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Category: XO with Supernatural.
Pairings: Dean/Maria
Summary: One night stands are usually supposed to be just that. Current for Supernatural, after Graduation for Roswell.
A Bar in Ohio
"Alls I'm saying is, Sammy, you play that emo death cab shit in my car again…"
"Woah woah…it was NOT Death cab, and how the hell do you know who that is anyway?"
The shorter of the two brothers rolls his eyes and puts down the shot of jack placed in front of him.
"Just keep it outta my car, bitch."
"Jerk"
Dean Winchester had found many things different when he literally rose from the dead. He was chosen by God, his brother had been whoring around with a she-demon. And the apocalypse was readily approaching. Many of these things he had no control over. The music that played in his classic car, however, he had control of. And he'd be damned, again, if he'd let his brother plug that blasphemous 21st century robot piece of shit i-pod into his car again. Scanning the bar for the third time since he and Sam had gotten there he spotted a cute blonde chatting with a friend five tables over.
"Found what I'm doing tonight." He smirks.
"God, Dean, do you ever give it a rest?" Sam sighs turning to check out the table.
"Well Sammy we can't all be booking underworld creatures. Some of us have to find human girls to have a good time with." Standing to make his way over to the table he spots a blonde waitress dropping off the girls' next round. His eyes widening in recognition he hurriedly slumps back in the booth.
"What, big linebacker boyfriends show up?" Sam laughs at the look of fear on his brother's face.
"No, Sammy, we've gotta get out of here."
"What, now? Why?"
"Jesus, don't you ever just do what you're told? Alright, see that waitress over there? Blond hair, cute nose, Doe eyes?"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Eh…couple years ago I picked her up in a bar, we hooked up and then I didn't call her again."
"And this is different from any other girl…how?" Sam stares at his brother, bewildered.
"It…just is. Look I really don't want to do the whole awkward 'Sorry I never called' thing, so can we please just get outta here?"
"Yeah, alright let's go."
Easier said than done; Dean's should-be motto. Rising out of the booth as stealthily as possible he glances to the right and starts toward the left, colliding with said blonde waitress.
"Oh, shit!" Glasses and bottles clattering to the ground, the girl sighs before bending down to clean the mess.
Both Winchester men bend over to help the seeming damsel, when she suddenly speaks.
"It's alright, I've got it!" Her eyes rise to meet that of the boys.
"Uh…sorry about that…Maria" Dean says cautiously.
She looks at him confused for a moment before continuing. "Really, it's fine. My fault, probably."
Getting off the floor, Dean sheepishly scratches the back of his head. "So…uh look, I'm sorry I never called."
Maria cocks her head "Called what?"
"Pfffff" Sam quickly turns his head to stifle the laughter threatening to escape.
"I—Uh…Arizona? Couple years ago?" No flash of recognition crosses her face. "Never mind, wrong girl…" Embarrassed Dean grabs his giggling brother and starts for the door.
Maria stands there confused when suddenly a moment of recognition.
Flashback
Maria Deluca knew what it was to waitress. She had worked in her bestfriend parents diner since the age of 13, she knew the pain of swollen feet, achy back, and arms that feel like they would just fall off at any given moment. Working in a bar was not so much different than working in a diner, less food, more drink. And the occasional grabby drunk man. But lately she was just grateful to find a job. After two years on the road, and a heartbreaking, she had finally found balance once more and settled down. Well, as settled as she could be for 6 months.
This was their pattern; move to a small town, get jobs wherever available, stay and live for a while and then move on. The time accumulated in each place grew with each move, two months, four, six, and then finally maybe work their way up to a year. If they were able to stay somewhere an entire year with nothing happening, they would be free to go their separate ways. So far, so good.
"Move it or lose it honey." Liz Parker skirted past handing her a tray with several beers.
