A/N: Many apologies for the delay! Here's Dean's POV on meeting Kait...
Many thanks to friend, fellow writer and co-conspirator, stephaniew. Steph's got interesting things brewing with OCs for both Dean and Sam. Use the handy link in my profile to check out all her wonderful stories. Go ahead, you know you want to. This can wait. Really.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural...or the song this chapter is named for.
Shoulda Called Him 'Whiskey'
It's more early than it is late given the schedule I keep. Dad's off doing whatever the hell it is he does. It's good because it means I can relax a bit. My old man's all business and a guy's gotta live a little and have some fun.
I take a hot shower and clean all the mud and ecto off. That stuff smells rank and sticks like tar. I double check my hair in the mirror to make sure I got all the goo before applying gel. After a quick shave, I splash on a little extra cologne to cover the stench that still clings to my skin in spite of the scrubbing. Gotta impress the ladies.
I dress quickly, slipping into my favorite pair of Levi's and a clean shirt. There's a chill in the air, so I hurry into my jacket as I make my way out to the car.
The Impala. My baby. She may be old, but she still purrs like a kitten. Nothin' like the feelin' of those wheels cruisin' down the open road. I love that car. It's part of me. I don't need a fancy CD player or bucket seats. A girl can't snuggle close and kiss your neck unless you got a bench. Why would I give that up?
The glow of familiar neon greets me as I pull into the parking lot. I've been comin' here a lot. There's something different about this place. It isn't like a lot of the other dive bars I've been to. Which says a lot, because I been in more watering holes than the pope has confessionals.
Walking through the door, I take in the scenery. The little blonde waitress I've been flirting with most of the week gives me a wink and I flash her a smile. I'll be damned if I could remember her name to save my life. Doesn't really matter anyway. She's not my type.
I let out a low whistle when I see a redhead at the counter. She has a lean build with curves in all the right places. I smile at the bartender and take a seat on the stool next to hers.
"Haven't seen you around before," I say, grabbing the glass Mitch slides in front of me with a nod. "New in town?"
She laughs, setting her glass on the bar top. Her voice is slow when she answers, "Passin' through."
I nod and I lick my lips. I know what she's thinking as she watches me. Sure, I use lines to pick up chicks. Any man who says he doesn't is lyin'. But it's the little things that make them lose it. Make them want to go home with you.
"Me, too," I say, sipping my drink. I pay more attention to the tumbler in my hand than I do her. Keep it casual so I don't look too interested.
"Oh, yeah?" she asks. She rests an elbow on the bar and slips her fingers into her hair. She's flirting. It's kinda cute. But I'd never say that out loud because chicks don't like to be seen as cute. And when you're looking to score, you give 'em what they want.
"Yep," I answer, rubbing my jaw. "Business or pleasure?"
She shrugs, the material of her shirt pulling tight across her breasts. It makes my fingers itch to touch her. Makes me want to bury my face in her cleavage until I forget how to breath. That'd be the way to go out. Face nestled in a nice pair of tits. She stops the thought with her answer. "Maybe both?"
I stick out my hand, pulling my eyes back up to hers. "I'm Dean, by the way."
"Kait," she answers taking it. Her eyes dance and her mouth turns up in a saucy grin. I know I've been caught looking.
"Well, Kait," I say, leaning in. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"It's 2005, Dean," she laughs. She leans close, her mouth sliding over mine. I feel the pressure of her tongue against my lips, but before I can taste her she pulls away. "I think you should let me buy you one."
I smile, swiping the pad of my thumb to relive the touch. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," she says. "How long you in town for?"
"Couple more days," I tell her, sloshing the liquor around in my glass. "You?"
"Not sure yet," she tells me, smiling as she runs her fingers over the buttons on my shirt. Her touch is electric. I wanna know what it'd be like on my bare skin. "Why? You offering to show me around?"
I shake my head and sip my drink. She's got my mind wandering. And I don't mean the one in my head. "Afraid this is the only place I've been other than workin' with my dad."
Her brow shoots up and she bites her lip. I watch her. I can't not watch her. She thinks she's being innocent, but I'm not fooled. "Guess the only thing you could give me a tour of would be your motel room then."
Okay. I take it back. I wasn't expecting that. I nearly spew a mouthful of bourbon over Mitch. My glass drops heavily to the bar top and I stare at her. That was certainly direct. Helluvalot more direct than I'm used to.
"What's the matter, Dean?" she teases softly, "Cat got your tongue?"
I reach for her. My hand edges under her blouse and is met with the softest skin I've ever touched. I drag her close as I stroke the flesh of her side. My lips brush against the shell of her ear. "No," I breathe, "but I have a feeling a Kait is about to."
She draws back just enough to look at me. Her eyes are dark and slightly confused, but she doesn't object or shy away when my mouth finds hers. My tongue laps at her mouth. I tease her with a gentle thrust of it and a nip of her lip. I give her a promise of all the things I can do to her if she'll let me.
And boy, do I want to do them. Do anything I can get away with. She's warm and soft, feminine but not prissy. The way she kisses me is needy and hungry. I like that. I can work with it.
She pulls back and I know she's looking at the way her lipstick colors my mouth. She takes my hand as she hops off her stool. Her curves rub against me and I feel my body twitch in response.
Her voice ishusky and filled with what I hope is lust, she murmurs, "Let's get outta here."
A/N: Things are about to get hot and heavy...but will Dean and Kait get more than they bargained for?