"Hey, you up for some fun?" I asked after pulling one of Sam's earbuds out of his ear.
"Fun?" Sam asked, his brows furrowing together as he pulled his other earbud out.
"Yeah, you know, doing something that brings you joy, puts a smile on your face, and encourages laughter," I said as I sat down at the table across from him. Sam gave me a look as if he didn't find my sarcasm funny and I continued, "It's been quiet for a week now. Let's go out and just relax."
"If you wanna go out to the bar, that's more Dean's scene," Sam replied, putting an earbud back in.
"I'm not talking about going to the bar," I sighed, pulling his earbud out again. "Well, there is a bar there, but that's not what we'll be there for."
"Are you going to cut to the chase anytime soon or am I supposed to guess?" Sam asked, giving me an exhausted look.
"Let's go to Dave and Busters," I smiled widely.
"Dave and Busters?" Sam looked about as confused as a fart in a fan factory.
"It's an arcade for adults. You've never been there before?" I asked in shock. Sam shook his head and I knew I wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. "Pack for a night," I told him before standing up from my chair. "The closest is a little over four hours away. So we'll stay in Kansas City for the night,"
I ran off down the hall, heading for Jack's room, knowing damn well if Sam hadn't been there before, Jack definitely hadn't. "Pack a bag, Jack!" I said excitedly as I walked into his room.
"What for?" He stood up from his bed, walking over to grab a duffel bag on the floor.
"We're going to go be kids for a day," I smiled and he quickly smiled back. "Get ready to have some fun, Jack Jack."
I walked out of Jack's room to head to my room to pack, noticing Sam was now in his room packing a bag. "Hey, where's Cas?"
"He's with Duma," Sam replied as he zipped up his bag. I nodded before walking off and heading to Dean's room.
"Hey, I'm stealing Sam and Jack away for the night. You wanna come?" I asked, leaning against his door frame.
"Only if you come first," I heard him mutter under his breath.
"I heard you," I said, tilting my head to the side and rolling my eyes at him.
"Where are you going?" he asked as he stood up from his desk.
"Kansas City," I replied and Dean narrowed his eyes at me, I could see the hamster wheel turning. "We're going to Dave and Busters."
"Am I going to have to ride alone again since you always steal my brother and Jack?" he questioned me, crossing his ankles as he leaned against the desk.
"Not my fault they like Diane more," I shrugged, which earned an eye roll from Dean. "Look, I'll ride in Baby if you sanitize that backseat," I offered.
"Deal," he agreed without fighting me on it.
"She's all ready," Dean smiled, standing up from the back seat of Baby as Jack, Sam, and I entered the garage. "Put the bags in the trunk and let's hit the road."
"Did you," I paused, taking in the scent of the car as I climbed in behind the driver's seat, "Polish the seats?"
"You can't clean leather and not condition it," Dean replied as he sat in his seat in front of me. "What kind of monster do you think I am?" he smirked at me in the review mirror.
We had been in the car for an hour and Dean had a heavy foot on the accelerator. He had taken every curve without letting off the gas sending either Jack or me flying across the back seat and into one another. I glared at him in the mirror after what felt like the twentieth time. I could see the humor in his eyes every time he did it and I knew he was doing it either for pure entertainment or to tease Jack, who hadn't been the smoothest on hiding his crush on me. Dean took a sharp right turn sending Jack into my side on the slick leather seat. "I'm so sorry Jackie," Jack apologized, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink for the fiftieth time.
"It's okay, sweetheart," I grinned at him sympathetically and patted his shoulder.
"Gotta get gas," Dean announced as he took the off ramp. Again, he took the right turn basically at full speed and Jack slammed into my side. I gave Dean a death glare in the rear view mirror and he quirked an eyebrow at me as if to challenge me to say something.
Dean pulled up to a pump at the gas station and Sam offered to go inside for drinks and snacks for everyone and pay for the gas. Jack slid out of the backseat, following Sam into the gas station as Dean and I made eye contact in the mirror again. "You're awful," I told him, trying to hide my urge to smile with an eyeroll.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Dean shrugged, putting an arm on the back of the bench seat and looking at the gas station.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," I scolded him as I leaned on the back of his seat with my arms. "Stop teasing the poor kid."