Liz, her best friend for years, Michael and Isabel had also found jobs at Joe's bar. Joe, the 50 something year old owner had a soft spot for girls pretty much of any kind, had been quick to hire all three girls. They had managed to weasel Michael in on account of his bartending skills.
Kyle and Max had jobs at a beer distribution center, the factory that employed over half of the town's population.
Dropping off the drinks to the table she carried her tray back to the bar where Isabel and her ex-boyfriend were chatting.
"Excuse me, miss?" a hand reached out and gently took hold of her arm. Attached to the hand was a muscular arm encased in leather. The arm was attached to a built body and further up sandy brown hair, light green eyes, and day old stubble.
"Something wrong with your drink, sir?" Turning on the good waitress charm, Maria smiled.
"Nah, nothing wrong with my drink…but…there is something wrong with the company."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Well…I have none. So I was wondering when you get off, if you'd like to sit and have a drink with me."
"I…uh…I don't really…"
"Come on. One drink, its harmless."
"Says the cat to the mouse." She smirks.
"What? You got me all wrong, sweetheart. I'm just looking for a drink and some good conversation."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Maria smiles before walking away.
Dean sits at his booth stunned. Did a girl really just turn him down? 'Must be losing my touch' he thought to himself. Taking another shot he smiles to himself thinking about the adorable blonde who, really, looked barely legal. Throwing a rather large tip on the table he starts to get up.
"I'm off work now." Maria says plopping down on the other side of the booth. "How about that drink."
"Okay, you go."
"This doesn't really work with two people."
"Come on just go!"
"Alright…
.I've never…been to Canada." Maria huffed before taking a drink.
"I've never driven a stick"
A drink for Dean. "What kind of person hasn't driven a stick before! Fine, I've got one. I've never worn a bra."
"Ugh! Cheap shot, buddy." Maria replied before taking a drink.
"You know, that brown haired guy by the bar has been starring at us for the past twenty minutes."
Maria gulped before peaking over her shoulder. "Oh…that's just…uh…"
"Ex-boyfriend?"
"Actually yes. We…we were together for like…a year and half before it fell apart. Anyways. Nothing there anymore. No bad feelings, but he's…just like that."
"Ahh. Should I be worried?"
"Not at all" Maria smiles widely. "Now stop stalling. I've got one. I've never had pie from that diner across the street. I hear they have blackberry."
"Oh, sweetheart. If I can do anything, it does educate you on the wonder that is Diner Pie."
Giggling Maria grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the booth.
"Wait…I never got your name. Mines is Maria, Maria Deluca."
"Dean Winchester." Tonight would be a good night.
End Flashback.
"Dean…Joe's Bar in Arizona. Dean Winchester?" Maria smiled as the memory came rushing back.
Dean turned slowly. "So you do remember."
"How could I forget?" She laughs and throws her arms around him. He pulls her in tight and takes a deep breath in, a move that does not go unnoticed by Sam.
"Who's your friend?" Maria asks as soon as Dean releases her.
"Oh, sorry. Sam, Maria. Maria, this is my baby brother Sam."
"Ah the brother…you were at college, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Sam looked over at Dean weirdly.
"Where'd you go to school?"
"Stanford."
"Oh…Smart and cute. You sure you're related?" Maria teased, laughing slightly when she saw both boys turn red, for two different reasons.
'Well…that's what they tell us. Though I've asked for DNA proof before." Sam joked back.
"So…" Dean spoke quickly changing the subject. "I'm assuming the rest of the Scooby gang is lurking around somewhere?"
"Actually…" Maria chuckled at the reference. "No. It's just me. We split up about 8 months after I met you."
"So when are you off, I'd love to—"
"Deluca!" An older woman with fried hair, one that could only be described as a bar hag, shouted from the bar. "I'm not paying you to stand around and socialize. And those glasses you broke are coming out of your paycheck!"
The small blonde clenched her teeth for a moment before smiling sweetly. "I'll be right back."
Both Winchester men watched her walk away from them and over to the bar hag where they began to argue.
