The bar the girls choose is packed and it's not exactly the kind of scene Sam and Dean are used to these days. With the amount of young people who are sloppily meandering around it is instantly clear that this place is a college bar. Luckily, there are a couple pool tables and a live cover band, so Dean knows he can make it work and with Sam being the go with the flow type tonight he's fine with it all. The two girls, on the other hand, appear to be right at home. After several beers with a few shots here and there, the girls make their way onto dance floor while the guys emphatically decline to instead settle into a high-top table off to the side.
A group of girls in far too little clothing for a cool fall night start hollering at the bar, getting Dean and Sam's attention. They watch as they all down bright pink colored shots and Dean huffs in annoyance.
"I hear one more drunk girl yell 'whoo!' I swear I'm gonna puke," he grumbles out.
Sam laughs quietly at this. "I'm sorry. I thought drunk chicks were your favorite kind of chicks."
"There's different kinds of drunk, Sammy," Dean starts to explain. He points to the gaggle of girls. "That's desperate drunk. Anything for attention and it doesn't matter what kind. Now, normally, yeah… I probably wouldn't mind them at all. Hell, I might be standing in the middle of them at this very point if it weren't for…." He pauses and points to the two girls they came to the bar with. As the band tears into 'Alright Now,' Lizzy grabs Lou by the waist and starts dancing with her. "Those kinda drunk chicks."
Sam watches them move together for a second, giving a face to say he approves of them, before looking back to Dean, propping his head up in faux interest with an elbow to the table and fist under his chin, then asking, "And what kind of drunk chicks are they, Professor?"
"Professor?"
"Do tell," Sam asks with excitement that's all acting.
Dean smirks. "They're awesome drunk. They hold their own. They don't 'whoo'. They can outdrink most men at this bar and they'll do it without falling over or acting slutty. They…." He points them out again. "Are awesome."
Nodding, Sam agrees but doesn't say it. He's conflicted. Lou's been trying awfully hard with him. Hell, she even cornered him last night in the second floor hallway of Bobby's place and propositioned him on night one. Of course he declined since he isn't that kind of person but… he was tempted. He really was. She's really cute. She's just his kind of girl. But she scares the daylights out of him. She's so aggressive and so harsh… he's intimidated by all five feet of her.
And right then she chooses to look over to the table. Sam and Lou lock eyes for a second and she grin wide at him, winking. Sam gets awkward of course and looks away, shifting in his seat.
"Seriously, what happened here?" Dean wonders out loud to his little brother as his eyes remain trained on the girls.
"What do you mean?" Sam asks, clearing his throat and composing himself.
"C'mon Sam, look at that." Dean aims the neck of his beer bottle at the women they were with and Sam joins his gaze.
Lizzy has very short denim shorts on, a white cable knit sweater with scoop neck that hugs her tight, a red color scarf and her black moto boots on. Her long hair is swaying side to side as she moves, her dark bangs covering her right eye. Lou's tight black denim pants are tucked into her knee high black boots with heels that, even though she's the shorter of the two, make her a few inches taller than Lizzy. She has on a low V-neck solid white t-shirt that is pleasantly revealing and her long blond hair is in two ponytails, loose and low with one on each side. As they are watching, Lou grabs Lizzy's ass and Lizzy uses her scarf to wrap around Lou and pull her in. They laugh and continue dancing and singing loudly, not a single care in the world.
"How did this happen?" Dean continues. "If you haven't noticed, we don't get lucky. Like, ever. These girls, the time off, going out drinking and having fun together…this isn't us, man."
"I know, you're right," Sam nods with total agreement. Usually he's in his room by now, looking for a hunt or keeping tabs on what could be Yellow Eyes' activity. He sees Dean huff with shock and shake his head a bit, unsure if this day is actually real or not. This is all Dean wants out of life. "I guess everyone catches a break now and then."
"Not us!" Dean denies takes a big gulp of beer.
"Usually, no," Sam concurs again but he wants Dean to have fun and feel like he's allowed to for once. "But maybe we shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth on this one, man. Maybe we just go with it."
