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Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for the reviews
Supernatural
We didn't…did we?
Well, I was wrong it only took one day for Dean and me to start bitching each other out. After a week on the road we were in Philly. I went out to get food and when I came back Sam was reaching for his coat and Dean was lying on the bed watching TV.
"Where are you going Sammy?"
"I can't be in the same room with him. He's pissing me off. I'm getting my own room."
"What did you do?" I asked Dean who just smiled in response.
"He's an ass! I'll see you two in the morning."
"Wait Sam, here take some food."
"What'd you get?"
"We're in Philadelphia what do you think I got?" I laughed at their blank expressions, "Cheese steaks and Tasty cakes idiots."
"Thanks." Sam grabbed his and walked out.
I threw Dean his food and sat on his bed crossed legged in front of him. He continued to lay there and pretend he didn't see me.
"What did you do to him?"
"I just made a few comments and he got all defensive."
"Sam doesn't get defense very easily so you had to have said something inappropriate."
"All I said was that he needed to get laid immediately because his broody facial expressions where pissing me off."
"You can't say that to a guy who just lost his girlfriend you heartless prick!" I yelled.
"I was kidding around chill out. We were really talking about dad and as usual we were disagreeing he got mad and left."
"Dean, you know I love John right?"
"Yeah," He mumbled through a mouth full of food.
"He can be wrong sometimes too. He's not god, far from it."
"Tempest I don't want to get into this with you. So just shut up and watch the Lifetime movie."
"Why are you watching a Lifetime movie?"
"It was either this is Mr. Rogers."
"Aw did you hear that Fred Rogers actually died!"
"Yeah, like two or three years ago, T.J."
"…It's still sad."
"Come on let's go a bar I'm bored."
"Should we ask Sam to come?"
"Let him drown in his own self pity."
10 shots, 12 beers, 5 full glasses of vodka and tequila mix Dean and I had to call Sam to come get us. He had to walk to the bar and then drive us back. When Dean and I stumbled into the room he fell on top of me in bed. He was looking down at me and smiling. I couldn't help it I leaned up and kissed him. We started making out passionately. Next thing I knew the sun was in my eyes and my head was pounding. Memories of kissing Dean last night ran through my head causing me to sit up quickly which was of course a bad idea.
"Shit…" I looked next to me and saw I was alone but I was wearing sweat pants and one of Dean's shirts.
"Shit…shit this is so not good."
"Actually I thought it was awesome." Dean said emerging from the bathroom in boxers.
"We didn't…did we? Oh god, tell me we didn't. Please this has to be a nightmare."
I slammed my head back into my pillow and screamed. Dean started laughing, he came over and put a hand on my back but I pulled away quickly and jumped out of bed another bad decision.
"Hey calm down Tempest, we didn't do anything we haven't done before."
I breather a sigh of relief, "All we did was make-out?"
"Yeah, then you passed out and I changed you out of your clothes."
"Oh thank god!"
"Hey, I take this as a major blow to my ego you passed out while we were making out. I was giving some of my best tongue moves. I mean I swirled, twirled, pushed, and played for dominance…"
"Oh my god you have to stop speaking!" I threw my hands up to my head.
"Jesus, are you seriously in a lot of pain?"
"No I'm holding my head on for dear life because I think its fun." I said my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Come here…"
He patted the space in between his legs and without even thinking I crawled onto the bed and sat in between them. He took his index and middle fingers and pressed them to my temples.
"Dude, that hurts like a bitch!" I jumped at his touch.
"Oh shut up you're fine. Just relax and think of something happy. Think about last night and how great my tongue felt in your mouth."
"That's it." I started to get up but he pulled me back down.
"Okay, okay I'm sorry. I'll stop."
"Well, I doubt that but my head is killing me so continue."
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
"Yeah, I remember the drinks, laughing a lot, then I do remember us making out but after that it's all black."
"So you do remember us making out?"
"I believe I just said that."
"Was I good?"
"As good as you were in junior high."
I said in a weird goofy voice I didn't realize I had. Dean smiled down at me and gave me this look.
"Shut up Dean."
"I didn't say a word…"
"Good keep it that way."
"You were awesome too you know." Dean stated after about a five minute silence.
"I've worked in three strip clubs in the past four months I know a few things."
"Want to share what you've learned?" He asked hopefully.
"Not on your life you freak."
"Oh come on don't you want to kiss me again?"
"Not unless I'm drunk."
"That can be arranged."
"Dude, I can't talk to you when you're in flirt mode. Go get your brother and plan our next hunt I'll be in the shower."
