Chapter 6 - Whiskey Time!

"Whiskey time!" Dean cheered arriving back at the motel.
"Shower time first," Lana corrected, grimacing at herself in the reflection in the Impala window, she was grazed and bloody from the scuffle with Alexandra.

Reaching their rooms, Dean stopped in her doorway, "Need help scrubbing your back?"
"Don't push it," Lana smirked, shoving him out the way.
"'Come ooooon," he whined as she shut the door on him.

She sat on the bed and kicked off her boots, eyes fixated on the door.
"You won't win Winchester," she mumbled, "This will be on my terms bitch."

She shook her head at this lame attempt to convince herself she wasn't just nervous. Slightly terrified of doing something stupid and putting him off if she relented.

With a sigh, she threw her clothes on to the bed and got her shower.

She stood under the shower head and closed her eyes. The hot water relaxing her aching muscles and joints.

What would happen if Dean walked in right now? She laughed at herself, that boy was well and truly embedded in her head. He would most likely make some joke about enjoying the view, she would motion for him to join her. His eyes would widen at the invitation, tearing his clothes off so fast it would be a blur. Then the kissing would start, the hands would get...handsy. He'd grab her and carry her over to the bedroom.

Lana sniggered, she couldn't believe she was allowing her head to run with this ridiculous fantasy. Couldn't deny it was a nice thought though.

A draft suddenly enveloped her, giving her a chill and goosebumps.

Lana opened her eyes to a man stood in the bathroom door.

"CAS!?" she screamed, hastily grabbing for a towel to cover herself.

She felt her feet lose grip on the bottom of the tub and squealed as she slipped. In a flash Cas caught her, his eyes narrowed with concern.

"What is wrong?" he asked.

"What!?" she wailed in disbelief, "Cas! You dont peep on girls in the shower dammit! Get off me!"

With a confused look, Cas let go and allowed Lana to grab the towel she reached for. After finding her dignity she turned to address him, noticing he looked a little hurt at her shouting.

"Oh..." she grumbled, "Cas I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. Well... I did but...whatever. What do you want?"
"I'm looking for Sam and Dean."
"You gonna vanish instantly as soon as I tell you again?"

The angel didn't respond, he just waited for an answer to his question.

"...They're in the next room," Lana sighed.

And with that Cas did vanish.

"You could just walk there you know..." she mumbled, heading into the main room and rummaging through her bag for some clean-ish clothes.

A loud thud came from the room next to her along with muffled shouts from Sam and Dean. Lana chuckled as she got dressed, at least Cas seemed to be just as bad with them as well. Mildly annoying as it was, his behaviour was undeniably a little cute too.

Rough drying her hair with a towel, she headed over to their room.

"Whiskey time now then?" she said on entering.

"Beer first," Dean mumbled, throwing her a cold one.

"Okaaay..." Lana said hesitantly, noticing the glum faces, "Is there a problem?"

"Lucifer is most definitely Vince Vincente," Castiel stated.
"Yeah, people aren't just going missing around him now, they're showing up dead," Sam continued.

"Well that's... got minor positives?" Lana said taking a swig, "I mean, you only suspected at first. So if you know for sure now, you know you're onto a solid lead and can start planning to take him out."

"You don't just take Lucifer out Lana," Sam responded.

"He's an angel, but turned up to eleven," Dean grunted, "We don't really know how to approach this. And now Cas tells us he's setting up small secret come back gigs with the old band? Something tells me Lucy isn't bothered about turning musician all of a sudden."

"Well I can get Cez and Sades to find out where the gigs are? And we take it from there," Lana picked a chair in a corner and laid back in it.

"It's all we can do for now I guess," Sam launched himself back onto the bed he was sat on, staring at the ceiling with a long sigh.

"I'll see if I can find out any more information in LA," Castiel said before vanishing once again.

"Lana..." Dean headed over to her and knelt down so they were face to face, "I'm not sure about you tagging along on this."
"Excuse me!" She exclaimed, "I saved your ass back there at the ghost house! I can help."
"But this is Lucifer," Dean hastened to explain, "Not an average hunt and it's personal. He'll only use you to get us."

"You were fine with this yesterday!" Lana argued, "We stopped to do the ghost job on the way for crying out loud!"

"She has a point Dean," Sammy intervened, "Plus we're already halfway there, we can't just leave Lana in the middle of nowhere."
"I'm just fed of people getting hurt the second they get close to us!" Dean blasted and stormed back to his chair, "Like tonight!"

"That's what this is about?" Lana laughed in disbelief, "Dean if I wasn't there you would have been killed!"

"Not necessarily," he replied sulkily.
"Just shut up and drink your beer," Lana ordered, "Before I kill you myself."
"Like you could take me."
"Wanna bet?"

"Can we just...get along please?" Sam stepped in.
"He/she started it," Both Lana and Dean said in unison, trying to scowl at each other which turned into smirks.

