Title: Hot Blooded
Author: Jmaria
Rating: PG-13 (lang)

Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. I would like a Dean if I could have one.
Spoilers: If you haven't seen Supernatural, then prepare to be spoiled.
Summary: Disappearances, bad boys, classic rock, cool cars, and demons.
Pairing: FfA #1805 Faith / Dean (Supernatural)
A/N: Well, story fifty one done for the fic for all (in this collection alone) yay me. And as a serious side note, Fred is gonna be in a future ep. fangirl squee

Hot Blooded

Faith wouldn't have given him a second look if it weren't for his kick-ass biker boots. Nah, that wasn't true. He was like sex on a stick, and she didn't often dig blondes. The small Ohio bar wasn't a place she'd expect to see any humans in this bar. It was mainly a demon hang out. Like the populace of good ole Sunny-D, the folks here liked to pretend that the little pest control problem they had was just really bad rats. Rats that ate people and left 'em all corpsified and shit like that.

But still, sex on a stick and his little do-gooder lookin' buddy were way out of their league slumming it in a demon bar. Even the normal people in town knew to steer clear of this place. Which meant that they were either A. really new to town, B. really stupid, or C. part of the big ole happy brotherhood of demons. Her money was on C.

Faith knocked back the shot and popped her shoulders. Then plastering on her best good-girl look, sauntered on over to blondie.

"Hey there, boyos. Mind if I join you for a drink?" Faith said in a voice she probably wouldn't have used three years ago, Want, Take, Have, being her favorite of mottos back then.

"No." Goody-two-shoes said, at the same time as Sex-on-a stick said yes. "Dean."

"Shut up, Sam."

Faith noticed the vamps starting to look uneasy in the bar. Normally, she could spot a vamp a mile away. She just wasn't good at spotting stupid humans.

"Listen, boys, whadda ya say we blow this place, and you come home with me," Faith concentrated on - what did he say his name was? Dean?

"What? We're not interested."

"Hell yeah we are, little bro. I'm Dean."

"Faith."

"Nice name."

"Thanks, nice boots."

"Slayer, been too long." A new voice interrupted her get-away plans. She turned around to find herself face-to chest with the big boss vamp of the Ohio hellmouth.

"Lookee here, it's big bad Georgie Porgie. I'm so sick of you bastards thinking you own this place. The slayers are here, you're a goner, man," Faith grinned, slipping her stake into her hand. She gave him a right hook before dusting his two bodyguards. She grinned down at him. "You really want to take me here tonight, Georgie? Cuz you know you can't handle this shit."

Unfortunately for him, Georgie's ashes were already half-way out the door. She glared at the shadows of the bar, and then turned to the two men beside her. Dean had a gun pointed at one of the groups of demons, and Sam had picked up a bar stool.

"Well, look at Tonto and the Lone Ranger. You boys ready to follow me home, now?"

"What are you?" Dean demanded.

"Just a girl looking for a drink, and maybe a round or two in the sheets. Other than that, I'm five by five, yo."

"What?"

"You come with me, you get the whole story. Course, you gotta explain the concealeds and why you picked a demon bar to hang out in."

"What?" Sam snapped.

"You got booze there, slayer?" Dean grinned back at her.

"Some."

"Sounds like a deal."

"Good."

"I'll drive."