"So Dean, she's uh, not your normal type."
"Yeah…Dude…gets lost." Dean says shoving his brother toward the exit.
"What? You gotta be kidding me!"
"Nope. Look, here's a twenty." Dean hands over a crumpled bill. "Go see a movie, get dinner, kick a puppy, I don't care, whatever you do just get the hell outta here. You're salting my game."
"I'm salting your—" Sam stopped at the serious look on Dean's face. Taking the twenty and shoving it in his back pocket. "Alright, alright I'm outta here—"
A loud gasp interrupted the boys' conversation. Glancing over to where everyone's eyes had turned, there stood Maria Deluca, holding an empty beer glass over the bar hags head. The bar hag, a mixture of shock and anger stapled on her face, was covered in the frothy liquid.
"I quit." Maria bit out before shoving her tray and apron onto the bar.
"That's my girl." Dean smiles cockily before turning back to Sam. "But seriously. Out. Now."
"I'm going!" Sam laughed as Dean pushed him toward the door.
"I'm off now" Maria bounced over, giggling at the sense of deja-vu. "Where'd your brother go?"
"He's…got plans. Just you and me tonight, sweetheart."
"Well…lets get going then…pumpkin." She looped her arm through his and headed to the door.
Dean winced. "Do you really gotta call me that in public? Oh damnit."
"What?" Maria pulled her jacket on as they stepped outside.
"My lovely younger brother took my car."
"S'okay. We'll take my ride."
"Where—" Dean stopped as he saw Maria getting onto a Harley and hold a helmet out to him.
"Oh no. Hell no. I'm not riding bitch on your Harley."
Maria looked at him incredulously. "You got a better idea?"
"Yeah, actually." Maria gasped as Dean wrapped his right arm around her waist, easily lifting her off the bike. Taking her place he smiled and winked. "I'm driving."
Maria, with a hand on her hip, rolled her eyes before grabbing a helmet and getting on behind Dean. Pulling herself flush behind him she smiled as she felt him tense when her hands came in contact with his stomach. This would be an interesting night, indeed.
"So."
Dean lay contently against the cool grass. The creak of the swings and the wind through the trees was the only noise besides their voices. Maria lay perpendicular to Dean, her head rested on his stomach.
"So."
"So, I don't have to worry about ex-boyfriend glaring holes into my skull again?"
"No. I haven't seen him since I caught him in bed with my best friend."
"Ouch."
"I mean, we weren't together…but she was my best friend…and Max…anyways. After that I split. Isabel left for Boston, but didn't stay for long. Her and Kyle left the country, Marseille I'm pretty sure. Max's up in Seattle, I call him once a month; make sure he's doing okay. And haven't seen Michael or Liz since."
"Well. That sounds…"
"Yeah. Anyways. I never got to thank you for that night."
"Thank me? I left in the middle of the night without a word. Most girls would just take it out on my face, or god forbid, my balls."
"Yeah well…To be honest, I expected it. I was okay with it, I mean. I would've liked if you had stuck around, but I mean…I don't know. That night, it was the first night I realized I could have a life after…the broke up. I owe that to you. So…what made you take off that night?"
Dean paused for a moment, remembering back.
Flashback
A loud knock on the door shakes a sleeping Winchester out of a deep sleep. His eyes adjusting to the dark he looks around the room. Glancing down he smiles at the small blonde girl laying in his arms, her head on his chest, hair spread everywhere and her small hand on his stomach. The blankets have slipped almost completely off leaving her flawless back naked to the room. He sighs contentedly and mindlessly plays with her hair.
Another loud knock and Dean tenses realizing the knock he heard earlier wasn't just in his head.
Rising slowly, careful not to disturb the sleeping angel in his arms, he pulls on a pair of boxer shorts and jeans and drags to the motel room door. A stern John Winchester stands on the other side.
"Alright, son, you've had your fun. Time to go."
