AN: Here is a super long chapter for you guys! I'm catching up to where I have written ahead to so the updates might come slower from now on. also... don't hate me! Dean is still my love, but can't make things too easy on them.
As the night progressed, Nicole found that she couldn't keep her eyes off Dean. He was so serious and so protective of his brother, but every once in a while, a real smile would break across his face that would actually reach his eyes and it made him even more handsome than he already was. Sam and Allison seemed to have no problems diving right into conversation with each other, bonding about their shared love of animals. They were so sweet, it was a little disgusting for Nicole to look at.
No one had ever called Nicole sweet in her whole life. They called her stubborn, reckless, determined, or just plain old bitchy, but no one ever called her sweet, or cute. It just wasn't in her nature. She found that she had the ability to scare a lot of people off, potential boyfriends or other girlfriends, just by being her normal, out-spoken, and independent self, but to honest, she never really minded. She had a mission to graduate med school at the top of her class and no one was going to get in her way. She also figured that any guy who was too intimidated to pursue her wasn't worth her time anyways.
She had a feeling that she and Dean were kindred spirits in that way; both serious, stubborn, highly independent, but she also didn't see Dean as a guy who could be easily scared off.
The drinks had been flowing steadily at the table for about an hour, meaning that pint-sized Allison was well on her way to being smashed, but Nicole and the brothers were still on a roll.
"Sam, Allie!" Nicole called across the table to them, "We're heading to the dance floor!" Allison immediately agreed and, grinning up at Sam, grabbed his hand and led him on the dance floor.
Dean eyed Nicole wearily as she turned to face him. "Finish your drink, Dean, you're going out there too."
"Oh yeah?" He looked at her skeptically.
"Yes." Nicole knew she looked good tonight and that Dean had noticed. The look he had given her back at her apartment had told her as much, and she was going to use it to her advantage. Stepping forward so that she was almost positioned between his legs, Nicole flipped her hair back off her shoulders, giving Dean a clear view down the front of her dress.
Clearing his throat, Dean picked up his glass of whiskey and immediately drained it before slamming the glass back down on the table.
"Atta-boy, Dean-o"
Glaring at her over the use of the name Dean-o, he shot back, "Right after you, sweetheart."
Nicole walked off towards where she could see Sam's head towering over the rest of the dancers, leaving Dean to trail after her. Finally making her way through the crowd, Nicole bit back a laugh at the sight of Sam and Allison dancing together. He was so much bigger than her it was almost comical. For a second, Nicole wondered if she and Allison shouldn't trade brothers. It would certainly make dancing easier on Sam since Nicole was much closer in height to him. He wouldn't have to bend over so much just to reach her waist. Nicole had to admit that Sam was extremely good looking. He had hair that would make most girls jealous and the bone structure of a model, but Nicole could tell that Sam was a big softie.
Not that there was anything wrong with that, but those were the type of guys that were rubbed the wrong way by Nicole's abrasive personality. They always wanted to smother her with love and take care of her, and when Nicole wouldn't let them, they normally tried to change her, or just got angry at her. Sam was a sweetie, Nicole decided, but he was the type of person that she would want as a best friend or a brother… definitely not a lover. She would eat him alive… well not literally anyways.
Dean, on the other hand, was dark and full of fire. He had this look in his eyes that told Nicole he had seen it all and knew how terrible a place the world could be, unlike his brother, and that intrigued her. Even in the short amount of time she'd spent with the brothers, she knew that Dean was the type of person to tear down anything that tried to harm his loved ones, even if he had to do so just by the force of his will power. No matter where they were, if he and Sam were in the same room, Dean always had one eye on him and Nicole wondered what had happened to make Dean so protective of his brother. Regardless, that type of fierce, raw fortitude drew Nicole to Dean more than his looks, which were pretty great she had to admit, ever could.
Dean had finally joined them on the dance floor, pressing a hand to the small of her back and another drink into her hand. Vaguely, Nicole noticed that being a vampire had done wonders for her alcohol tolerance, because she kept up with Dean drink for drink and normally would be down for the count by now.
"Thanks," Nicole leaned in and half-yelled over the music. "Aren't they adorable?" She asked, nodding at his brother and her best friend, pressed together smiling stupidly at each other.