"I'm pleading the 5th," Dean quipped back, darting his clear green eyes to mine as I rested my chin on my arms that were crossed on the back of his chair. He shifted in his seat, looking at the front of the car and dropping his arm from the back of his seat to rest on his thigh.
I slid my right hand over his shoulder slowly, shifting onto the edge of my seat so my lips could reach his ear. My hand roamed over his chest and I heard Dean take in a sharp breath as my hand grazed over his left nipple before pinching it tight between two fingers, "Stop teasing Jack or I'll rip this clean off your chest, capeesh?" Dean nodded his head quickly before groaning out his agreement. I released his nipple, patting at the irritated flesh softly and catching Sam and Jack walking out of the door of the station to gas Baby up. I let my hand wander over his body, down over his stomach, dangerously close to the waistband of his low slung jeans. I could feel the muscles of his stomach twitch as his breath sped up slightly. "It's not nice to tease," I breathed as I slid my hand back up his chest, my lips brushing against the crest of his ear, "now is it, Mr. Winchester?" I asked seductively before sitting back in my seat as Jack and Sam rounded the car to climb in after filling up the tank. Dean's eyes were no longer the bright green that held that boyish charm when he locked eyes with me in the rear view mirror, they were a darker shade of green that burned into my soul and let me know this wasn't over.
The rest of the drive had been uneventful and I assumed that my little threat to Dean's nipples had changed his tune. We pulled into the hotel I had booked for the night and I went in to get the key while the boys grabbed the bags from the car. "This place is a little upscale from the normal," Sam said as he walked in from the parking lot.
"I figured I'd splurge a little for our R&R trip," I shrugged, handing him a key for our room. "Room 706." Sam nodded, taking the card and heading for the elevator with Jack.
"Here," Dean grumbled out as he walked into the lobby, throwing my bag into my arms and stalking off past me to the elevators.
"Thanks," I rolled my eyes. "Room 706," I shouted out at him as he walked ahead of me, opting for the stairs instead of the elevator. "You're really going to climb seven floors?" Dean stopped in front of the door of the stairs, lulling his head back and staring at the ceiling for a moment before walking straight into the elevator that had just opened. "Oh joy," I mumbled under my breath as I walked in and pushed button number seven.
As soon as the elevator doors closed I was pinned against them, Dean pushed against my back as he caged me in place with his arms at either side of my body. "Don't even act like you're the frustrated one here," he growled before pushing off of the doors and leaning against the wall behind him. I tried to steady my breathing as the cart came to a stop at our floor and when the door opened Dean was gone. "Dibs on the shower," Dean grumbled as he walked into the room ahead of me and I prayed that he somehow would rinse away that attitude before our night was ruined.
"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked as I threw my bag next to his on the bed.
"I think he's pissed because I threatened to rip off his nipple if he kept messing with Jack the rest of the drive here." Sam's brows furrowed as he tried to think of what I was talking about and Jack looked up at me. "He was practically tossing us on each other in the backseat. I think it was his payback for me making him clean it," I answered the unasked question. Sam nodded just as I heard the shower turn on.
"He ribs the people he cares about," Sam sighed as he laid down on the bed and clasped his hands together on his stomach. "He plays pranks on me all the time."
"So he's an overgrown child?" I cut him off.
"I'm not going to argue with you there," Sam chuckled.
I grabbed my makeup bag and walked over to the unoccupied desk, deciding that I would do my makeup while Dean was in the bathroom. Jack and Sam had fallen asleep by the time I finished my giving my eyes a perfect 50s Pinup, winged eye and painted my lips a victory red. I ran my fingers through my beach waves to untangle the mess it had become when Dean was driving with the window down and decided my hair and face were about as good as they were going to get. I walked over to the bathroom door, trying to figure out if Dean was still in the shower or if he'd catch me changing if I changed in the hallway outside the bathroom. I could hear that the water was still running and decided I had a shot of changing before Dean came out of the bathroom or Jack and Sam woke up. I grabbed my black, cropped, flowing, spaghetti strapped tank, army green button down, and dark wash skinny jeans before heading back to the hallway to undress quickly. The shower water was still running and I was buttoning my pants when I heard it. "Oh God." The moan had definitely come from the bathroom. I froze in my spot, clad in only jeans and my strapless black bra as my mind raced with the naughty images of what was happening in that shower. Another low groan of pleasure escaped through the closed bathroom door and I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm my heated blood.
