Women and Winchesters
I do not own any of the things you recognize (aka Dean and Sam). I do own Erin, Mary, and Holly though.
Chapter 6
Dean had just walked up the stairs and entered the bar. He scanned the room, spotting Sam and Mary in the corner sitting on the couch, a little close.
"My plan's working and I didn't even have to do anything. Hah! I'm good," he thought.
"Hey sweetie," a woman's voice said.
Dean turned a blonde haired-blue eyed girl had come towards him.
"What's going on," she asked as she circled him. He followed her with his eyes.
"Want to come join me for a drink?" she asked, as she stopping in front of him.
He looked at her.
"Sam can take care of himself. Plus he's in public and I killed the evil ass downstairs," he thought.
"Sure," he said.
She grabbed his hand and brought him downstairs.
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"Something's wrong here," Dean thought as he pulled the girl's top off.
In the time it took to walk down a flight of stairs, Dean had found out her name was Holly, had his favorite leather jacket and white tee torn off and thrown across the room, his shoes kicked off, belt undone, and pants half off.
"Wait," he said as Holly went to finish undressing him.
"What," she asked, sounding 100 more innocent then she was 30 seconds ago.
"I'm not sure," he said, looking completely confused.
He sat on the couch, deep in thought.
Holly sat next to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong Dean?"
He looked at her. Something wasn't right. Something was off.
"I've got to go," he said as he stood up and started putting his pants back on.
She stood up and turned him toward her. He zipped his pants and looked at her.
"Shit," he thought, "This can't be happening again."
"Cristo," he said.
She flinched.