Dean is surprised to hear Sam say such a thing but he knows he's right. The more he thinks about it, the more he's sure it'll come crashing down any minute. From the second he realized he might have a chance to hang out with these two girls he's been waiting for something to happen that will tear them away from the little fun he's managed to find in a long while. But so far so good so why worry, right?
And from the way Lizzy cleaned up for their night out, looking hotter than ever, combined with the looks she's been throwing him once she had a couple beers in her… hot damn. He's happy they stayed.
The band finishes their current song and goes into "We've Got Tonight". Both girls head toward the table.
"I'm doing a drink run. Want anything?" Lou asks the group.
"Another beer," Lizzy cheerily decides. Dean signals with his hand for the same.
"I'll come with you." Sam stands and Lou's face lights up. She waits for him and they head for the bar together. Once there, waiting for service, Lou gives Sam the once over before landing on his eyes a good solid foot and a half over her own head.
"Having fun?" she asks, her predatory smile in place.
"Ah, yeah," Sam nods, slightly regretting coming with her. "I really am." She's now got him to herself and he feels like a helpless mouse with a caged snake.
"Good," she grins some more. "You seem like you needed a night off."
"We did," he agrees with her.
"You seemed… tense."
"I did?" he asks with all the innocence in the world.
"Yes. And you seem like you're always tense," she laughs, reading him right away. When he laughs a little back and shows her those dimples her heart skips a beat. God damn, he's just so stinking adorable. "You know, I'm really good at getting people to relax."
Sam's mouth opens to answer but he can't. He's taken off his game by how bold she is.
"You just let me know," Lou starts, sliding a hand over one of his denim covered cheeks. "If you want me to help out, ok?" she smirks as she grabs his ass.
"Whoa! Ha," Sam stutters out, backing away the little he can at the crowded bar. He looks around him awkwardly. "Ok." He pulls her hand off his ass.
"We gotta loosen you up!" Lou laughs at him and turns to the bartender looking at her expectantly. "I need four beers and two shots of tequila."
"Oh, um…." Sam tries to protest but it's too late. The bartender is gone already.
"Sam?"
He looks down at Lou.
"Fucking relax!"
The moment Lou and Sam are off Lizzy grabs Dean's hand and grins at him, her deep chestnut eyes having a spark in them.
"Let's go," she commands, attempting to pull him to his feet.
"Mm," Dean starts, killing the last of his beer. "Where to?"
"I love this song," she says and nods to the dance floor.
And Dean's expression drops completely. "No."
"No?" she asks with shock. "What do you mean no?"
"I mean no friggin' way," he half laughs and stays in his seat. "I don't dance."
She smiles wide at him with a total lack of taking him seriously. "Aw, it's adorable that you think you have a choice here, Hot Shot."
"Don't I?" he wonders, starting to feel like he might not.
"You totally don't," she laughs at him. "C'mon, it'll be fun. Just like the prom."
The words makes him cringe. "Not helping your cause."
"Hey, you wanna get on my good side or not?" she asks him and makes it clear that if he wants anything from her he'd better get moving.
He's lost already, he knows it, so Dean stands and lets Lizzy lead him to the middle of the dance floor, his feet dragging behind him like a stubborn child. Once they find a spot she stops and wraps her arms around his neck. Lizzy moves in closer to him without hesitation, feeling all too comfortable with him.
Yet Dean feels awkward at best. "What the hell am I doing?" he wonders, looking around to see if anyone noticed him doing such a terribly uncool thing.
"Being a good guy," Lizzy tells him with certainty as she grabs his hands and places them on her hip before circling his neck again.
"So what, I'm a good guy because I slow dance?"
"Absolutely," she smiles up at him.
"Then I'm going Dark Side," Dean gripes, horribly embarrassed. "Being a good guy sucks."
"What if I like good guys?" she wonders up to him and he looks at her with pleasant surprise. "Trust me, Dean. You're earning brownie points and with me… you want those."
"Oh, do I?" he asks, voice changing from concerned to slick in a flash.
With her hands sliding down to rest on either side of his neck she stares at him. "You absolutely do."
"I'll take that as the promise I like to think it was."
She just keeps smiling at him for a moment as they sway just slightly to the music.