I threw my tank top on, grabbing my dirty clothes from the floor and stuffing them back in my bag before sliding my green button down on and imagining how great that color would look on Dean, knowing it would only intensify the green in his eyes. "Stop it," I mumbled to myself, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head to try to erase the image of Dean's beautiful green eyes from my mind. I sat in the chair at the desk, throwing on a pair of socks before putting on my boots and grabbing a room key. I needed to get out of this room and get some fresh air.
I was walking to the hotel door when the bathroom door opened. I kept my eyes down, staring at the ground as I passed. "Where are you going?" Dean asked as I sped past without looking at him.
"For a walk, wake the boys and tell them we're leaving in ten," I said without looking at him.
"You alright?" I heard him ask, but I was already out of the door. I damn near ran down the hallway to the elevators. I stabbed at the down button for what felt like a million times before the doors finally opened. I glanced down the hallway towards our room, making sure no one was trailing me before climbing into the cart and pressing the button for the lobby.
I took a deep breath as I took a step outside into the crisp fall air. The sun was still high in the sky and I welcomed the warm sensation on my skin. My mind was still racing as I walked along the sidewalk. Dean was definitely attractive, his broad shoulders, sculped arms, firm chest, and chiseled jaw. The man was born to grace the cover of GQ, but here he was, living this less than glamorous life we lived. He knew he was attractive and normally that would've been a complete turn off like it had been in the past, but for some reason the cocky shit was somehow attractive in a boyish way. Cocky. Cock. Fuck, I was thinking about his cock again. Son of a bitch. Why?! Why was he having this effect on me. It had to be my lack of a sex life for months. I needed to get laid, and stat! I needed to fuck my way past this ridiculous attraction to Dean without actually fucking Dean. The last thing I wanted to do after acquiring this little hunting family, was to complicate matters with crossing a line with one of them. I had accepted the fact that this little group was actually wiggling itself into my heart. I'd never admit that to any of them. Well that's a lie, I'd probably admit it to the giant one. I looked up as I rounded the corner back to the front of the building and spotted said giant standing at the entrance of the hotel. I took a few steps back, backing up against the wall out of his sight to allow myself a few more minutes of pondering.
"Hey," Sam's voice said softly as he rounded the corner to find me. "Everything ok?"
"Yeah, just needed some fresh air," I shrugged.
"Then why did you turn back around when you seen me?" he called me out and I stood there stunned as I looked up at him. "You can't bullshit a bullshitter, Jay."
"I need to get laid," I groaned.
"Um, ok," Sam replied, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Is this your corner?"
"Real funny, Legs," I replied with a less than amused look.
"Hey, you're then one hugging to the corner of a building," he joked.
"Smartass," I muttered. "Is the pretty boy crew ready to go?"
"The boy band is ready if you are," Sam smiled and held his hand out to gesture me to get my ass moving.
The look of sheer wonder in Jack's face made the four and a half drive worth every second. His eyes roamed the large space filled with a hundred different arcade games in it with a sparkle in his young eyes. The same look was plastered all over Dean's face as I handed him and the other two men their cards full of tokens. "Have fun boys," I smiled before heading for the bar to grab a drink.
"Aren't you going to play with us?" Jack asked, jogging to catch up to me.
"Yes, but first, booze," I winked. "I'll come find you after I get a drink." With that, Jack ran off to catch up with the brothers who were already playing a shooting game. Go figure. I rolled my eyes, of course they'd find the shooting games first, as if they didn't get enough of that in their daily life. I placed my order for a Stella with the bartender as I watched Dean smile widely as their game ended, sure he had probably won. The bartender came back with my drink and I walked over, patting Jack on the back, "Let's go hit up the air hockey table." Jack nodded before following me towards the back of the room where the large air hockey table was. I sat my beer in the cup holder that was fastened to the table before walking over to the other side to show Jack what to do. "Okay, so these are your strikers, There will be a large puck that falls out of that and the goal is to get the puck past me and into this little slot here," I instructed him. "There will be a ton of little ones that fall as well, but the big puck is the one that gets you the most points."
"Can we play too?" Sam asked as he walked up behind us.
"Sure, you're on my team," I called dibs on him before swiping my card to start the game and walking to the side opposite of Jack and Dean.
