A/N: So I always liked Jo as a character, but I felt like the thing between her and Dean could never really advance. And then she went and died, goddamnit. I thought it'd be fun to throw in a new character that bests Dean in every way but that he secretly (or not so secretly) adores. A bit like Jo, but then a bit less like a sister.
This is set pre-season four I think, for now (I mean, I ship Destiel as much as the next person and as much as I love this character, ain't no-one gowna get between Destiel).
And this woman is English because there aren't enough English people in the show that aren't either the bad guys, a temporary character or just generally fucked up. (Power to the Poms.)
I have written lots of unconnected tid-bits that are just plainly for fun so if you want more, review away! XD
Hope you like it!
(Oh yeah - I don't know the first thing about cards, let alone counting them. So just let's all pretend like the (attempt at) jargon makes sense...)
Dean blinked as he stared in astonishment at the perfect hand laid out in front of him. Astonishment, because these were not his cards. This impossible hand belonged to the beautiful dark-haired woman who sat across from him; a woman currently wearing a smirk a mile wide.
"Perk up, sweetheart," she reached across and gave Dean a patronising pat on the cheek. "That look on your face makes you look incredibly stupid."
There was a chuckle from the other side of the room - Sam had long since given up on the research he was supposed to be doing in favour of watching his brother getting knocked down a few pegs.
"Ah, Dean," Sam laughed. "What was it you said to me that time? Oh yeah! 'Marry that girl!' Seems appropriate just now."
Dean was looking increasingly annoyed. "Shut up, Sammy. That was our beer money she just stole off me!" he growled. "How'd you do that?" he demanded of the woman, who was still smirking.
"You're not the only one who can count cards, honey."
"But that's just it!" Dean protested. "There is absolutely NO way you could have those car-ohhhh!" he smacked his forehead lightly, staring back at the cards again. "Oh, you clever, clever girl..."
The woman turned to roll her eyes at Sam. "Now he gets it - after I've taken his money."
"Well for those of us who can't count cards would one of you care to explain?" Sam came over to the card table, looking between the two players.
"Oh it wasn't that big a deal, really," the woman decided she should explain, given the dumbfounded look still on Dean's face. "I just made it so that slick over there" - she nodded at Dean - "thought that I had quite a terrible hand. I actually had the only other possible hand, which also just happened to be the best possible hand one could obtain. Apparently, though, your big brother wasn't smart enough to see the second possibility until it was too late."
At this point, Dean looked back up from the cards to grin at Sam. He stood up and put his hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Sammy, you speak wise words," he frowned, "or was it my wise words...?" Shaking his head, Dean continued around to where the woman was sitting on the other side of the table. Kneeling, he took the woman's hands and said with mock-solemnity, "Sarah Nelson, will you marry me?"
The woman - Sarah - burst out laughing and Sam shook his head at his brother's usual antics.
"Oh, Dean. If you proposed to a girl every time she out-smarted you, you would be neck-deep in bigamy right now," Sarah chuckled some more before leaning down to give Dean a kiss on the cheek. "You're sweet, if not very smart. How 'bout I buy you fellas a drink? Since I seem to have claimed your 'beer money'."
Dean stood abruptly. "I should propose to girls more often..." He turned and gave Sam a light slap on the chest. "C'mon, Sammy. It's not everyday a lady offers to buy you a drink!"
"Oh please," Sarah scoffed as she proceeded the boys out of the motel room. "I'm no lady. What kind of 'ladies' do you know who count cards?"
The brothers exchanged a look before following the beautiful dark-haired woman out.
"I totally would've married her if she'd said yes."
"Sure, Dean."