"See? This isn't as terrible as you thought it would be, is it?" Lizzy questions after a moment.
He can smell her shampoo, strawberries and vanilla. It's bright and beautiful, much like her he thinks. And being this close to someone, well maybe specifically her, does feel pretty damn good right now… even if they were dancing. "It's… kinda nice, I guess." It was only a half-lie.
"Don't worry," Lizzy laughs at him. "I won't tell Sam or Bobby."
"Thank you," he honestly thanks.
With an amused look Lizzy drops her head against Dean's chest and they pull a little closer. It's comforting for them both, this being a closeness the road rarely affords them. Something about it, about the way they seem to so easily speak to one another and how neither seems to stop smiling in the others presence… this feels damn good.
The song ends and another begins, much faster this time. The band picks it up by playing 'Bad Moon Rising' and Lizzy lifts her head to look up at Dean once more.
"C'mon. I won't torture you and make you stay on the floor for this one."
"Awesome." Dean's elated that he wouldn't have to continue.
They both head back to the table, Lizzy pulling him by the hand once more. They see Lou and Sam chatting with fresh beers waiting.
"Hey!" Lou yells as she see them coming. "A pool table just opened up."
"Yes!" Lizzy exclaims, dropping Dean's hand immediately and rushing to Lou. She snatches up her hand and nearly yanks her off her stool. "Winchesters, you are going down!"
As the girls head off for the pool table both brothers look at each other knowing that the two women aren't aware that they hustle pool to make the meager living they manage on the road.
"Should we let them win?" Sam ponders, asking in a light tone.
"Of course not," Dean immediately denies. "We'll just go easy on them. Make it a close game, you know? Don't wanna hurt their feelings."
It was decided that Sam was going to break first and he did. However, he did it in his I'm-going-to-let-his-guy-win-the-first-game-then-go-double-or-nothing-and-make-a-killing-off-of-him fashion, not his poolhall-junkie way. Usually while hustling in dive bars around the country this is how he ropes people into a second game for much higher stakes. Dean and he planned to make it a close game in order to not make the girls feel bad.
What they didn't expect was to get their asses handed to them.
Lou went next and once she takes her first shot the Winchesters realize that maybe this was one of the hunters-on-the-road skills Bobby passed on to them. Soon enough, it is down to Lizzy sinking the eight ball for the win. Dean's ego is about to take a massive hit as Lizzy leans over to line up her shot.
"Watch and learn, bitches," she announces with all the pride in the world and pulls the cue back.
Just as she finished her statement and is about to make her shot, a girl with bleach blond hair and a very short skirt squeezes herself between Sam and the table, trying to get his attention. She sits on the corner of the table flirtatiously and blocks the corner pocket that Lizzy intended on using. As the girl tries to strike up a conversation the fire in Lizzy's eyes starts to burn. Lizzy abandons her shot and stands up straight with an irritated face.
"Hey!" Dean yells across the table trying to get the new girl's attention. He can see Lizzy's agitated by the inconsiderate move.
The girl ignores him and keeps her eyes on Sam as Sam looks to his group for help.
Dean looks at Lizzy and can see the anger growing in her. Lou walks toward her and takes the pool cue out of her hand. It's obvious to Dean that Lou is taking preventative measures. Being Lizzy's best friend isn't always easy and right now Lou can see what's about to happen clear as day.
"Easy, Lizard," Lou quietly says to her but she's not heard.
"Yo, Barbie!" Lizzy shouts across the table. "We're playing a game here!" The girl turns her head to give her a rude look. Clearly she doesn't care. Lizzy tries again. "You mind getting your fat ass that's been stuffed into a skirt three times too small for you off the table so that I can take my shot?"
The girl laughs and turns back to Sam, not taking the threat seriously.
Lou sneaks a look over at Dean at that point. He takes it as a warning. It's about to get ugly.
"What the fuck!?" Lizzy shouts as she marches to other side before Dean can grab her arm. "Bitch, get off the fucking table!"
And with that Lizzy shoves the girl off her seat on the pool table. She falls hard on her side onto the concrete floor when Lizzy continues toward her. She gets onto her knees, straddling the shocked girl, and pulls back a fist. Sam steps in at the last second before the punch can be thrown. He gets behind Lizzy and grabs her around the middle.
