Hello again, am putting another chapter of this up for people to digest, thanks to those who let me know that they are still reading this, even with my huge breaks.
Know this one is a little, well different for me and I hope it works for people.
"You know you are shit at trying to ditch people?" Winchester said pulling up a stool at the dingy bar.
"Wasn't ditching," Forester said refusing to look Winchester in the eye.
"Really?" Winchester asked. "Just that considering your situation, you running as fast as you can and not stopping is the probably the best hope you got right now."
"Wasn't running either," Forester said.
"What were you thinking when you left then?" Winchester asked.
"Just…No-one usually comes after me," Forester admitted as he filled his glass again.
Winchester turned to look over his shoulder to see where Sam was at that moment before he huffed his reply. "Okay, well that kind of sucks for…me."
"How did you know where to look?" Forester asked turning to the guy.
"Honestly?" Winchester said. "Was thinking of checking the bus station but then Sam got a call. And for the record dude – hitching is dangerous at the best of times, but right now you shouldn't be doing it."
"What?"
"Yeah, well turns out that right now you got a demonic bitch who is curious enough about your ass to think that right now it might be more interesting for you to be attached to it in a living breathing sense – not that is something you should feel happy about. Because I'm not happy about her being interested in either you or my brother."
"Please tell me you mean Ruby and not that Lilith, character."
Winchester took a breath, "No, definitely not Lilith."
"Right," Forester said turning his attention back to the glass in front of him. "Though can you tell me if Sam doesn't want to be this leader guy, why is she so down on him?" Or if he's so important can't he get a message to her to tell her to at least leave me alone."
Winchester shrugged. "Never met her, so I don't know, not that I want to, because the demon thing - well, truth is they are Freddy, Jason and all the worst slashing bastards that Hollywood has ever turned out and the scary thing is some of them have got brains to go with it."
Forester downed the liquid in front of him. "So between this Lilith and these hunters, I'm fucked?"
"Basically, right now yeah," Winchester admitted.
"Great," Forester said as he refilled his glass. "Guess this qualifies as the pooch being completely screwed then, doesn't it?"
"What?" Winchester asked as Sam joined them.
"Something Jo said," Forester replied downing another glass. "But then again it is the story of my life one mess right after another."
"Okay then, guess you're allowed to wallow a little," Winchester said as he picked up a glass from behind the bar and proceed to pour himself one from Forester's bottle before finding a glass for his brother.
"Seriously, just when I think my life is sucked because I'm working on a construction site and I'll be stuck there for the rest of my days because as Frank and the guys keep telling me I can't get my shit together – this happens. Not that I'm not saying I don't deserve it," Forester said. "Expected the crap but was hoping that once I finished paying back what I owed, I'd eventually move on."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Sam said.
"Well, it seems I missed the part on the divorce papers that allows karma to be this much of a bitch," Forester retorted.
"Yeah, understand you got married," Sam said downing one.
"I would like to say it was the biggest mistake of my life but it was only part of it," Forester admitted.
"What was with the getting married thing," Winchester asked.
"Dean!" Sam interjected.
"No Sam, I want to know," Winchester replied turning to Forester, "You were nineteen weren't you? So why?"
"Honestly?" Forester said as the drink finally hit him. "You want to know?"
"Yeah, sure?" Winchester replied. "Because I don't get it. Unless you thought you'd actually knocked the girl up."
"Nope, Lindsey was definitely not pregnant," Forester replied. "She wore white on our big day and wasn't lying about it!"
"There are other ways to get laid and have cake dude," Winchester said sagely.
"Then what happened, what when wrong?" Sam asked as he slapped his brother round the back of his head.
So Forester finally finishing the bottle in front of him before stretching over to the one that had just been placed on the bar in front of him and took a deep breath.
"Okay you stay there," Dean Winchester said sitting the shaggy haired brunette, who had been newly confirmed that evening of just being shy of 6ft 4, on the motel bench.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Forester asked. "I left."