Between my experience playing the game and Sam's long arms, we whooped their asses and I couldn't help but do my little victory dance. Jack took off in a rush without saying a word and Sam gave me a worried look before heading off after the youngest crew member. "Who's doing the teasing now?" Dean smirked as he rounded the table to stand in front of me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, furrowing my brows at him as I took a gulp of my beer.
"You gave the poor kid a woody with that little performance," Dean raised an eyebrow at me and I nearly choked on my drink.
"W-what? My victory dance?" I was stumped. It was no where near sexy, more like me wiggling my hips and fist pumping the air before shooting finger guns at the opposing team. Hell, I had danced more risky at the bar with him way back when, so I had no idea what the hell Dean was talking about.
"When you bend over you can see straight down your shirt. I like the black lace," he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Pig," I scoffed at him before turning on my heels and heading off to find another game to play.
"Hey, I didn't dress you," he said, catching up to me.
"Thank God for that, I prefer not to go out in stripper gear," I shot back at him as I stopped in front of the skeeball machines.
"Why do you assume I only like,"
"Skanks?" I cut him off, "You aren't the first womanizing hunter I've worked with, Dean. And when you've met one, you've met them all."
"Ouch," he mocked pain, clutching a hand to his chest.
"Oh don't act offended. It doesn't look good on you," I rolled my eyes, swiping my card to release the balls.
"So you prefer me cocky?" Dean asked as he followed my lead and started his own game.
"Doesn't matter," I shrugged.
"And why's that?" he asked after rolling a ball down the lane and scoring a fifty.
"Because we are coworkers and it's better not to mix business with pleasure," I answered him honestly.
"Well, we're off the clock now," he suggested. And I couldn't help the chuckle that let loose.
"We live together, that can get quite messy."
"Not if we keep it casual," he shrugged.
"Sex can only be casual when it's a one night stand. And I'm pretty sure us living in the same quarters would make that impossible," I argued back.
"So you'd be open to a one and done," Dean smirked, his eyes flashing that mischievous look. "We could always try."
"And let me stop being the challenge you are so intrigued in?" I said, putting a hand on my hip. "Where would the fun be in that?"
"Hey, guys," Sam's voice came from behind us.
"Hey," I turned around to face him and Dean did the same. "How's Jack?"
"Oh, ahh he just had to, um, relieve himself," Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"In a public restroom?" Dean chuckled out and I couldn't fight the instant urge to punch him in the arm, "Hey!" He grabbed at the point of impact, giving me a side-eye.
"Knock it off," I scolded him under my breath. "So I'd suggest the hunting game, but I don't think I could shoot the moose so..." I trailed off looking at Sam and winking. "How about Pac-Man?"
.
"Prepare for the ass stomping of your life," Dean grumbled, still rubbing at his arm as he headed over to the oversized Pac-Man game that allowed four people to compete. I sat down at the red station, Sam at the blue, and Dean sat next to me at the yellow. We all swiped our cards and Jack came at just the right moment to join the game at the pink station. Dean would shove his shoulder into me as we played, trying to throw me off my game, but Sam had been the one to beat us all. After sulking for a moment Dean and Jack went off to find another game to play and Sam and I headed over to the Connect Four game.
We had played damn near every game in the place at least once before I spotted the claw machine. The child in me ran off from the boys, eager to see what prizes were inside. That's when I spotted it. A little moose. I had to get it. I spent the next thirty minutes and all the rest of my tokens trying to get the damn thing but couldn't do much more than move it around a little. Defeated, I decided it was time to head to the bar and wait for the boys to finish up their fun. A football game was playing on one of the TVs, a rerun, but still a game, so stayed in my spot, leaning against the bar and sipped on my beer. "So glad it's time for the boys of fall to start back up," A voice spoke from my right. I looked over to the man who had spoken and he flashed me a smile showcasing pearly whites.
"Football is definitely one of the many perks of the season," I replied to him and he stood up, walking a few chairs down to sit next to me.
"Name's Chris," he said as he held out his hand.
"Jackie," I introduced myself with a smile. He was attractive with tanned skin, a well groomed beard that matched his dark messy locks on top of his head, and ice blue eyes.
"So what brings you to a place like this all by yourself?" he asked. I hesitated to answer him, knowing that if I admitted that I was here with three guys, the chance of this interaction going anywhere would decrease significantly.
"Who says you can't have fun alone?" I smiled, taking a sip of my beer and angling my stance to face him more.