"Get the fuck off me, Sam!"
"Relax! Lizzy, stop!" Sam tries to get through to her.
"I'm gonna kill her!" Lizzy yells at the scared girl on the ground as she kicks to get out of his hold. Luckily Sam is strong.
"Hey! Knock it off!" Dean stands in front of her and she stares daggers into him as she stops fighting Sam's hold.
She can see that she won't win if Sam's got her. Once she stops flailing he puts her down.
"The hell were thinking!?" Dean asks her, taken completely off guard by her display.
She takes a deep breath and looks off to the side of Dean, seeing the girl she's lost her temper over getting off the ground. The anger returns. "I was thinking…" she starts, figuring out her next move. She side steps him and goes after the girl again. "I wanted to beat her ass!"
"Ok," Dean laments and grabs her quickly, once more around the waist much like Sam just did except he pins her arms by her sides to stop her from swinging again. Lizzy kicks like before, trying to get free and get to the rude chick. He pulls her out the side door and into the alley before he lets her go.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Dean shouts at her when she turns around to face him.
"I was gonna win that game!" she yells back in an acrid tone.
"And!?" he asks, disbelieving that so much has come out of such a little moment.
"And if that slut wasn't so busy trying bang your brother, I could've taken my shot!"
"What the fuck, Lizzy!?" Dean shouts when she's appalling him. "You can't just fight people like that! She didn't deserve that!"
"Yes she did deserve it! I mean, who the fuck does that!? So fucking rude!"
"So what!? You can't just beat a helpless girl up!"
"Oh, I can't, dad!?" Lizzy spits back, his policing completely not his place in her eyes.
"Dad? Are you fucking kidding?" he shocks out. Who is this girl? She seemed so even and kind up until this very moment. "Lizzy, seriously… you always pick fights like that over stupid shit?"
"I do when people act like assholes!"
"You're going to get yourself seriously hurt!"
"Fuck that! I would have killed that whore and you know it!"
"Not the point!"
"I don't care!"
"Jesus, L, stop taking!" Dean yells when he's had enough. "Calm the fuck down a minute!"
The two, now out of breath from both the scramble in the bar and the whole shouting match, take a moment and try to compose themselves. Dean turns away from her and washes the palm of his hand down his face, unsure of what to do, as Lizzy just puts her hands on her hips as the embarrassment settles in now that her adrenaline is waning.
Lizzy already feels remorse and shame. She likes this guy and look at the impression she just made on him. She's the angry, pissy chick that can't control herself. How attractive. She wishes she could crawl under the nearby dumpster and just disappear.
"Sorry," she meekly says after a good moment. She watches Dean freeze with his back still to her when she speaks first. "I just get crazy angry sometimes and I don't… I let it out in the wrong ways, I know this. I bottle it all up and then… boom." She makes a gesture of an explosion with her hands before releasing a heavy sigh. "Louie's gonna kill me"
"You can't just start fights like that."
Lizzy swallows hard when she hears the edge in his low, serious tone. He's mad. When he turns around his eyes are dark and his expression is almost scary.
"Your job is to help people, not beat the crap outta them," he continues. "You can't do that. You can't take your anger out like that."
"I know." She suddenly feels like a child being scolded. With more fear. She's only seen the smiling side of Dean. This is frightening.
"Then why did you do that!?"
"I haven't exactly found a way to get rid of anger that's as effective as putting my fist through someone's face yet," she admits, the release she finds from a good fight usually perfect. "But I know what you're saying. And you're right."
Dean is glaring at her, his jaw clenched. She's so flippant about the whole thing. She doesn't see how bad her careless actions are. Why it's affecting him so much and so deeply he isn't sure but he can't seem to control it.
Finally, his blood boils over and he walks to her in long, quick strides. He pushes her backwards until she is against the cold wall of the bar. In one swift movement Dean has her pinned there, her arms by her sides as he presses his hands into the bricks on either side of her head. Dean presses his hips into hers, making sure she's going nowhere. With no more than an inch between them she's trapped there and has to listen.