"Yeah, you did," Winchester said as he went and rang the bell.
"But like you guys said you got your own shit to deal with – real shit, real big shit, not like my shit, well the shit I did."
"So?"
Forester looked around him. "And why are we here?"
"Because I ain't driving, Sam ain't driving and I ain't having you puke your guts up in my car while the three of us sleep it off."
"Is that why you took the Tequila?" Forester asked.
"Jose ain't no teddy bear," Winchester replied as Forester pulled himself to his feet and moved towards the counter. "Or something you discuss barber tips with."
"What?" Forester asked as he pulled himself to his feet.
"I hope that was what you were talking to it about or is telling a bottle about 'Pretty Hair' really about something else in New England that I don't want to go into right now?"
"Pretty Hair?" Forester asked as he moved towards the counter. "I didn't talk about her pretty hair did I? But she had really pretty hair."
"Wow big guy, what did I tell you?" Winchester said as he quickly grabbed hold before Forester almost fell.
"I don't know," came the reply to which Winchester rolled his eyes.
"Can I help you two?" the motel clerk asked.
"We want a room," Winchester said as he settled Forester back on the bench.
"And not one that charges by the hour," Forester drunkenly added.
Winchester gritted his teeth at the motel clerk raised an eyebrow.
"You wouldn't happen to have one with two queens and a spare cot would you?" Winchester asked.
The motel clerk thought for a second before looking at the guy who was attempting to curl up on the bench. "That much of a kicker is he?"
"What?" Winchester asked.
"Dean," a semi horizontal Forester said. "You know your brother is climbing on a car out there?"
"What?"
"Sam's on a car, I think he's yelling at people," Forester said as he watched the scene through the window.
"Can you give me a minute," Winchester said calmly to the clerk. He turned to Forester. "You stay and don't go to sleep!"
"No sleep, right," Forester replied as Winchester flung open the door to the motel.
"Sam! Sam! Get off that damn piece of junk right now!"
A minute went by, Winchester sighed. "Sam I don't care, you get here right now…. Don't make me come over there because you know what will happen."
"What will happen?" Forester slurred as Dean Winchester continued to have his one sided conversation.
"Sam, just get over here before you fall and break something…don't you shake that at him." Dean Winchester turned to the clerk "Can you watch the other one for me? I'll only be a moment."
"Why?" the clerk asked as Winchester disappeared through the door.
"But he was small, you're small, all you guys are short!" Sam guffed as he was carried through the doorway.
"Yeah, sure you're king of the land of little people, you are taller than everybody in the room, in the state, on the planet," Winchester said sitting his brother down beside Forester.
"You know, I love having a little big brother," Sam said as Winchester straightened his shirt.
"Sure you do and the hangover you'll have tomorrow will not be blamed on me at all will it?" Winchester replied.
"Nope," Sam said shaking his head, before pointing at Forester. "He started the drinking."
"Didn't force it down your throat," Forester replied in retaliation.
"Stop being so – moody!" Sam said back to Forester.
"Moody? He was the one who had to go on about how exactly my love life could be worse!" Forester protested to Winchester who scowled at him. "Plus, he hogged the bourbon!"
Winchester stared Forester down as Sam seemed to be oblivious to Forester's statements as he fiddled with his jacket. Before he started giggling. "He's moody and short with it."
"Half an inch - you have half an inch on me," Forester said to Sam before turning to Winchester. "Tell him he's only a little taller! She measured us, I don't know where she got the tape, but that girl measured us."
Winchester turned to the clerk. "There was a girl at the bar who wanted to know which one was taller."
"Oh, right" the clerk said as Winchester came back to the counter. "Bummer huh, bet they were fun to grow up with."
"What?" Winchester asked.
"Ehmm, sorry about, you know, when the you first came in I thought…but obviously seeing how they're your… I'm just use to….I'll just" the clerk said as Winchester glared at him.