Dean shook his head and sighed, "Come on, Sammie," he muttered under his breath and Nicole only caught it because she had her new and improved vampire ears.
"What?" she questioned his reaction.
Dean's lips were pressed together in a hard line as he regarded his brother. "It's just… In Sammie's life bad things just roll right off of him. He's so damn optimistic, he's going to get us both killed one day. You can thank him for the fact that you are still alive right now by the way," Dean said offhandedly, and Nicole swallowed, realizing just how close to death she had come that night.
"But Sam also falls a little bit in love with everything he see," Dean continued, "a dog we see on the side of the road, a pretty girl we meet working a case, a cute little cabin in the mountains of Montana… He's desperate for an apple pie life and imagines it constantly, which just ends up leaving him heart broken. When we have to take off and leave your friend behind, Sam is going to mope for like a week."
Nicole frowned at Dean. "Maybe him and Allison will stay in contact," she pointed out, "You never know."
"Then what?" Dean questioned, "Sam quits hunting to be a stay at home dad? Or Allison quits her job to live out of motels? There is no happy ending here, sweetheart."
Nicole sighed, knowing Dean was right. If Sam and Allison did manage to keep in contact, it would always be a struggle for them. "So you think Sam should be more like you?" Nicole cocked an eyebrow at Dean, "Angry and brooding all the time?"
Dean laughed at her. "You're one to talk, Vampy. You don't strike me as the romantic type either."
"You're right," Nicole grinned at him, "My heart is made of ice. But hey, less talking and more dancing, mister," She said, pulling Dean's hands on to her waist and swaying to the music.
After a few hours lost in the music and many more trips to the bar, Nicole was having a great time. Her physiology or metabolism must be different than before she changed, because she was pleasantly buzzed and maybe just the tiniest bit drunk the whole night no matter how much she drank. Allison on the other hand looked like she needed Sam to hold her up.
"Allie, do you want to go home?" Nicole asked, making her way to her friend's side. Allison pursed her lips together in concentration.
"Yeah, I think I need to head to bed," She said, mumbling her way through her words, "I don't want to ruin your last night though, Nikki!"
"Actually, Um, I could take Allison back to the apartment and you and Dean can stay out longer if you want," Sam offered, "Dean rarely ever lets loose and enjoys himself anymore. This is good for him."
Nicole eyed the two of them suspiciously. "I don't want any funny business you two," she switched her gaze directly to Sam, "She is too drunk Sam, so all I better hear when I come back to the apartment are snores. And trust me, I got vampire ears, I will hear."
Sam grinned good naturedly at Nicole, not slightest bit offended that he had just been told off. "Let's get you home girl," he said, putting his arm around Allison's shoulder and leading her out of the bar.
Nicole made her way back to Dean's side at the bar and flagged down Joe.
"And then there were two," she nudged Dean in the side. "Sam just took Allie back to my apartment because she was about to pass out."
"You didn't want to go with her?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.
"Are you kidding me?" Nicole called back over the music, "I'm having a great time."
Without the stress of exams hanging over her, and with the knowledge that come Monday afternoon, she would be living on the road indefinitely with two brothers, one that she was extremely interested in, whom she had just met, unable to see her family and friends until they tracked down this alpha, Nicole decided she was feeling reckless.
She was also beginning to realize that Dean was a master in the art of the tease. While they had been dancing all night, he had been running his hands up and down her sides, caressing the bare skin of her back, and brushing his lips against the side of her neck. Nicole decided that she was going to see if Dean was brave enough to put his money where his mouth was.
Whereas Dean was the master of the tease, Nicole was a master in the art of seduction. Where she failed in successful relationships because of her busy schedule and crass attitude, she had become a pro at being the girl men noticed across a smoky room and chased down. Most of the time Nicole never let the flattery get anywhere, but there was just something about Dean she couldn't shake.
Turning to face him at the bar, Nicole stepped closer to him, so that she was almost touching his arm with her chest. Dean glanced sideways at her raising an eyebrow at her proximity. Nicole tipped her head to the side, letting her dark hair fall over her shoulder and exposing her neck to his gaze. Eyes wide, Dean licked his lower lip and turned fully towards her, eyes roaming across her body, starting on her long legs and working their way up to her full lips.