Lizzy's breathing quickens as she stares wide-eyed up at Dean with surprise. The move was not expected. She remains still, waiting for whatever it is he is going to do next as curiosity, fear, and a little shiver of turn on hits her.
"Listen to me," Dean begins even and strong. "I am not joking around here. You can't act like that."
Dean sees the bewilderment in her face. He hopes he's getting through to her.
"I don't want you getting hurt. You understand me?"
Lizzy nods her head so slightly Dean thinks he wouldn't have seen it if he wasn't so close to her. As soon as she agrees, his lips crash against Lizzy's with raw force.
Lizzy responds at first by not moving, the sheer surprise of it all catching her off guard. With her hunter training she was ready to fight him back, but this? However, after a split second to realize what's happening she goes with instinct. Parting her lips, allowing Dean's tongue access, she kisses him back without thought.
And Dean's not even sure what it is he's doing right now. He never thought this was his goal but once he got that close to her, saw her big eyes looking at him and her bottom lip shaking a little with nerves… he couldn't stop himself. He needed this. He's been dying for this.
Lizzy presses her hips into him when the kiss gets more heated, the turned on state she finds herself falling into in record time is strong. Dean pushes right back when her hands come up to grasp onto the sides of his jaw, the fire building in him too. There's urgency there, as if they've been waiting for this moment for a long time even though they just met the day before.
They get lost in it. They get so lost that when the side door to the bar opens and the sound of the crowd and band fills the ally, Dean jumps a little and hastily pushes away from Lizzy. His hand flies to his mouth to wipe off the lip-gloss that wore off on him. And Lizzy steps away from the wall, smoothing her hair down while her heart pounds.
"Hey. You ok?" Sam calls to Lizzy with nothing but concern.
"Yeah. I just needed a minute to cool off," she responds, relaxing when they didn't get caught. Explaining the make out session that ended the shouting match would be hard to do. She's not even sure what the hell just happened.
And neither is Dean. He's never acted that way before. He's total thrown off now.
"Thanks a lot, you asshole!" Lou fires out as she marches through the side door looking upset. "I told you I wasn't going to have your back in fights anymore! What was that!?"
Lizzy glanced sheepishly at Dean before looking back to Lou. He was right. She pulls this kind of shit all the time. Dean's anger begins growing again with the knowledge.
"I'm so sorry, Louie," Lizzy instantly apologizes, the old Lizzy Dean's come to know over the past twenty-four hours returning. "Really flew off the handle there."
"I could fucking kill you!"
"I know! I really am sorry!"
Lou sighs hard, knowing that whatever she says it doesn't matter. This is what her friend has become over the years. "You're just lucky that it's been months since you last pulled that crap. That might have been a record for you, actually."
Lizzy relaxes. "Shit! I thought you were gonna punch me."
With a slight smile Lou puts her arm around Lizzy's shoulders and they begin walking out of the ally. "I want to but I'm still trying to get into Sam's pants," Lou whispers to her and Lizzy giggles a little. Lou then calls over her shoulder, "I think there was a dive bar around here somewhere, about a block away. Want to head there?"
"Sure," Dean answers sharply. He and Sam follow the two a dozen feet back, Dean needing the breather from Lizzy.
"What was all that?" Sam asks, talking quietly so Lizzy can't hear.
"She got angry," Dean just shrugs. "She's just really pissed off about a lot of things, I think. Came out all at once."
"Huh," Sam says, thinking aloud.
"What do you mean, huh?" Dean gives Sam a defensive look.
"It's just… you can relate. Can't you?"
Dean shoves his hands in his new green jacket pockets and keeps walking next to Sam. His brother is right. He does have a lot of anger and rightfully so with everything they've been through. Death, misery, paranoia, sadness, loss, frustration; all a part of their everyday lives. Sam always seems to handle it well enough, maybe because he's always been the emotional one of the two. He's able to process emotions better. Dean does exactly what Lizzy does. He too bottles up everything, usually drinking or fucking it away when needed. They weren't smart or healthy options, but they were better than what Lizzy was doing. He's been known to pick a fight or two so he understands to a point. But it isn't a habit. He knows better. She doesn't.
They walk silently as they follow the girls to the next bar.
