Part 2: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural, that's Eric Kripke's honour/ I do, however own Tracy and all unfamiliar material.
Having arrived at the bar, Tracy wasn't surprised to find it jam-packed. So why could she only focus on one person? She and Dean had spent the evening challenging each other in pool (she was ashamed to admit he beat her), Drinking cheap beer and calling each other by their fake ID names, namely; Tracy Gilmour and Dean Scott. Common enough names, although if anyone researched them they would find Gilmour to be the last name of one of the artists in Pink Floyd and Scott to be the last name of the lead singer in ACDC. I guess it was a mark of their similarities that they both used references from their favourite bands.
" So, Scott record any good albums lately?" Tracy wiggled her eyebrows at them.
They had moved on from beer to shots, and their stories were becoming pretty ridiculous. Dean laughed at her comment but made no other response.
" Ok, Ok" he said becoming mock serious, " If you had to sleep with a ghost, or a demon what would you pick?"
Tracy sat shocked for a minute, and then recovered. It was obvious he was just joking around about myths and stuff. She forced her face into a smile and replied.
" Definitely a demon." She smirked.
He looked at her for a minute trying to decipher he thoughts.
" Why a demon?" he finally asked, seeming much too curious.
"Could you imagine fucking Casper?" Tracy asked raising her eyebrows, " I mean Hello! AWKWARD."
They both burst into drunken fits of giggles, and the conversation easily morphed into cartoons and Betty Boop's hotness level. Tracy sighed with relief.
Sam was sitting at the motel alone, waiting up for Dean, when there was a sudden knocking sound. Sam quickly snatched a revolver from under his cushion and turned to aim at the door. He walked silently and cautiously toward it.
" Dean is that you?" Sam called, listening intently for the response.
"Sam it's me, open up!" Came the unmistakable voice of none other than John Winchester. Sam automatically relaxed and tucked away his gun.
" One second Dad" Sam said, quickly hiding Dean's explicit magazines and the empty beer cans under the couch. He then walked over to the door and opened it.
" Sam, always keep you're gun out, and holy water ready, I could be a demon for all you know" John voiced angrily at Sam's lack of preparation.
" Yes sir " Sam replied through gritted teeth. He hated it how after weeks of no calls and no contact, his father just waltzed in and got back to playing drill sergeant.
John Winchester surveyed the room, taking in every detail. His lips twitched with a faint smile when he saw the corner of busty Asian beauties sticking out from under the sofa. Dean being Dean. Speaking of which, where the hell was he?
" Sammy, where's you're big brother?" John inquired menacingly.
Sam fiddled with his jacket nervously.
" Uh, out for a walk to check the area" Sam began, " You know, making sure there's no threats." He added a convincing smile for benefit.
" Uh huh" John saw through Sam's lie easily, although he couldn't blame him for trying to protect his brother. " Starting with the bar, let me guess?"
Sam looked at the floor sheepishly. There was no point saying anything, Dean was toast. Therefore so was he, Sam thought mentally cringing. Dean would have his ass for not covering for him properly.
" Let's go to the bar, to have a little chat with you're brother" John spoke each word in a threatening tone.
" Oh no" thought Sam.
Back at the bar Tracy and Dean had moved from the stools to one of the dingy rooms upstairs. Apparently this pub called itself an inn but Dean had seen more comfortable coffins. It didn't matter very much though. When he was with Tracy, kissing her, touching her, everything else seemed to disappear. There was her and that was it, he didn't need anything else. Dean was only wearing his boxers, his various clothes strewn from the small dresser to the bed. Tracy wasn't wearing anything on top and her jeans were unzipped. He was just pulling them down her waist luxuriating in her satin skin when his dad burst in the room classic Winchester style. Sam was standing nervously behind him.
Dean gaped, shock turning into guilt. Tracy's face was flushed as she fished for her shirt, hiding behind Dean. John just glared. Dean was busted.
" Shit" he thought.
" What the hell were you thinking?" John shouted.
It was Saturday morning, and Dean sat meekly on the couch listening to his father. After last nights episode, he was just glad John hadn't shot him right there. It wasn't sex that John had a problem with; it was the fact that Dean had left Sam alone, when he had had strict orders not too. It didn't help that Dean was hammered; using a fake ID and nearly having sex with a girl John had never seen when he walked in. Dean knew he deserved whatever punishment John decided to dish out. But he wished that John hadn't decided on this particular one.