"Moron," Winchester mumbled as the man went to get a set of keys, he went back to find Sam now lightly snoring as he rested his head on the wall.
"Some night huh?" Forester mumbled.
"Yeah," Winchester replied.
"He fell asleep, you said not to do that."
"Not until you get to the room,"
"Okay," Forester said before looking over at Sam. "Is he going to be okay?"
"Sure why?" Winchester said crouching down to the same eye level.
"He seemed upset when I was…when I said that stuff about how I hated Jess," Forester said. "I know it was completely different situation but I guess just me saying the name and stuff must have not been good."
"He'll be fine," Winchester replied.
"No, but if he was going on about how his life would be different if somebody called Rory hadn't screwed up everything I'd be pissed."
"No, you wouldn't," Winchester replied.
"Yes, I would."
"No and you want to know why?" Winchester asked.
"Why?" Forester replied.
"Because that Rory chick isn't Jessica."
"No, she isn't," Forester admitted.
"She isn't in the same league as Jessica and never will be," Winchester said matter a factly causing Forester to prickle.
Winchester smiled as Forester tried to stand up,
"Why do you say that? You said you only met his girlfriend once and you don't know Rory."
"For one damn good reason," Winchester said. "You don't get to put Rory on a pedestal."
"What?"
Winchester pointed to his brother, "His Jess is perfect and she won't change, she won't get old, she won't get on his back about leaving the toilet seat up, about not buying the right shit from the store. So that Rory girl isn't in the same league as Jess and that is good, you understand? Both for her and for you."
Forester swallowed. "I don't…"
"Your life doesn't just stop because you think you didn't measure up for some girl, wife or girlfriend who is still out there?" Winchester said causing Forester to knot his brow.
"Oh," Forester replied.
"Yeah oh," Winchester said. "Sam's world stopped for a while, but as much as it hurt he moved on, let go enough to do other what needed to be done, yet he still gets to make his Jess the most perfect woman that ever breathed air. But you, you don't get to do that with Rory! You don't get a pass to act like a moron and let everyone continually kick you in the balls because a girl let you walk years ago, a girl who is now doing god know what because she is still out there living her life. You don't get a free ride to sit on your ass and keep feeling sorry for yourself, especially right now; even if that girl gave you the best head you ever had."
"That's disgusting!" Forester retorted.
"You went back how many times? This chick had to have something?" Winchester said as the clerk came back to the counter.
"Number four had a spare cot in it," the clerk said as he handed over the keys.
"Can you walk?" Winchester said as he helped Forester to his feet.
"Think so," Forester said shakily as he turned to the door leaving Winchester to deal with Sam. "It isn't far is it?"
"I hope not," Winchester said getting his brother to his feet,
"No," the clerk said apologetically. "Sorry for the misunderstanding."
"What misunderstanding?" Forester asked.
"Forget it," Winchester replied as he tried to corral Forester through the door.
"What did he misunderstand?"
"Nothing," Winchester said.
Forester stood there for a moment looking at the clerk, "He didn't think that we were together did he?"
Winchester sighed, "Move will you."
"But…" Forester started to say as he was pushed through the door. "Do you guys get that a lot?"
Rory smiled gently as he gazed at her "This right here, is - the textbook definition of a perfect moment.
"Yeah, it is."
"And earlier?" she asked.
"That was pretty perfect too. However, as a guy, I was trying not to be a pig," he replied kissing her on her prefect shoulder.
"And I'm happy, are you happy?"
He couldn't help it but he was more than that, "I'm very happy."
She smiled at him, "Happy, but not chatty?
Suddenly that feeling came back the one that clawed in the pit of his stomach. "I'm just… trying to make sure that all this is really happening."
"It is." She said reassuringly before reaching over to kiss him. "Hey, you know what I think we need?
"What?"
"A song. Like a song that's "our song".
"Okay." He replied. Hell right now if it was really happening he'd let her commission a statue.
