A little humor, a little angst before we get to the smut :)
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(Dean)
Scarlett wasn't mine anymore. I mean, honestly, I'd never really treated her like she was mine.
Damn it, I should have.
She was like a wildfire; she was beautiful, hot, but she could burn everything in her path.
Yet she didn't even know she yielded that power.
Sam knew, and I knew, and sometimes I could tell Castiel was watching her closely.
Scarlett would claim she isn't good at much, but one thing is for certain; she's good with men.
They watched her like a moving picture. I could see their eyes on her from every angle in the room, from every dark corner.
Maybe the reason I wanted her so badly was because I wanted to be the one to keep her.
To take her home, to make her forget all those eyes on her.
To get a taste of that power that was seemingly fleeting beneath her skin.
I wanted to taste her even now, I wanted to touch her even though I knew at this exact moment she was drunk in the next room.
She's not mine.
She never really was.
That was the truth that Sam loved her in a way that I don't think I ever can.
Not a lot of things bothered me anymore; in this life, I'd been through so much that I couldn't come back from.
Scarlett had been there though, for the dark times, and for the light.
Sometimes I wondered if she was the light, and that's why Cas watched her like a hawk...because he too knew that she was special.
By the end of tonight, when my eyes closed and the nightmares returned (as they always did) the loneliness will creep in and assault me as if we are old friends.
I will miss the tentative feel of Scarlett's hands on my naked skin, I will miss the way she breathed my name before she climaxed.
I would miss a lot, but Sammy deserved to know her the way I do.
He deserved to love her the way I should, and hopefully, keep her the way I couldn't.
(Scarlett)
My room was hot.
Hot enough to convince me to tear my clothes off, one piece at a time.
Hot enough to make me lie back on top of my silky duvet and stare up at the ceiling wondering what the hell just happened with Dean.
Sammy told him he touched you.
It stung like a betrayal, but I knew that Sam wouldn't intentionally betray me. We'd never decided to keep our little dinner date a secret, and I couldn't fault him for telling Dean.
He should know.
Yet the pained expression on his face, the one that told me he still felt something for me, well that sent an agonizing metaphorical fist right to my heart.
Dean Winchester.
Dean Winchester.
He's no easy equation to solve, and sometimes I think I'll never fully understand him. Most nights I was too exhausted to try, but that remained the difference between us. I'd tried, almost to the point of embarrassing myself, and he'd never wanted to.
A solid knock on my door had me peeling my eyes open and pulling my shirt back on over my shorts.
"Come in."
Sam's beautiful face peeked around the door frame and he frowned when he saw me.
"Have you been crying?"
I shook my head, which only made him step into my room and close the door behind him.
"You have mascara running down your face," He told me calmly.
I groaned and sat up, wiping at the still damp skin beneath my eyes.
He cleared his throat and pulled up a chair, folding his large frame into the confines of it.
"Why were you crying?," Sam asked me softly.
I sucked in a breath and looked over at him accusingly.
"You told Dean."
He hung his head immediately, needing no explanation as to what I was referring to. Nodding, he ran a hand through that gorgeous hair and looked at me sadly.
"I couldn't keep it from him."
I felt myself laugh, even though it wasn't funny, and sighed.
"I know. I'm not mad. I'm confused," I admitted with a helpless shrug.
Sam leaned towards me in his chair, and from here I could see how his muscles bunched under his plaid shirt.
Good God, he's sexy.
I need him.
His hazel eyes were on me then, like a beacon in the night, like a mirage.
"I'm a little drunk, Sam, so you'll have to speak a little slower than usual. What are you playin' at?"
He frowned.
"I'm not playing at anything, Scarlett. Is it so hard to believe that I just want you? That maybe, just maybe, unlike I Dean I know what I want?"
His words were sweet, they were my antidote, they seeped into my skin like honey on a piece of bread.
I fell back onto the bed, my shirt riding up, my shorts lifted against my tanned skin.
When I didn't say anything, Sam huffed out a breath.
"If you don't want me to come over there and touch every inch of your perfect fucking skin, then I suggest you tell me to leave."
His words were like a balm to my burned heart, but no.
Not tonight.
"Goodnight, Sam."
As I rolled away to face the wall, I heard the legs of the chair scrape roughly against the hard floor as my door opened and closed.
The tears that ran warm down my face did nothing to ease the pain.
They did nothing to ease the nagging voice in my head that screamed for Sam to come back.
(Scarlet)
Two weeks later and I'm strutting my stuff in some rich man's office, claiming to be a client in need of some commercial property. His eyes follow the lines of my body, and just like I was trained to do, I lifted one edge of my dress and slid onto the corner of his desk easily.
His blue eyes followed the line of my calf strung up in some heels I hated, but for this reason, they worked.
"Mr. Harper, I really need your assistance."
His lower lip quivered and his hands fisted in his lap.
Flipping my long tresses over my shoulder, I bit my red painted bottom lip and sighed.
"I supposed I could find another agent-"
"No! I can help you, Ms. Reed. I can meet you at the property on Washington Ave. Later today," Richard Harper said quickly.
Bingo.
