and he waved her off. There was a group of young men gathered at a booth table, laughing. They sounded a little drunk.
"What can I get you?" his waitress inquired, stopping before him.
She was gorgeous –just about drop dead gorgeous actually –in a way that a sweet ol' Southern girl was. She had golden blonde hair that was braided back and in danger of falling over her shoulder. Her apron was dirty and stained and she looked just about exhausted but she still had a warm smile for him. She wasn't like some women who just caked on make-up to hide their imperfections, she had just enough to accentuate her perfections and he wondered if she was even aware of it.
"Coffee, black, and one of your famous Philly cheese steaks?"
"Sure thing," she smiled warmly and wrote his order down before hurrying back to the kitchen.
Dean watched the way she walked and decided that he liked it. He smiled to himself and glanced around the diner. The decorations were decent, minimal and the place was cleaner than some of the diners he'd been in before. It was nice to finally catch a break from all of Sam's nagging and just… relax. He still had a whole lot of time to kill and he was pretty sure he just found a damn good way to spend it.
She came back around shortly, a coffee pot in hand and she poured his cup full to the brim and shot him another pleasant smile before heading off as someone called her over. He caught sight of her nametag –Kora. He watched her once more from the corner of his eye and he swore that she almost turned around to look at him. He took a drink of his coffee idly, waiting for her to walk again to watch her. There was no one else in here that was pretty enough to watch aside from her. Even if the food sucked, there was potential to get her into bed with him. He was certain of that.
Someone good looking like him and someone as gorgeous as her, there was no way they couldn't be together. He had a feeling that if he ever managed to articulate those words to her however, that she would not be quite so willing. He just wasn't sure who or what she was looking for yet. She bustled past his table to the back, serving them their food before heading back to the kitchen. He glanced at her covertly, checking her out. She wasn't flat but she wasn't busty either, about average. She had a willowy build, like that of a dancer and he wondered what she did when she wasn't working.
She disappeared into the kitchen and Dean went back to drinking his coffee. It wasn't that amazing or anything and he was a lot more interested in watching that waitress. He glanced towards her as she made her way back out carrying several plates. She set his down before him, a large and very delicious looking Philly cheese steak on it. The moment he smelled it, he was gone to heaven and the second he took a bite he knew he wouldn't be back for awhile. He savored every last bite and wished that there were more places that could make a Philly cheese steak taste this amazing. Because he had never had one this awesome –and that was saying a lot.
He finished with a content groan, leaning back and finishing off his coffee. Kora was practically instantly there, refilling his coffee with that same cheery smile at his nod.
"We make a mean apple pie, if you'd like to try?"
"I am so up for pie," he grinned at her.
"Great!" She smiled brightly, warm and genuine.
She was gone again, off to get him his pie and to serve the other customers. He glanced around, wondering if she was the only waitress on shift tonight or something. He caught sight of two other waitresses, both of them looking just as busy but not quite as tired as Kora. He took a drink of his coffee, wishing that he had ordered a beer instead but when she came up to him with that smile he hadn't been thinking of drinking alcohol but of kissing her. She had a great smile.
She returned with his pie, a heaping amount of whip cream that he suspected she had had something to do with, as well as a single maraschino cherry on top. She smiled sweetly at him and was gone again as a table down at the other end of the diner beckoned her. She was warm with them too, but he had the feeling that she had a barrier between her and them where she was a little warmer with Dean.
He dove into his pie with gusto, eager to eat it. He saved the cherry for last though, and with each bite he savored the rich flavor. It was awesome pie. He finished off the cherry last along with his coffee. Kora dropped the bill off with a torn piece of paper and he wasn't surprised to see neat numbers written on the back of it. As well as a listed time for when she got off her shift.
He ordered another coffee and she poured him a cup again, smiling warmly but he was sure that there was a nervous excitement between the two of them that he was not solely responsible for.
There was a crash behind them and Kora whirled. A beer bottle had fallen off and smashed and the table had gone quiet. One of the guys offered a slurred apology and Kora waved it away with her easy smile, bending down to clean up the mess carefully. She didn't even have gloves or a dustpan nearby, Dean started to his feet as she scooped up the larger pieces of glass. Dean saw the guy nearest the edge of the table look down at her.
The first and second buttons of her blouse were undone, most likely for comfort, not to try and draw attention to. There wasn't much to see as the buttons were high enough up that it wasn't worth the time to try and take a peek. If Kora noticed, she didn't react.
