A/N: Yeah first postings to FF in a long time. Working on a fic for a different fandom too, but this got stuck in my head and I just couldn't resist!
~Sithy
Dean's eyes zeroed in on the blonde babe sitting at the bar as soon as he walked in. He smirked, glad he had picked this particular bar out of the few others he had passed. Sure it was a little more crowded, which always promised a good time, but maybe the night would be a little more fun than he thought. With a quick scan of the other patrons, a majority of which were women in skirts that left little to the imagination, he knew Sam would be kicking himself for staying at the motel, research be damned.
He sidled up to the bar, right next to the blonde who was just finishing her drink. With a smooth smile that worked on so many women in so many bars, Dean began his little ritual. She was all giggles as he bought her another drink along with his. Almost putty in his hands after a few quips that were basically meaningless. A smug sense of satisfaction when he realized a few well-placed caresses would mean not sleeping alone that night.
Of course, his ever-observant Hunter's senses told him when the bar door opened and another patron stepped in, moving a few stools behind him to the bar, but nothing seemed amiss so he didn't think too much of it. It wasn't until the blonde excused herself to powder her nose that Dean heard a resonant female voice a few paces behind him ask for a double shot of whiskey neat. The odd combination piqued his interest enough to make him swivel on his bar stool. She was pretty good-looking, not drop-dead gorgeous, but there was something attractive about her choppy dark hair and tattered-jean-clad ass. Most of her face was masked by a large shoulder-length chunk of hair, full lips just peeking out around it as she sipped from her old-fashioned glass. A raised eyebrow and another smirk, he was starting to forget about the absent blonde.
A voice cracked out above the loud throng of patrons, and Dean realized he chose the wrong bar that night, cringing at the DJ's words.
"All right ladies and gentlemen, it's karaoke night tonight. Who wants to start us out?"
A lot of women shouted out in approval, seemingly ready to start the festivities, but none to eager to step up first. Dean was about to make his exit when the DJ continued. "How 'bout you Laney? Wanna start us out?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean caught the brunette raise her glass with a nod before turning toward the crowd and shaking the hair out of her face. I gotta hear this, Dean thought. He had to admit, it was a great view as her hips swayed walking to the karaoke set-up. She talked with the DJ for a moment, a smile lighting her face and making her seem even more attractive. Dean barely noticed the blonde return to his side.
"Okay, I'll do my usual, but," the girl, Laney, paused as she sipped from her glass. There was a cheer from the crowd, including the blonde, which made her chortle a bit into her drink. "But, even though it's totally the wrong era, tonight I'm dedicating this to whoever owns that sexy-ass '67 Impala out in the parking lot."
The grin on Dean's face grew impossibly wider as the first notes of the song came from the speakers. Oh, he was going to like this chick. Her bodied swayed to the guitar rift, her hips punching it every time there was a hard beat, and Dean was a bit taken aback by the power she belted out on the first verse.
She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you -
Shook me all night long
Dean was completely absorbed in the way she shimmied and shook, owning the song like she was onstage with it. He barely registered the agitation of the forgotten blonde beside him, his heel beating in time against the bar stool. When the guitar solo hit, the brunette took a step back to sip her drink some more, sharing a laugh with the DJ who had been nodding his head to the beat. Right before the solo ended, she downed her drink, grabbing the mic stand and surging forward, throwing herself into the music.
She powered through the end, a sheen of sweat across her forehead from all her exertion. The crowd burst into applause as she stepped away from the mic, Dean among the loudest among them, whistling through his teeth in appreciation. The brunette was just sitting down to order another drink when he grabbed his beer and rudely marched away from the first girl of the night. The space beside the singer was open and he took it with gusto, swiveling to give her one of his trademark smirks.
"Name's Dean," he began, not caring if she knew his real first name. "You were awesome up there. You sing professionally?"
The girl made a distinct warning buzzer noise. "Try again."
Her reaction shocked him, but the frown was only momentary. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge. Making his grin as wicked as they come, he replied "Okay, well thanks for the song, then. I've had the Impala quite a while now. She's my baby."
With that, the brunette gave him a once over from the corner of her eye, making him feel a bit like a piece of meat. "Alright, I'll nibble. Name's Laney."
As her face turned to his, Dean noted that his assessment of her from afar had fallen a tad short. Bombshell she wasn't, but it gave him a slight jolt nonetheless. In the suavest tone he could muster, leaning just ever-so much closer, "You have the most gorgeous lips I've ever seen."
His eyes were still stuck on them when they turned down slightly at the corner, bringing his gaze back up to those clear, dark eyes. "Your girlfriend is leaving."
Twisting around, Dean saw the head of the blonde from earlier bobbing out of the bar, body language clearly showing agitation. He gave a half shrug, turning back to the brunette. The hardness of her expression startled him. "You should be careful playing with other peoples' feelings. You might end up hurting the wrong person one day."
She swiftly downed the rest of her whiskey and with little forethought, Dean motioned for the bartender to bring two more. Her nod of thanks let him know she hadn't completely shut the door on him. "You're right. I'm a rogue and a scoundrel. I promise to be better next time."
"Yeah, regular Han Solo, you are," she snorted rather unlady-like into her drink as she sipped.