"Something romantic, but not mushy, something that will make us remember this."
He chuckled. "Ah, believe me, I'm remembering this."
"Oh, I know!" she exclaimed before reaching over to her nightstand to loads a nearby CD into her player. "Okay. Perfect. So, from now on, no matter what you're doing, where you are, you'll stop and think of me when you hear this."
He laughed as Sammy Davis Jr. began to sing Candy Man. "That's not gonna be our song."
"Why not?" she asked. "It's perfect. It's happy. It's hopeful. It has the word 'candy' in it. Hey, what is more hot than candy?"
"Pick something else."
But it was too late she had began to bob along to the beat, "Who can take the sunrise… sprinkle it with dew"
"Okay, okay, okay, okay. I'll pick something else," he said making a half hearted move for the remote.
"No."
"Hand it over, I can't take it anymore," he jokingly said.
"This is what happens when the women get the remote, ah-ha!" she said lightly as a noise from outside disrupted them.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Dean?" he could hear Lindsay call from outside the bedroom.
"Don't worry I'll get rid of her," Rory said making a move.
He swallowed the feeling of discomfort growing into full blown fear. "Rory don't go."
"I'll be back," she said. "I'll be back. When have I ever walked away from you?"
"Never," he replied quietly as she smiled at him before making a move.
He lay back down and took a breath.
"You know, nothing against the girl but she's, well, she's kind of vanilla isn't she? And I'm not going to comment on the Candyman thing," a voice behind him said. A voice that was close, very close, in fact a voice that was right in the bed beside him.
"What the hell?" Dean said as he sat upright with a start.
"Don't ask me, dude it is your dream," Winchester said.
"Why are you…why…are you not wearing any clothes?" he asked causing Winchester to shrug before he raised the blanket to look.
Winchester grinned, "Dude, I am impressed with you imagination."
"Oh God," Dean said as he put his head in his hands.
"Hey is it really that bad?" a voice at the other side of him said. "And she seems nice."
"Sam?" Dean exclaimed as he seemed shocked to find an extra voice.
"Yeah?"
"What are you…?" Dean asked before lifting up the cover. "Oh!"
"Okay then, we going to pull out the measuring tape now to find out who has the extra half inch?" Winchester asked, he looked over Dean's shoulder causing his brother and Dean to look at him. "What it's his subconscious – I'm not technically here."
"Can you guys please…well, get out of here?" Dean asked.
The brothers looked at him, before looking at each other.
"So that Rory chick what do you think?" Winchester asked his brother.
Sam looked around the room, at the books at Rory's stuff as he thought of something to say. "Seems okay…but…"
"But what?" Dean asked slightly affronted.
"Ahh, Jess was blonde," Winchester said. "More like Lindsay."
"Jess is not blonde," Dean said, before looking at Sam's face. "Sorry."
"Hey, I'd say offending the dream version of me is the least of your problems. You are the one dreaming that has two naked guys in bed with you and not the cute and from what I saw bendy girl and the…wife outside that door possibly fighting over you." Sam said. "What does that say about you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" Winchester asked.
"I was waiting for you to point out the fact that he is putting himself in-between the two of us." Sam replied.
"Well that is only polite because you know what would you do if you found yourself in be with the double mint twins?" Winchester replied.
"Will you stop that?" Dean said as he felt a strong calloused hand run up and down his thigh.
"Why should he?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow. "Do you really want him too?"
"Ehmm, eh," Dean stuttered. "Yes."
"Maybe we are selling Rory short?" Winchester said with a shrug. "Do you think he wants her to join us?"
"Maybe," Sam said. "Though what about Lindsay."
"You seen her?" Winchester asked. "If you are going to rebound – got to admit nice. Not that Rory isn't, if she had a mute button. Though I suppose there are other uses she'd be willing to put that mouth too – hell the blonde too."
"Don't talk about them like that! Not like that," Dean said to which both Sam and his brother smiled.
