Title: You Belong With Me. Chap.1/2
Author: Jaytara
Pairing: Dean/OFC. Implied Sam/Dean
Rating: M for language and implications.
Warnings: Coarse language and implied incest! Little bit of Evil!Sam (:
Beta: I don't have one yet? (: *hint hint*
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, but nothing else is. No money out of this, obviously. Unless you wanna pay me (:
Summary: Sam get Jealous. Real jealous.

A/N : First fic based off of Sam/Dean from Supernatural! I don't know if there actually will be anyway Sam/Dean love yet. But there might be. This Fic is also based off of the song 'Before he cheats' by Carrie Underwood, Because country FTMFW! (:. Enjoy.

He was jealous. Real fucking jealous. And he had all the rights to be. That motherfucker brought him out to the bar to fucking flirt with some blond bimbo?

What. The. Fuck.

Seriously.

What was Dean's problem? It's not like he couldn't get some at home. They'd fucked before, hadn't they? So why the hell was he here, getting some tramp drunk on fruity little drinks?

Sam took another shot of whiskey as he all but sneered their way.

Yeah, Dean had all the right moves. Challenging her to a game of pool, going up behind her to show her how to shoot a combo. And she just fucking turns her head and smiles, like he's a god or some crazy shit. Sam knows Dean.

And now she's dragging him to the dance floor. Not that they're dancing. She's pretty much just grinding into him, the frisky little bitch.

Alright, that was a little harsh. But she's stealing his Dean! His Dean, and he wasn't about to accept that shit.

And then she's whispering something in Dean's ear. Probably something like 'I'm drunk'. And Sam could just imagine what Dean might be thinking : Score!.

And he was probably right. And Sam would have to wait outside the hotel room, or wait for him to be finished with the car.

He downed another shot.

Yeah well, fuck him! Or not, in this case. God, he couldn't take this anymore. If Dean wanted to be a fucking bastard, Sam could too!

And so, Sam stalked out of the bar after doing a bang bang bang of whiskey. He opened the trunk to the impala and got a baseball bat out. Good ol' Louisville slugger. He slammed the trunk shut and came around to the front. Sam could play dirty too. Sam knows Dean. He knows Dean is going to be fucking pissed. Sam hopes he'll feel as bad as he does right now.

And with that, Sam takes the bat to the left headlight of the impala. He sighs happily. That felt fucking good. He grinned and smashes the other one. He looked back to the bar door, turned his head left to right. No one.

Good.

He dropped the bat to the ground and searched his pant pockets. Ah, the hotel key.

Sam went to one side of the impala and put the key to the side of the black paint. He pushed with a little more force and started walking, digging the key into Dean's precious car. The sound it made was music to his ears. Sam skipped to the other side and did the same little design.

Sam was having a lot of fun. But it wasn't enough. What else would piss Dean the fuck off?

He placed the key back into his pocket. And that's when he feels it. His knife. In the front pocket of his jacket. He smiles an evil little smile and reaches into it.

Not being able to fix his damaged car? Priceless.

Oh, oh. Dean would be pissed. And it made Sam smile. And so, he twiddled the knife between his fingers before slashing, slashing, slashing a hole in each tire. Now Dean wouldn't be able to even drive it, let alone take it to be fixed.

Sam grinned, admiring his art work. He figured that was enough. For now, anyways. If Sam knew himself, he knew he could have done a lot worse.

Not wanting to be caught red handed, Sam takes the discarded bat and places it back into the trunk and hurries off back into the bar to get one more drink.

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As Sam finishes his glass of tequila, he sees Dean whispering in the blonde's ear. And she blushes and giggles, nodding. She grabs her purse and runs off to warn her friends. Dean slowly walks towards Sam.

"Time to go, baby brother." Dean smirks. Sam stands.

"Yeah, let's go." He says calmly, slurring his 's'. But on the inside, he's all but jumping for joy. He couldn't wait to see his brother's feedback to his little art project.

They waited for the blond – Samantha, as Dean had told him- by the door. And Sam was getting impatient. If he hadn't been taught to control himself, he would have probably fidgeting in his anticipation.

"I can't wait to bang that" Dean whispered. And that just fuelled Sam's anger even more.

If Sam was honest, Dean's reaction had been everything he'd imagined and so much more.