Oh, the nerdy type, Dead thought fleetingly. Nerdy girls could be so hot. "Hey now! I'm no scruffy lookin' nerfherder."
The warm, genuine smile that spread her face gave Dean a delightful tingly feeling. He knew he'd hit a bit of a cord in her when she turned to face him fully.
"So, how long have you had your Impala?"
After a few more drinks and some small talk, Dean walked out into the cool night air with Laney trailing behind him. The slight buzz from the whiskey warmed him like a familiar blanket, though the brunette beside him seemed less effected as she gave a slight shiver. He was about to give her his jacket when she brushed passed him further onto the asphalt.
"She really is beautiful," she smiled warmly as they stopped in front of the Impala. A small giggle left her as she added "Great paint job. You know, black goes with everything."
"Yep. She's my baby," Dean beamed, ecstatic he could show off his car to a beautiful woman. When she looked up at him with a devilish smirk his heart skipped a bit.
"Think you'd mind firin' 'er up," Laney asked. "Would love to see what she's got under the hood."
It was Dean's turn to smirk as he moved to the driver's seat, pulling the hood latch before sliding the key in and letting the Impala roar to life. Peeking at her through the windshield, he caught a look of utter excitement on Laney's face. He was out of the car and back by her side in no time, pulling the hood open.
"Be still my beating heart," the brunette laughed as she leaned over to see the engine in the dim lighting. The air from the moving parts fanned some of her hair from her face and back over her shoulder. For Dean, it was an invitation and he sure as hell wasn't gonna miss out on the opportunity. Reaching out, he maneuvered his hand beneath her hair to cup the back of her neck, gently starting to move their faces together for what he hoped would be the first of quite a few kisses. But his hopes were dashed when a fearful look came over Laney's face and she pressed her hand against his chest to pull away.
"Whoa whoa whoa," she said softly, her face becoming more gentle at Dean's confused expression. She continued a tad more forcefully however. "Look Dean, you're cute. Hell, I'll even admit, you're pretty damned hot. But please, just don't."
Despite her words, he found himself enthralled with the way she nibbled her lower lip as if worried. He cleared his throat, with a bit of a disappointed nod. "Whatever the lady wants. Though, I gotta tell ya, you make it really hard not to."
"Well, then I guess it's about time I head home then," Laney retorted, a bit of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. It spread to Dean's face and he motioned her to stay put while he went closed the hood and shut off the Impala.
"At least let me walk you to your car," he asked when he returned to her side, sticking out his elbow in a gentlemanly fashion.
Laney obliged him with a smile, sliding her under his arm though she had to lead the way. Dean almost wanted to laugh when he realized her car was a rather ramshackle looking blue 90s Toyota. She looked up at him chagrined when she obviously felt the hitch in his breathing.
"I know, pretty shitty," she snorted as she turned to face him.
"No, no it's…" Dean searched for something nice to say, but it escaped him. She had told him in the bar she didn't have as sweet a ride as he did, but he hadn't really thought it would be this bad. "Yeah, it's pretty shitty."
She laughed sweetly, face brightening so much it warmed Dean even further. "It was nice meeting you, Dean. Don't think I've ever had such a good time when I came to drink alone."
She fished in her pockets for her keys, casting Dean an expectant look before starting to turn away. For his part, Dean wasn't too disappointed. She had been a hell of a conversation partner and extremely easy on the eyes. Plus, the night was still young. If he was feeling restless later he could always try again at the bar. But a wicked idea flashed through his mind, and the brunette was so attractive he just couldn't stop himself. What harm could one little kiss do?
"Hey, Laney," he called with a small amount of urgency. When she turned to look at him with a questioning face, he leaned in and covered her lips with his own. They were just as soft as he had imagined and he damn near ached to part them and slide his tongue in. But he left it chaste, pulling away after a heartbeat. He was sure the wide eyed expression on her face was shock at how amazing such a simple kiss could be, it had sent a bolt of sensation all the way down to his toes.
With a cockiness he felt was sometimes warranted, Dean turned and started to walk away. If that one teeny tiny action had done to her what it had done to him, he was positive she would be calling after him to do more any second now. When a few seconds passed and she hadn't run to him in desperation he figured maybe it had been even better for her and she was still in shock. But he wouldn't turn to look back, because chicks loved to chase after a guy who seemed indifferent.
He was maybe ten feet or so away from where he left Laney when suddenly it felt like he couldn't take another step. Finding it odd to say the least, Dean attempted to push forward again. One foot slid forward another inch, his whole body feeling like it was trying to wade through some thick liquid. Another inch forward and a sharp pain struck his chest like his heart was going to rip in two. In a panic, he turned back to the only person he knew was in the parking lot.
Laney stood still by her car, clutching her chest with both hands, obviously in similar pain. But when Dean moved back toward her the pain lessened until it was gone. Not knowing if it was maybe some sort of demon trap affecting both of them, he moved to Laney's side protectively. She had stopped holding her chest in pain and looked up at him. The pure rage etching her face had him moving a step back.
"You stupid bastard," she bellowed at him, pushing him backwards another half step. "I told you not to kiss me! Now we could be stuck like this forever!"