~Dean's POV~
*Skip to after breakfast*
We all walked out of the diner and got back into the car. The motel we were going to stay at was only a few blocks away so it was a short and silent drive.
Cozy On Inn. The motel sign said. I mentally chuckled and pulled in.
Scarlet, Sam, and I walked into the lobby.
"How can I help you?" the receptionist asked with a smile.
Scarlet and Sam started laughing. I looked over at them and smiled.
They were closer than they were when we were kids. They were friends but they weren't very close. At least not as close as me and her were.
I'd never be that close to her again.
I pushed that thought out of my head and got us a room. When we got out of the lobby Scarlet started laughing, but this time Sam looked like he didn't have a clue why.
"What?" I asked smiling at her laugh.
"The receptionist… she thinks I'm Sam's sister and you two are a couple. And she likes your ass."
What the hell was up with everybody thinking that me and Sam were a couple. …. Wait she thought I had a nice ass.
I smirked. "I do have a nice ass."
Scarlet looked over at me, rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yes. Yes you do Dean."
I could feel my face heat up but I stopped myself from blushing and instead smirked. "Obviously."
Great Dean. The bullshit tough guy act.
I made the voice in my head shut up as Scarlet stole the keys out of my hand and walked into the motel room.
I ran after her into the room with Sammy running on side of me. She opened the door and threw her duffel bag on the bed by the door.
"Do you guys need to do anything?" Scarlet asked plopping down on the bed.
"Nope."
"Ok. Then do you want to get started on the job?"
"Sure."
"What cover are we using?"
"FBI….. If you have an ID."
Scarlet laughed at me. "Who do you think I am? Of course I have fake ID's." She said throwing a random ID from her bag at me.
Evilyn Hunt. FBI Senior Officer.
"Evilyn Hunt?" I laughed and when Sammy heard the name and started laughing too.
"Yep. Like it's any worse than yours."
I shrugged and pulled out my ID's. I handed her both mine and Sammy's.
"Wow. Agent Rawling. Agent Stone. You have fun with your rock references." She started laughing.
I smiled at her and laughed. "They're…" I couldn't finish because Scarlet cut me off.
"Classic."
I laughed again. "Exactly."
~Scarlet's POV~
I laughed at their reference again and grabbed my bag before going into the bathroom to change.
"You two get dressed."
Dean smiled and grabbed his bag. I got dressed into the bathroom.
I came out dressed in a suit. /cgi/set?id=78754339
Dean looked over at me and smiled.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
"And now you never will. So shut up. This is bullshit."
Sam laughed.
"What?"
Sam laughed again and put his hands on his collar. "This is your FBI suit that you have to wear in order to actually be considered FBI."
"Damn monkey suit if you ask me." I said as I glared at him. "And next time I'm getting pants."
"You don't look that bad." Dean chimed in with a smile.
I raised my eyebrow. "Wanna trade?"
Dean laughed. "No sorry. Sadly my ass is not good enough to rock a skirt."
And mine is?!
Then Sammy had to run his mouth. "So you're saying Scar has a nice ass."
Thanks Sammy.
Welcome.
You're supposed to note the sarcasm.
Dean's face turned red. "No."
I smirked. I was determined to mess with him. I pouted at him. "So you don't think I have a nice ass."
~Dean's POV~
My face turned more red than a tomato. "You do… not that I look at it though."
Scarlet smirked and winked at me. My face burned even hotter from embarrassment.
What is wrong you? I thought to myself. Are you really using your game to a girl?
And I was. But Scarlet wasn't just any girl. She was amazing, sarcastic, funny, beautiful, smart, and witty. Someone I wanted to make mine.
But that would never happen. I thought to myself as I grabbed my gun and put it into my pants.
"Let's get going. Daylights wasting."
Scarlet gave me a soft smile and nodded. Then grabbed a number of weapons.
The way she acted sometimes, you would never know how many horrors she had seen in her life.