Like a damn dog after a bone.
With an easy smile, I leaned forward to drag a finger along his cheek.
"You're such a sexy man," I whispered.
He almost swallowed his tongue as he seemed to grow more confident.
He wasn't hideous.
In fact, in another life, he'd have been just my type.
Longer dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes, an easy smile.
His large hands wrapped around my waist as he dipped his head near my ear, " You have no idea, Scarlett."
I nipped at his chin as I scooted from his desk, eyeing all of the exits and making sure to take note of the ring of keys hanging from his desk drawer.
"I'll see you tonight. Oh, and Richard?," I called over my shoulder as I opened his office door slightly.
His eyebrows quirked, and I smirked at him.
"Tell your wife you'll be home late tonight," I said with a saucy wink.
His mouth fell open and I closed the office door behind me, perfectly aware of the three other men watching me from their cubicles.
Easy as cake.
I took the microphone from my ear and tossed it to Dean, who caught it easily.
The microphone had been my idea originally, and although we dealt primarily with monsters, it came in good use when Sam or Dean couldn't come with me during hunts.
I noticed the way his eyes lingered on the short hemline of my dress and I leaned towards a side mirror to check my lipstick.
"Was that really necessary?," He asked.
I straightened, fluffing my curls as they bounced in the sunlight.
Smiling, I asked innocently, "What?"
Sam had his hands on his hips too, something that irked me.
"You practically fucked poor Richard Harper in there. We just need access to the storefront," Dean said.
I laughed, shrugging my shoulders.
"What can I say? I like a good challenge."
He rolled his eyes, but I could see the smile on his mouth when he slid into Baby.
Sam on the other hand, just shook his head and opened my door for me.
His silence stung, sure, but he'd avoided me for two weeks now, which was partially my fault. If I never gave him any reason to think I wanted him, he wouldn't know, would he?
He wouldn't know I dreamt of those large hands touching every inch of my skin, or that sexy mouth tasting me again.
"Yo, Romeo, what time are you meeting Dick?"
Sam's voice jerked me from my naughty thoughts and I scooted closer to him from the back seat.
"I'll call him around eight, let him sweat it out a bit."
His snort filled the car and I rolled my eyes.
"Alright you two, play nice. We've got a witch to burn tonight," Dean said with a smile.
I liked that our friendship was heading in the right direction. It'd been so long since sex wasn't involved with us that I almost forgot how much I'd missed him as my friend.
With a giggle I leaned towards him and wrapped an arm around him from the back seat. His eyes widened before he patted my elbow.
"Don't worry. I'll save my sass for Dick. He seems to like it," I said with a kiss to his cheek.
Dean choked out a laugh.
"You're impossible."
"Impossible...to resist!," I said throwing my head back with another giggle.
Both men tried and failed to contain their laughter.
With the ice broken, I scooted over towards Sam and nudged him under the chin with a closed fist.
"Don't be such a cold fish, Sammy. Ain't like you've never lied to seduce a woman," I said with a smirk.
His mouth fell open to argue, but I stopped him with one word.
"Soulless."
"Hey! That shouldn't count, I couldn't care!"
I shook my head, sitting back far enough to cross my legs, drawing his attention to the soft skin there.
When I realized he was looking, I casually slid one hand down between my breasts and laughed when he gritted his teeth.
"Hey, Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'll grab my own room at the motel."
He looked at me in the rear view.
"Oh yeah? Whys that?"
"I think I'll bring some Dick home."
His green eyes pierced me through the glass and I almost felt bad, until I remembered that he'd cheated on me.
"Really?"
I shrugged.
"I need a little lovin'," I practically whispered to myself.
Sam ain't interested anymore.
He hasn't even said anything.
His hazel eyes didn't even touch me as I slid out of the impala and headed towards the motel reception desk.
A skinny teenage boy was busy reading a Playboy magazine behind the desk when I walked in. When he saw me he struggled to sit up in his seat,dropped the magazine, and stuttered a hello.
"Heya, doll face."
He smiled tremulously, his wide eyes appeasing me.
"I need a room for tonight," I said casually, offering him a wad of cash.
He turned to his computer, clicking away shakily.
"One bed okay? Non-smoking?"
I nodded, sent him a smile as I leaned over the counter.
I peeks at the magazine, picked it up from the top of his desk, looking at the pretty naked ladies.
"I-I- don't mean to offend-"
I shook my head, flipping through the pages.
"Don't worry, baby. I prefer my tits with a little less silicone anyways," I said with a wink.
He took the magazine in exchange for the room key, his mouth hanging open.
When I turned to leave, Dean was watching me with amused eyes.
I sent him a shrug and pushed the glass doors open, looking for room-I paused, and had to laugh at my room number- sixty-nine.
Shaking my head, I unlocked the room and tossed the key onto the dresser. Same old song and dance; a small drab room that smelled of smoke, mildew, and sex.
It didn't bother me anymore, not like it used to, and as long as it had a mini-bar I could use I was a-okay.
I heard a knock behind me, and I saw Dean holding my duffel and a cylinder filled with salt.
I nodded and watched as he poured a barrier around my eoom, taking his time, glancing at me every so often.