"If we're gonna make it to LA tomorrow we need to set off early, how about we put a hold on the whiskey and call it a night?"
"Hell no!" Dean protested.
"So you're gonna drive down to LA half drunk?" Sam remarked.

"No, you're gonna drive, me and Lana will sleep off our hangovers while you do. C'mon Lana."

Dean grabbed the his beer and the whiskey and headed out of the room. Sam dropped his arms to his side before shrugging and mumbling a "whatever" to himself.
Lana got to her feet, and walked over to him.

"I'll make sure he doesn't go overboard," she laughed.
"You'll be the first one to manage it," Sam laughed too, "I don't wanna know what you two have got going on but...he seems a bit attached. Apologies on his behalf for being over protective."
"Don't be daft! I'll get the apology out of him myself."
"Don't stay up too late love birds."
"Love birds!? I...uh...we...shut up Sammy. Goodnight."

Lana walked out, Sam's chuckles audible behind her. She went for the next door and headed inside.

Dean was laid out on the bed flicking through channels on the small portable TV on the other side of the room. He'd finished his beer and was now sipping from the whiskey bottle, already a quarter way through.
"You gonna save some of that for me?" Lana questioned sarcastically, "Budge up."

"Snooze you lose," he said shuffling over as Lana sat resting against the headboard, "What can I say, I find it moreish."

"Give me that," Lana downed her beer and motioned for the bottle in his grasp.

Dean reluctantly handed it over and continued flicking through the channels, stopping on a risqué looking lady cooing unnaturally at an overly butch pizza delivery boy.

"Whiskey and porn, what more could a lady want?" Lana snorted.

"Meh...force of habit," Dean shrugged.

The two of them leaned their heads to the left as the couple on screen started some questionable positioning.

"How in the world can you get off on cheap motel porn?" Lana laughed, taking a swig and passing the bottle back.

"I don't," Dean replied grinning, "But it's funny."

"Hilarious."

A buzzing sound filled the room, Lana found her phone and checked her messages.

Arc – How did the ghost hunt go? Still waiting on selfie btw.

"Dean, strike a pose!" Lana giggled. Bringing up the front camera.
"I don't do selfies," he argued, pushing the phone away.

"Naaaw, with that pretty lil face? I'll give ya a nice filter if that makes you feel better."
She forced the phone back in front of them both, bringing up Snapchat to give them little flower crowns and glittery eyes.

Dean rolled his eyes and struck a blue steel pose as Lana clicked and sent the picture to Ceri.

"Just beautiful darling!" she joked, taking the bottle back for another drink. She also took the remote and switched the awful porn off.

"So what was with that little outburst in there?" she lectured, laying herself down. It dawned on her they were face to face, a mere couple of inches apart. Single beds were so cramped.

"Sorry for not wanting you to get killed," Dean shrugged.

"I've been hunting a good few years now, and I've not managed it yet."

"Like I said, it's no ordinary hunt. I can't stop you if you wanna tag along so bad."
"Damn right you can't."
"You're so stubborn. Is it a British thing?"

"You're one to talk! Well no, you're not stubborn, more controlling. No more this and don't do that."

Lana laughed at Dean's over the top shocked reaction.
"Sammy's the controlling one! I'm the cooler, smoking hot, easy rider, ass kicking, badass-" he began.

"Jerky brother?" Lana cut in and finished.

"You're the one laid in bed with this jerk," Dean counter attacked.

"Ah but you see, we're on top of the covers, so that's not in bed is it?"

"I'm no biologist, but everyone can see the chemistry and pure, raw animal magnetism we got going here."

"Get a grip. What makes you think I wanna be another notch on Dean Winchester's, god knows how long, bedpost?"
"Because I'm adorable."

"You're an idiot."
The two of them laughed and a feeble play fight ensued. The whiskey bottle had been passed between them frequently throughout this exchange. This resulted in a clumsy, alcohol fuelled fall from the bed.

"Wow, you are keen!" Lana slurred, as Dean was now positioned on top of her.

"You okay?" he giggled, holding the back of her head.

"I need more whiskey."

Dean grabbed the bottle laid on the bed, he didn't get up so Lana was still laid on the floor.

"Open up!" he grinned, hovering the bottle over her head.

"Fuck off Dean no!" Lana burst out laughing as he tried to aim it. She laughed harder as a trickle spilled out and splashed on her cheek.

"Bastard!" she cried, tears now forming from laughing.

He shrugged, "Well that didn't work out well for you."

"Come on, let me up!"

He leaned forward with a mischievous look on his face, "No."

Before she knew it, his lips were on hers. To describe the feeling that shot through her guts as 'butterflies' would be the biggest understatement. She found her arms reaching around him.

The kiss finished and the two locked eyes.

"You bastard" she gasped.

"You love it," he breathed.

The kissing continued. Hands got...handsy. He grabbed her and took her to the bed.