"Hey bitch ya missed a piece," one of the other guys sneered. A few around the table snickered. Kora stiffened and went back to picking the pieces up delicately, trying not to cut herself on them.
Dean had had enough, before they'd even started jeering. "Asshole," he growled, grabbing the bastard by his collar and shaking him a little. "Apologize."
"N-no it's okay," Kora tried to protest, to wave it off.
"It isn't," Dean growled. "You're doing your job and these lowlifes don't need to make it any worse."
"I ain't fuckin' apologizin' to some bitch!" the guy argued.
Dean jerked him once more and he still didn't give up. Before he could start insulting Kora again, Dean punched him a few times. It shut him up, but not his friends and they started at Dean. Kora tried to move out of the way, and Dean kept the guys from getting to her. He went easy on them, but it probably didn't look like to anyone else watching as he took the drunks down easily enough.
He went back to the drunkard who had started the whole thing, dragging him out of the diner. His drunken friends followed woozily, stumbling along. They were all bleeding a little, but this asshole had a broken nose. Dean didn't care –he flung him out of the diner and his friends went rushing after him. He turned around back towards Kora.
She didn't look scared of him and he hoped that was a good sign. She smiled a little shakier than usual, a little less confident and he bent down to help pick up the remaining pieces. The diner was quiet for a moment or two longer before patrons started talking and the waitresses waitressing. Kora disposed of the shards and Dean followed her, doing the same. He spotted the blood on her sleeve and reached for her hand, stopping before actually grabbing it.
"Let me see?" It was anything but a demand.
Kora glanced at him, swallowing and turned her hand palm up so he could see the cut down her palm. He noticed just how pale of green her eyes were and he smiled comfortingly, looking down at the cut on her hand.
"A couple of stitches and you'll be just fine," he smiled reassuringly at her.
"You a doctor or something?" she laughed softly, her eyes still on his.
"Nah, just know a little about stitches."
"Med school drop-out?" she guessed, smiling wanly.
Dean laughed, "Yeah, sure."
If she wanted to believe he was in the medical school then he wasn't going to crush her dreams. Or hopes, whatever.
"T-then you could patch me up?" he was sure that he hadn't imagined the tremor in her voice.
"Yeah, no problem. Just uh, don't sue me if you get a scar or something…"
"I don't care about that. Just…"
"Uh yeah, no problem. Not at all."
"Can we do it now?"
"Sure." He wasn't quite so sure what the urgency was all about.
He led her out to the Impala; let her sit in the front seat as he pulled out one of the kits they carried around. He started stitching, slow and as gentle as he could be. She whimpered only once and never ever looked at him as he patched her hand up. It wasn't exactly common, to see that. He lightly kissed her fingertips, glancing up to see her reaction as he shut the first-aid kit. Kora hesitantly looked down at him, a light flush to her cheeks. She looked paler than she had earlier.
"Are you alright?" he murmured, shoving the first-aid kit underneath the seat.
"I'm fine… Thank you."
Dean smiled warmly, "My pleasure."
"So, uh, what should I call you? My knight in shining armor, or tall and handsome?"
Dean chuckled. "They both work. My birth certificate says I'm Dean Winchester though." She giggled at his comment, shaking her head.
"I'm Kora," she smiled sheepishly, glancing at her nametag. "It's nice to meet you. And thank you Dean, for everything."
"No problem." He smiled at her, starting the ignition. "My place or yours?" he glanced at her.
"Yours," she replied almost instantly.
"Whoa, you got a boyfriend or something you hidin' me from?" he teased as he flicked play.
"No, nothing like that." She smiled sweetly at him. "My place is just…" she paused, shrugging.
"Don't worry about it."
Kora smiled in relief. Usually chicks were all about the sharing and caring and he was kind of glad that he didn't have to listen to her boring life story. He just wanted to get a good night out of this. He would have to leave before tomorrow evening to get to where he was meeting Sam in order to get a move on for their next case. He'd ditched him at Bobby's, needing some time on his own with him worrying. Bobby knew why he'd left and although he most certainly had not agreed with his reasons, he'd agreed.
Dean pulled into the motel he was staying at and got out. Kora walked over to him, smiling softly, shifting slightly. There was a nervous edge to her movements, an electric excitement between them as he took her uninjured hand and led her to his room. She went with him contently, and he unlocked the door, flicking the light on for her.
"You're not staying long are you?" she inquired, looking at his packed bags and then back at him.