I still thought he was gorgeous, a part of me still missed him, but he seemed to be at ease with me now.
"I've missed you," I admitted.
Dean stood, placed his hands on his hips, and sighed heavily.
When he looked back at me, he ran rough hands over his face.
"I miss the fuck out of you, Scarlett," He all but whined.
I met him halfway with a hug that threatened to crack a few ribs.
He buried his face in my neck, inhaled deeply, dropped the salt to the floor in a rush as he wrapped his arms around me like he'd never see me again.
He didn't say a word as he hugged me closer than I think he ever had, and it was okay with me. It didn't feel romantic, it felt apologetic, it felt familiar.
"You know I forgive you, right?"
He choked on a breath and pulled away enough to look down into my eyes.
"I hate that you do, but I don't know what I'd do if you didn't," Dean admitted.
It was in that moment that I realized that life wasn't all black and white, no, that with the Winchester men all there ever really was, was gray.
"I'm glad I've got you back," I said softly.
He tucked hair behind my ear, gently caressed my cheek, ducked his head.
"Ya never lost me, darlin'."
I knew he was sincere when he pulled away and picked up the salt, tucked it into his pocket and peeked at the doorway.
I followed his glance and didn't see anyone.
"I have to tell you this, Scarlett, because I genuinely want you to be happy."
I sat down on the bed and fell backwards.
"I didn't treat you the way you deserve, but I know Sam wants more than one night with you," He said.
"Why would you want to see me with Sammy? Isn't that painful for you? Why would I ever want to hurt you?," I asked.
He sat down next to me and laid back, staring at the same stained ceiling I was.
"If I'm bein' honest, it hurts like hell, but I understand that I'm not the man you need. Maybe in another life, at another time, sure. But the truth is, we both know that ship has sailed, and it ain't comin' back to port anytime soon. I don't want you to walk around thinking that both Sam and I used you, because that ain't the case," Dean spoke softly as he looked over at me, earning a tear.
He wiped it away with care, running his index finger down the bridge of my nose.
"Are you telling me to sleep with your brother? Because I have to say, it's the weirdest wingman-move I've ever seen," I said with a snort.
Dean pinched my thigh with his calloused hand and shook his head.
"I'm sayin' not to let me chase you off of the Winchester's completely. That man, he's been through a lot. You're good for him," Dean said.
I admitted defeat and rolled my eyes heavenward.
"You don't want me to have sex with Dick."
He laughed at that, shaking his sandy head.
"We both know you'd never sleep with a married man," Dean said standing up.
"I would too! I'm heartless!," I called to his back.
His laughter echoed throughout the room as he left me lying on the bed alone.
He's right, and I hate it.
I just want someone to play it straight with me.
I kicked the door to my room closed and groaned, heading right for the bathroom.
If I was going to do anything it was to take off this dress and wear something a little more comfortable for me.
With dark denim jeans, a black fringed halter top, and a leather jacket I looked like a seventies queen.
My hair was far too voluminous to be cool these days, but my Brigette Bardot makeup made it flow easier, and I felt amazing.
I felt like myself.
I never had time for make up, but these days, my solo missions were getting far more prevalent.
The rock coming from my phone was something Dean would appreciate, and my black heeled combat boots were a gift from him, too.
I opened the door to my room, silenced the music, and locked the door behind me.
I could hear the brothers arguing about something in their room, so I kicked the door loudly and waited with an arm hanging above my head on the door frame.
It was only a moment before it answered, but Sam's hazel eyes burned me anyways as they took me into their depths.
"What happened to your dress?," Dean asked.
I smiled.
"What's the matter, boys? Crop tops and leather ain't in style anymore?," I asked as I lit up a cigarette.
Dean frowned.
"When the hell did you start smoking?," He asked with a frown.
I felt a splash of water land on me and I shrieked in surprise.
"Really? Holy water?," I asked as I turned to glance at Sam.
He shrugged.
"You're acting weird."
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, and no offense, but you look like a seventies pin-up. Since when do you like leather?"
I heard my phone tinkle in my pocket, so I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Change of plans, sweetheart. Can you meet me now?," Richard asked me.
I smiled.
"I sure can, Dick. I'll see you shortly," I said huskily into the phone. Dean rolled his eyes, and Sam snorted.
When I hung up the phone, I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and inhaled some much needed nicotine.
"Maybe I just wanna be someone else for a while, see how that works out," I said honestly.
I lifted my pant leg and checked the holster there, making sure my gun was fully loaded.
Both brothers looked at each other before they looked at me like I was insane.
"Scarlett Avery Moore, you're just fine the way ya are," Dean said as he shook his head.
He sent a pointed look in my direction and I waved my hand at him as I exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Check ya later, boys."
A hand on my arm stopped me.
"Did you think we were gonna let you go alone?"
Sam's voice was stern as he asked me that, and I thought about the night he'd talked dirty to me over the phone about my red panties.
Wearin' the purple ones tonight.
"Then shake your tail feathers, boys. I've got a date with a Dick."
Both of them groaned at my pun, shaking their heads in annoyance.