Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam
Author's Note: Hey guys i'm soryr i haven't updated in a while i've had like seven different plot lines for different stories swimming in my head. so thanks for you patience!
That's so not fair!
"Sam, did you find anything else for us to hunt?" I asked while typing on my laptop.
"Yeah, I think so. In Georgia there's been a series of murders for about five years now, all happening on the first week of October."
"So we're going to Georgia then, let's pack up." Dean jumped off his bed and started packing.
Sam was loading some bags in the car, I was packing up my laptop, and Dean was watching me from the end of one of the beds. I turned around and looked at him curiously.
"What?"
"You're extremely sexy you know that?"
"Dude, you're weird. I'm packing up my computer how can that be sexy?"
He didn't answer instead he stood up, walked over to me, and brushed his lips against my ear.
"Are you regretting teasing me yet?" He whispered harshly.
He grabbed my ass and started walking out the door. I stared wide eyed at him, grabbed my bag, and followed him outside.
"That's so not fair!"
"All fair in love and war darling." He called over his shoulder.
"Oh really? Let's make a bet."
"Oh no…" Sam mumbled upon hearing my proposal.
We all piled into the car and as Dean started it up he looked at me through the rear view mirror.
"What kind of bet?"
"I bet you that I can last longer without giving into sexual desires then you can."
"Elaborate."
"Okay well if you kiss me before I kiss you, I win. If I kiss you before you kiss me, you win."
"Ah, so it's a game of self control?"
"Pretty much."
"I'm in. What do I get if I win?"
"Hm…If you win I'll buy you a round of beer at whatever local bar we're near."
"And if you win?"
"Oh I'm sure I can think of something for you to do for me."
I leaned towards his ear and lightly blew into it. I could tell I was getting to him but he wasn't about to show it.
"Fine, deal."
"This is going to be interesting," Sam laughed.
We made it to Georgia in a day and a half. Sam was researching on his laptop, I was looking through the paper, and Dean was trying to listen in on people's conversations at the first bar we reached.
"Okay, I found a connection," Sam announced an hour later.
"Which is?" Dean asked impatiently.
"Calm down, I was getting to that; it seems that all the victims were men about 17 or 18 on the varsity basketball team at the local high school called John Adams."
"That's weird."
"I agree, we should look into the history off all the varsity basketball players in the last five years and see if any have died."
While Sam and Dean discussed when they would get to the library I slipped off my shoe and started to slide my foot up Dean's jean clad leg. He eyes widened and turned to look at me. I just smirked as my foot started to rub him. I felt him getting hard so I took my foot back and into my shoe. I grabbed my beer and took a long gulp; I looked back at Dean and winked at him.
"This bet is getting harder and harder isn't it?" I whispered in his ear, "Oh wait that's you getting harder and harder."
I was cracking up as Dean tried to readjust himself. Sam was looking between ua confusedly until he looked at Dean.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" He yelled getting up to get another beer.
