Jail 'Em
Warnings: Swearing, making out, excessive drinking and being drunk, getting arrested, getting caught making out, Hana is shirtless for like .005 seconds
Hana's POV
I sighed and leaned against the cold, stone wall. A sigh tumbled out of my mouth as Dean turned his head to look over at me from the next cell over.
"Sorry…" he murmured for the umpteenth time. I rolled my eyes and faced away from him stubbornly. It was all his fault. If he'd just been more even-tempered, we would never have gotten jailed.
Two hours earlier
We were at the bar. It wasn't anything new, but I was starting to get tired of the same old watered down drinks and peanut shells under every step.
Nevertheless, we came out to have fun. Sam was being a complete bum, sitting in the corner and doing research on his laptop. Me and Dean? We were getting drunk. Really drunk.
I tossed back the fifth shot and winced at the sharp taste. Dean smirked as he caught the look on my face.
"I'm winning," he taunted, his voice slurring already. I rolled my eyes.
"Slow and steady wins the race. Hey, bartender, another shot!"
The man came over and refilled my glass, then Dean's. As that one hit the back of my throat, Dean's lips brushed my ear. "Why don't we get outta here? Sam isn't looking and Baby is wide open."
I was reluctant, but his fingers starting a torturous climb up my leg hurried along my indecision.
"Let's get outta here," I whispered. I grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him along. He all but threw his cash on the countertop. The wad was probably too much, but Dean didn't seem to care.
We were making out in the backseat of the Impala when a rap came at the window. We both jumped, a bit slowed by the alcohol, to see an officer. Dean swore under his breath and passed me my shirt back to me.
He stumbled out of the car. "Can I help you, officer?"
The man rose his eyebrows and looked pointedly at me. And, being drunk, Dean got the wrong message. His chest puffed out.
"You looking at my girl when she's shirtless?"
A blush rose on my cheeks, but it was stopped short by the officer's smartass comment. "Well, if you weren't going at it in the middle of a parking lot, then I wouldn't have to."
I heard a muffled "oof!", and then the man stumbled backwards. I gaped. Dean had just punched him.
Long story short, the guy didn't come alone, and him and his buddies decided that Dean's offence was worth a night in jail.
And I was his "partner in crime".
It wasn't the first time that I'd been in a cell, but this place was a dump, and it was all Dean's fault.
He got up from his "bed" and crossed over to my cell. I avoided his eyes and hugged the wall.
"C'mon. C'mere. I'll kiss you again… Between the bars."
I snorted. "Dude, really?"
He frowned, and I could easily tell that he was still heavily drunk. "What?"
"No! Just… No! I'm in a cell for the rest of the night because of you!"
He sighed. "Sam was the one that refused to bail us out."
That was true. Sam probably figured that we were being dumb. And he wasn't completely wrong.
I glared at Dean, and he simply smirked apologetically. We locked eyes for a moment before I scoffed.
"Fine."
I crossed over to him and pecked his lips through the bars. The smug smirk didn't leave his face.
"I'm sorry," he muttered against my lips.
I smiled softly. Drunken bastard… "I know."