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How I wish that there were moreFaith clutched the paper in her hands, her body rigid with sudden tension. "Shit, shit, Fuck!" she swore, flinging her self backwards on the bed in her rage. Faith had tried so hard to keep off the legal radar, and here was a document saying she existed, and had been in Las Vegas on May 24 2004.
"No we're not screwed Faith, let's not get ahead of ourselves here." Dean calmed her down. "We'll just go down to the court house, or something. Get them to dot Is and cross Ts and get this thing annulled."
"Yeah, yeah," Faith pulled herself together, getting over her shock. Now she just had to pretend that was what she cared about, the fact she was married. If she hadn't had had Detective Kate Lockley on her tail, trying to stick her ass back in a Californian jail, Faith would have just found the fact she'd married the cute guy beside her, amusing.
"You're right, except it's Saturday morning and the courthouse won't open till Monday." Faith pointed out to Dean, handing the certificate back to Dean so he could put it in his jacket pocket again. "We're married all weekend pal."
"Do you still wanna get breakfast?" Dean offered her. "I'm still keen on taking you out to eat." He picked his trousers off the floor.
Faith sat up. Why was Winchester getting dressed? "I thought we were just about to get it on?" she said disappointed, sounding like a child who'd just been told their trip to the circus had been cancelled.
"Hell, aren't you kinda paranoid, it will screw up the annulment if we bang pelvises?" Dean voiced nervously. "I know I am."
Faith put her hand on his stomach, just above his groin. "I won't tell if you don't." she whispered, in her most seductive voice.
"I never kiss and tell." Dean promised Faith, startled at her horniness. "But I've kinda lost the mood." He gave a yelp of surprise, as Faith pulled on his shoulder and pushed him backwards.
"I can fix that." Faith assured him.
She was so strong, Dean found himself startled by her power once more. Faith pushed him down hard on the bed, and began to suck and lick her way down his chest. Dean could only dream and pray, her internal muscles were as good as her external one. He winced as she touched his bruised rib cage, from her CPR the night before.
Being more careful of his bruises, Faith began to move lower even down his body. Dean groaned in surprised delight, as Faith took him in her mouth and began to suck in earnest, moving her mouth up and down, using her hand to bring him to life.
"This is a great start to married life." he quipped, stroking her hair.
She gave a muffled chuckle and kept going. God, her jaw muscles were as strong as her arms, she was talented at this and no mistake. Her long hair fell over his hip tickling him and Dean ran his hands through it gently. God the girl was too good. Dean sat up and gently raised her off him.
"Don't wanna waste that tooth brushing." Dean told her, bringing his mouth onto hers warmly.
Faith kissed him back enthusiastically, sitting astride his lap, and let him bring her slowly to an orgasm, with his gentle steady hands.
Dean reached for the condom packet and pulled the rubber it contained over his erect cock, carefully positioning Faith above him.
She lowered herself on him and looked into his green eyes. Dean was definitely the most handsome guy she had ever been with. Faith decided, as she slowly raised herself up and down upon him. It was surprising he wasn't more of a bastard. Good looking guys often were, in her experience.
Dean was finding Faith too good, her moves too skillful. Even reciting the alphabet backwards wasn't working for him. Faith noticed the conflicting emotions, start to war on his face.
Faith bit her lip in exasperation, as he came shuddering, with a groan. Dean touched her cheek embarrassed. "Sorry, sorta thought I'd last longer than that."
"No biggie." Faith sighed, shrugging the incident off. "I kinda need to be somewhere this morning anyway."
Faith got up and started to pull on her underwear from a suitcase. Her bra and panties were patterned with a sexy leopard print that Dean found reminiscent of a stripper. Then Faith pulled a black, cool wool trouser suit over it. The May Las Vegas heat was fierce. She tied her hair up in a bun and put on glasses. She would have looked almost conservative, if she hadn't had been displaying way too much cleavage. Not that Dean could complain about it. He liked the view.
Dean began to get dressed as well. He glanced at Faith again, surprised at the glasses. Her vision had seemed so good.
"Are you long sighted or short sighted?" Dean checked.
"Oh both, one in each eye," Faith lied. The glasses were an attempt at disguise, anything to throw Kate Lockley off her trail.
Faith looked for the pair of earrings; she remembered she had thrown them in her handbag last night. She snickered and held out a wedding ring for Dean to see. It was too large for her ring finger.
"I think mine must have rolled off the bed." Dean said looking round. He spotted it and squatted down to pick it up. "Here it is." The ring was too big for him as well.
"So have breakfast with me?" he pleaded with Faith. He was worried she might not want to have anything to do with him, after his prematurity in bed. "I have to kill time till eleven."
Faith put on her make up quickly. "That was handy for you, having a previous engagement so you could flick me at eleven."
Dean looked guilty. Faith laughed at his discomfort. "Hey I don't care lover. I have an appointment at ten o'clock myself. So yeah, bring on the eggs sunny side up."
They walked down to the nearest diner and had breakfast together. Dean poured sugar in his coffee and stirred it. "So what's your appointment?" Dean asked her.