"Oh come on Dean be honest – how many times did you think about it?" Sam asked.
Winchester grinned before ghosting his breath over the back of Dean's neck. "Yeah, how many times, you and the two of them in your head, here at that studio in the book store the garage. Hell didn't you once dream about the two of them in the diner."
"That isn't any of your business."
"What are you feeling guilty about?" Sam asked as Dean grabbed his hand to stop it going under the blanket.
"Fine," Sam said laying back. "But admit this isn't the first time you want to see if more was merrier, even if it is just in your head."
"What no!" Dean protested. "And definitely not like this."
"Really?" Winchester asked. "What? You never wondered what it would be like? We can ask you know? They are just as much part of this dream as we are – you can get all of us to do exactly what you want."
"Really?" Dean asked swallowing.
"Sure, you're in control. All you have to do is bring them in here right now," Winchester said. "What do you think Sam? We get to see Rory lose that little princess tag or how good a wife Lindsay was in that department.""
"We could do, but if you notice he isn't yelling for them to come in here," Sam pointed out "Maybe he's too shy to ask?"
Winchester smirked. "Or maybe he just don't wanna, 'cause he's otherwise engaged?""
"Hey!"
"Oh, he's getting all het up, the boy here seems to have got some extra energy to work off," Winchester said to which his brother responded by starting slowly work on Dean's neck
"See we can help with that," Sam said his hand sinking beneath the blanket.
"Stop that!" Dean protested as the door opened. Jo entered followed by both Rory and Lindsay.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"To capture the moment," Rory said mischievously going for the CD player remote as Jo started setting up camera equipment. "It only seems right somehow"
"Jo?" Dean asked. "You too?"
She smiled. "Well, you keep saying you're a grown man and I'm not here to babysit you am I?"
Winchester again began to stroke Dean's thigh as Candy Man again began to drift through the room.
"I just thought it was a shame to waste the moment doesn't it?" Jo said giving the three of them a wink as she pressed record.
"But…," Dean replied.
"Dean you wouldn't want to disappoint anyone would you?" Lindsay asked with a smile. "You never want to disappoint anyone but somehow no matter what you do, don't you?"
Dean opened his mouth to answer.
"The lady is right, you wouldn't want to disappoint," Winchester said with a smirk.
"Damn straight it wouldn't," Sam agreed with a wicked grin on his lips. "Or are you too stuck in the past to try?"
"Yeah Dean," Winchester said as he stroked Dean's thigh again. "Why don't you just say screw everybody else, get over all that past crap and really focus on dealing with what's going on about you now."
"Why?" Rory asked. "It can be nice to live in the past, sometimes."
"And he has obligations to keep," Lindsey said meekly.
"Like that really matters right now," Sam said.
"He's right Dean," Jo said peaking up from behind the camera for a moment as Winchester worked at Dean's thigh, while Sam started to nip at his neck again.
"Right about what?" Dean asked, somewhat uncomfortably.
"Well, look where going on about what happened what you've been doing has gotten you," Jo said, fixing the aperture of the camera lens.
"Oh please stop being so dramatic about it, it's not the girls fault he's an idiot who can't keep control of anything."
On hearing that Dean turned coming face to face with Ruby's blackened eyes and foul smelling smile.
Dean Forester woke up, Sam was snoring in the bed across the room and Dean Winchester was in the cot that he had put up at the bottom of the room.
"Dude what's up?" Winchester asked.
"No, nothing," Forester quickly replied.
"Go back to sleep dude," Winchester mumbled.
"Yeah sure I'll do that," Forester said
"Not tucking you in," Winchester replied absentmindedly as he settled down again.
Forester ran a hand over his face "Tequila, it was just Tequila and that stupid clerk, that's it, nothing more than that."
A/N if there is any confusion about the dream part with who is who, I figured that as it was his dream Dean Forester should get the dibs on being solely 'Dean'