"No," he admitted honestly. He hadn't made any promises to her; there was nothing that she could hold against him for this.
She smiled softly, removing her apron and letting it fall to the floor. "Well, guess I'll just have to make the most of this?" there was a glint of amusement in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Oh no you don't," he said playfully, approaching her. "I get to undress you."
"Aw," she teased, "but I'm sure you've so many bodies they all look the same to you." She crossed her arms, head tilted to the side as she looked at him cheekily.
"Doesn't mean I don't appreciate them."
She bit her lower lip and lowered her arms. Dean kissed her softly, bringing their lips together. He was welcome for the distraction of having another body pressed up against his. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he chucked it to the side as he worked on undoing her blouse. He nipped at her upper lip with just a quick brush of teeth and she parted them, welcoming him. She tasted sweet, like strawberries and he brushed his tongue against hers as he pushed her blouse off her shoulders.
Kora was already at work on his shirts, her soft palms pressed against his chest as she slid them up. Dean unclasped her bra with an effortless flick of his finger, shifting them closer to the bed as he tossed it aside. He pressed against her and she fell back with a soft squeak and he moved over her, his mouth on hers hot and demanding. They broke for air long enough so that she could get his shirt off, and he dug in his pocket for his wallet, grabbing a condom from it and setting aside. She ran her hands down his firm chest to his jeans, rapidly undoing them.
Dean undid her jeans as she started to push his down and he chuckled huskily. She seemed as in need of sex as he was. He shifted and pulled her jeans and panties down, tossing them off the end of the bed. Just as quickly she had his pants and briefs off and off the bed, smiling up at him. Dean kissed her passionately and she returned it eagerly, her hands running along his body as she eagerly explored.
He moved his hands along her body, soft ample flesh welcoming. She moaned lowly underneath him, eyelids fluttering. Her beautiful pale green eyes were on his though and he sucked a mark into her neck. She smelled faintly of some flowery scent, and a little like the kitchen she'd been working in doubt for the whole day. He nipped at her soft flesh, smirking as he felt her shudder and shiver beneath him while her hands glided along his body. He grabbed the package, ripping it open and was surprised when she took it from him. She rolled it onto him, kissing him soft and gentle.
He brought them together with a slow thrust of his hips and his name rolled off of her tongue. He crashed his lips against her, quickening the pace. She pressed her fingers into his back, moaning with him as she met every movement. Her soft, pleading moans drove them steadily towards release as euphoria settled over them. Breathless kisses were exchanged and she brushed her fingertips down his back, along faint scratches that he could hardly even feel.
They traded a few more lazy kisses before her legs were around his waist, pulling him deeper and he obligingly thrust with her. Kora moaned his name, tilting her head back and offering him access to her neck. He sucked and marked her as his even if it was only for this night. He held her a little tighter, shifting for a better position as she cried out his name in ecstasy. Her short, dull nails pressed in deeper as he brought blessed release for them. He left her gasping softly, shuddering beneath him in pleasure and he trailed lazy kisses along her neck.
She hummed in pleasure and he kissed his way back up to her lips. She was definitely a dancer. Slowly he moved off her and disposed of the condom before returning to the bed, he flicked the light off on his way. She shuffled over slightly, making a little more room for him.
"Uh…"
"It's fine, I'm on the pill." She smiled at him sleepily and kissed his cheek, pulling the blankets up.
He smiled at her softly and shook his head, exhaling. It was definitely nice to be away from Sam for some time and it was just what he needed too. Kora's back was to him, just barely touching him. He wondered if she did one night stands very often, because she didn't really seem the type. He idly set his hand on her leg and she set her hand over his lightly. She was beautiful and a nice person that she should have been able to have guy she wanted. But it wasn't for him to worry about who she was or wasn't with. He was leaving tomorrow.
He let his eyes shut and he slowly fell asleep. Sometime he was vaguely aware of her moving around, but she was quiet and quick and when he woke up in the morning she was gone. Apparently she had responsibilities of her own to get to. He was sorta sad to see that she was gone, in the way that he wouldn't have minded some goodbye sex. He sighed and stretched out.
I wish I had my beta to tell me about this chapter. I'm trying to keep it real and everything, so I'm not sure what exactly I'll do with it.
After I hear back from my beta, or I get reviews I might completely review this chapter. I'm displeased with it...
Oh, and if the years are messed up with ages and seasons, I apologize. This chapter is set in Season 3.
Thank you Amaven for the help you offered; I hope this way it's still alright. :)