"I—Now? Its 4am!"
"Now. We've got to stop at Bobby's before we head on our next hunt."
"Sir…I never ask you for anything. Can't I…Can't I just have a couple hours?"
"Kid…I didn't raise you to be soft. There'll be other girls in other cities but right now we got a job to do. Get your stuff. Meet me at the car in 5." A small moment of regret flashed in the older Winchester's eyes before he quickly turned himself and walked in the other direction..
Dean shut the door as quietly as possible. Resting his head against the door, he swallowed his frustration before moving about the room, shoving all his belongings into the small bag he carried for clothes. When he was packed and dressed he turned back to look at the small girl who now was hugging the pillow in lieu of him.
Sweeping her hair out of her face he placed a kiss on top of her head.
"Bye Maria."
And without another word he turned and exited the room. After all, he had a job to do.
End Flashback
"I didn't want to. Really. I mean…I would have liked to stay if only for another couple hours but…"
"Your job?" Maria looked up at him.
"I was working with my dad back then. Job came first, everything else a distant second."
"I get it. So. How long you boys in town for? Assuming you're still on the job?"
"Yeah, still on. Uh…tomorrow, I think?"
Hoisting herself off the ground, Maria offered a hand to a still grounded Dean.
"Well then. If we've only got a night, we got a lot of living to do."
The sun shone through the flimsy curtains of a Quality Motel. Two queen sized beds, one still covered in the tacky 70's style bed spread.
The other, however, was a mess of white sheets and tanned limbs. Dean lay asleep, encasing the small blonde, holding her back close to his front.
The beeping of a cell phone on the nightstand made the two groan from the interruption.
"Mmngghhh. Don't answers it." Dean spoke into Maria's hair.
"Dean…that's not mine, that's yours."
"Ahh fuck."
Reaching his arm across both their bodies he grabbed his cell glaring at the caller ID.
"Damn it, Sammy."
Maria only laughed.
"'Lo?" He spoke gruffly into the phone.
"Dean…where are you?"
"Busy, Samuel. What do you want?"
The mop-topped Winchester boy looked up from his seat on the motel room bed, the sunlight being blocked by two figures, one a brown-haired trench coat encased form, the other a taller African American male.
"Got some visitors this morning. We gotta get a move on, we've got the next seal"
Dean sighed. "Pick me up at the Quality Motel in 10." His cell phone snapped shut and he got up to get his clothes together.
"Another job?" Maria rubbed her eyes and clutched the sheet to her body.
"Yeah." He sighed. "Sorry…I gotta…"
"I know." She silenced him with a kiss.
Dean started around the room, pulling his clothes on, separating his from hers. She sat still on the bed watching him move around.
When he was finally dressed he paused, noticing a delicate necklace still on the nightstand. A silver chain holding a cross charm. Stopping he picked it up and stared at it. Looking back at Maria, he wedged the ring off his first finger and slid it onto the chain.
"C'mere."
She stared at him for a minute strangely before scooting toward him. He swept her hair back and then reached around her to clasp the necklace on her still un-clothed form.
She immediately grabbed for the ring now around her neck, fingering the warm metal.
"Can I see your phone?"
He handed it over. "Sure."
She began typing immediately. "The first one is my cell. The second one is my voicemail, if my number changes, that's where you'll find the new one." She pressed the save button before handing the phone over with a smile. "Be safe out there, huh?"
Dean took the phone from her and pulled her to him. Cupping her face with his hands he pressed his lips to hers, hard. After a couple minutes he heard the familiar sound of his horn outside.
"Dean" Maria called as he grabbed for the handle of the door.
He turned.
"In two weeks I'll be in Atlantic City."
He smiled and stalked back to kiss her again. "I'll call you"
"You better call me sooner than that, buddy." She gripped the lapels of his coat. She pulled him in again for another kiss before releasing him and he stumbled to the door.
He winked at her again from the doorway. "You bet, sweetheart."