Pleased that she had captured his full attention, Nicole let one of her hands slide lightly up Dean's forearm that was exposed below the rolled up sleeves of his flannel. The smirk on Dean's face told Nicole that he knew exactly what she was up to. With the way he looked, he had probably been on the receiving end of such advances more times than Nicole ever cared to find out. Dean grabbed Nicole's hand on its path up his arm, holding it in his own.
"Is there something I can help you with, sweetheart?" He asked, stepping closer to her.
"I bet you call all the girls that, Dean-o," she said, looking up at him through her lashes, "but, um, I think I need some air. Will you walk me out back?"
"Lead the way, you beautiful creature."
Nicole grabbed Dean's hand and began to pull him through the crowd. She was a 5'9", stunningly attractive woman on a mission and the crowd parted for her. As they headed down the back hallway, Nicole suddenly turned to face Dean and pushed him through a door on the left. Luckily, this bathroom far in the back, was empty and Nicole locked the door behind them.
Pushing Dean against the door, Nicole stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Dean responded enthusiastically, one hand making its way to the back of her head, the other sliding down her back, pulling her harder against him. Without warning, Dean spun them around, breaking the kiss. Her chest heaving, Nicole stared into his green eyes, which were darkened with lust.
"Damn it, what are you doing to me?" Dean murmured against the skin of her neck. Nicole tipped her head back, letting out a gasp as Dean kissed his way down the front of her dress to the valley of her breasts. Lacing her fingers in his hair, she yanked his head back up to her level and kissed him, hard. Without breaking their kiss, Dean stooped and grabbed Nicole behind the thighs. With a squeal, Nicole threw an arm around his shoulders to steady herself as he carried her over to the countertop. Nicole had caught Dean without a shirt on before and knew that he was packing some muscles, but he picked her up like she weighed nothing, which was something that rarely happened.
Setting her on the counter top, Dean pushed himself in between her legs and ran his hands up them, feeling her toned muscles as he went. Nicole couldn't seem to get close enough to Dean fast enough. With fumbling fingers, Nicole made quick work of the buttons on the front of his flannel and pushed it open, revealing the skin of his chest to her. She ran her hands over his newly exposed skin, scratching him lightly with her nails and Dean shuddered under her touch. With a blazing look in his eyes, Dean pushing her dress up her legs and kissed her with even more ferocity.
Nicole had never done anything so crazy, but she knew in this moment that she was going to fuck Dean in the bathroom of this bar and it was going to be the best sex of her life. Breaking away from his lips, Nicole kissed her way down Dean's neck, biting down lightly when she reached the junction of his shoulder, before soothing the mark with her tongue.
Suddenly, Dean wrenched himself away from Nicole. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, his hand flying to his neck.
"Have you never gotten a hickey before?" Nicole cocked an eyebrow at him, and reached out to pull him back towards her. Dean stepped farther back and Nicole froze.
"I can't do this," Dean said, avoiding looking her in the eye by quickly buttoning up his shirt.
"Excuse me?" Nicole hopped off the counter and pulled her dress back down. "You were all over me 5 seconds ago."
Dean grimaced, finally turning to face her, "Yeah, well, 5 seconds ago I remembered that you are a vampire."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Dean?" Nicole stepped closer, staring up at him in disbelief. "I am a person! Yeah, I may need to hunt down this alpha and only drink liquids, but I am the exact same person I was before Sunday. Is that not good enough for you?"
Dean ran his hands over his face and let out a groan of frustration. "I'm sorry, Nicki, I just can't do this with a vampire."
"Go to hell, Dean." Cocking her arm back, Nicole swung forward and punched Dean as hard as she could in the face. She could tell from where she hit him that she hadn't broken his nose, but she hoped he would have a wicked black eye for the next few weeks.
Cupping a hand under his now bleeding nose, Dean tried to reach out for Nicole, but she was already across the room, unlocking the door.
"Find your own way home," she called over her shoulder as she strode out of the bathroom and back into the crowd.
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