"My firm is thinking of contracting, to the United States Army." Faith explained, drinking her tea. Her Boston Irish family had always been big tea drinkers, those that weren't raging alcoholics. Faith wasn't sure sometimes, what camp she fell into. "I'm in town till Tuesday, sorting out the details."
"I'm at a game hunter's convention here." Dean shared, thinking that was the best way to describe the demon hunters' convention he was attending. "It's kinda interesting. I'm here with my Dad. It lasts till Tuesday as well."
"Coincidence," Faith smiled at him. She thought about her conferences with the army and the CIA, talking about contracting Slayers to do work for them. The formal dinner was going to be gruesome tonight, everyone talking about hell dimensions, demon killing and their application to the war on terror. Everyone was married, except twenty three year old her it seemed. Hold on, Faith was now married, but she could hardly bring Dean as her date.
Faith stole a piece of bacon off Dean's plate. "Guess you've got some fancy do lined up tonight? I know my lot's having a party."
"Yeah, and it's freaking boring, all of my Dad's hunting buddies will be getting hammered." Dean told her sadly, thinking on how pathetic it was that at only twenty five, he was going to be stuck all night in a room full of drunken middle aged men talking about evil monsters. "Hardly any women will be there, none as pretty as you."
"You are a real charmer Dean." Faith laughed flattered, eating her toast. "My party is gonna be kinda boring too, the small talk will be work, work, work. Soldiers give me the creeps as well."
"How come?" Dean asked curiously, spearing his bacon.
"Uniforms remind me of prison." Faith said carelessly. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Which I visited once in college, as part of a Social Sciences course," Faith elaborated. Shit, Faith thought, she had to watch herself.
"Well the mutual solution to our problem, would be to go out to a show together." Dean suggested. "Unless you wanna gamble? I'm not very good at cards." he lied shamelessly.
"Me neither." Faith lied as well. "Slot machines are boring too. What do wanna see?"
Dean grabbed a paper from the next table. "Hey there's a cabaret on Count Dracula."
"Oh Christ no," Faith shuddered in revulsion, at the thought about sitting through two hours of jokes and songs about vampires. That was too much like work. "Um the concept of vampires is scary to me." She lied through her teeth. "I just don't like the sight of blood."
"But you're a pest exterminator." Dean said puzzled. "You must see heaps of dead animals."
"Um no, I'm just the girl in the office making deals." Faith fibbed again.
"You must be pretty important in your company huh?" Dean said impressed.
He went on reading the options. "Well we don't want to go on the 'Haunted Vegas' tour, that's definite. Um I don't believe in that shit," Like he wanted to have to risk suddenly needing to exorcise something, on his Saturday night off.
"No way," Faith agreed emphatically with him, unknowingly thinking along the same lines. She looked down at the paper. "Ooh … 'The Tribute to Frank, Sammy, Joey, and Dean'. Star Theater includes dinner, starts at 8.15. Let's go to that."
"Rat-pack, yeah why not? Shall I pick you up from your motel room at 7.45? We could walk there." Dean suggested. "Give me your cell phone number."
"Yeah, sounds a plan," Faith handed him one of her business cards. She looked at the time on her cell phone, "Gotta go."
Faith walked briskly over to the building she was attending the meetings in. Her cell phone beeped. Faith looked down at her screen. "NOW YOU HAVE MY NUMBER, DON"T STAND ME UP! DEAN"
Faith chuckled and bumped into the Finns. The most revolting cutesy married couple in existence, in her opinion. Faith went in the lobby of her building with the Finns and immediately started talking bidding prices.
Dean walked down to the conference centre, the Demon Hunter's convention was being held in. This morning's seminar was Poltergeists: 'hazards and dispatching methods'. Dean knew his father had been disappointed that Dean had refused to attend this morning's breakfast seminar, on the various sub species of Wendigo.
When he was a teenager Dean had loved this shit, because he had had his brother Sammy with him. Sammy was probably going to some frat party tonight, Dean supposed. Still life wasn't all bad for Dean; He actually had a prearranged date for Saturday night. Course she was his wife, but it was still a date right?
Dean supposed Faith would screw him again as well. Hopefully he'd last longer this time.
Faith sat bored in her meeting, doodling little vampires and teeth on her brief sheet. Her mind went to Dean, she was certain they'd fuck after the show. Hopefully he'd last longer this time. Her problem was she was too damn hot, for guys to control themselves. She sniggered to herself.
"Anything you want to share Miss Lehane?" the general speaking, asked her offended. The general had thought his proposal quite a reasonable one.
"No, no. I'm good." Faith apologised, she grinned to herself again, and she was very good indeed.
Detective Kate Lockley lay dejected on her bed in her hotel room in Cleveland, Ohio. She had just missed Faith Lehane again. It was her mission in life to bring Faith Lehane to justice. Kate just knew the government was turning a blind eye to Lehane's escape. Kate was going to get Lehane one day, Kate just had to bide her time.
Agents Green and Firn of the FBI credit card fraud division stepped onto the tarmac at the Las Vegas airport. They were going to find the notorious duo of John and Dean Winchester. The Winchesters had racked up over one hundred thousand dollars between them, in credit card fraud during the last five years. There were laws against that kind of thing. Green and Firn had arrived in Las Vegas to enforce them.