"Because there's always more fun to be had when with someone else," he replied, his hand resting on my forearm that had been resting on the bar and I couldn't deny the hidden message in his words.
"Well, I can't argue with you there," I answered, letting my voice drop slightly for a sexier tone. I took another sip of my beer and licked the excess from my lips, watching as his eyes flickered to watch my tongue before looking back up at me. I was just about to suggest we go find some fun somewhere a little more private, my need to get laid beating out my need to validate the guy, when his eyes glanced over my shoulder before looking back at me and snatching his hand off of my arm.
I felt him before he even touched me, "Hey babe, I was wondering where you went." I could feel his breath warm on my ear as his hand came around me to rest on my bare stomach under my crop top. I spun in place, his hand staying stationary and ghosting over my side as I spun. His hand found its resting place on my back, under my button up I was just about to glare at him when I realized just how close his face was to mine. He put pressure on my back, pulling me closer to him, his body flush against mine, "You ready to get out if here?" If he not been touching my bare skin, sending electricity through my body, I am certain I would've said something witty and pushed him away, but his fingers flexed against my lower back and I had to focus on not letting a groan escape my throat as his eyes bore into mine with an intensity so hot I thought for sure my panties had burst into flames. How in the hell did he do that? He went from a cheesy line slinging, nerdy, boy-man to a fucking straight up Adonis. The man was an enigma if I had ever met one. "Thanks for the drink," his deep voice mumbled out, sending a chill down my spine and then he was gone, my damn beer in his hand.
"You asshole!" I shouted over the loud music. I looked behind me and sure as shit, Chris was gone. Dean had not only managed to annihilate my ladybits, but he had also blown my chance at getting laid tonight to bits too. "Who gave you the right?!" I growled as I stomped my way over to Dean who was standing with Jack and Sam at a game that had a big bass over a wheel. I grabbed his arm, turning him around to face me, which caught the attention of the other two boys.
"It's just a beer, here you can have it," Dean said, holding my beer out to me.
I shoved his chest instead of taking the drink, "I don't care about the damn beer. What bothers me is you thinking you have the right to twat swat me."
"I assure you I did not do that," he paused, a grin spreading on his face. "I prefer to keep those kinds of activities for private."
"Dean," I growled out in warning. His smug smirk was really fueling the rage that was now burning through my veins and encouraging me to give him a good kick to the nuts.
"Hey Jay, I got you something," Sam smiled, positioning himself between Dean and I. He reached behind him, grabbing something from his back pocket before holding out the tiny stuffed moose I had been trying to get from the claw machine for him. "I seen you trying to get it earlier."
"I was trying to get it for you,"
"Well, I got it for you instead," Sam smiled. I took the small gift from him and let the rage Dean had risen in me, fade away.
"Thank you," I hummed out, giving Sam a wide smile before giving him a hug. "I love him, he shall be named Lil Legs!"
"Can we play this Mario Kart?" Jack shouted out, standing next to the game he had asked about.
"Only if you're buying," I smiled at the young man.
After another hour of the boys playing Mario Kart, Skeeball, and anything else that would give them tickets, we had finally made our way to the prize store. The boys hadn't accumulated very many tickets, Sam had decided he didn't want anything and Jack and Dean had raided the candy section to get their fill with what tickets they had. I looked around the area seeing a few things to purchase and told the boys I would meet them out front. I asked the clerk for assistance and gathered my items before heading to the counter to check out. What the boys didn't know is that I had over a hundred thousand tickets on my card. It was my guilty pleasure, the arcade, and I stopped by every Dave and Busters I passed when I had the chance. I walked out of the building, the three boys leaning against the wall, Sam checking his phone for any cases in the news I was sure, Jack digging through his small bag full of candy, and Dean throwing gummy bears in the air to catch them in his mouth. "I got you guys something," I said in a sing-song voice.
"That's not the kind of Teddy I like," Dean muttered out and I shot him a bitch-face.
"Jack, as your self appointed Aunt, I felt the need to get you your first teddy bear." I smiled, handing him the oversized teddy bear that I was sure we'd have one hell of a time getting into the car.
"I love it!" Jack smiled widely as he grabbed the bear around the neck and gave it a good squeeze.
"Moose, I figured this might help when taking your cat naps in the car." I pulled out the neck pillow with emojis and 'BFF' on it from the bag I was holding and handing it to him. He gave me a grin as he grabbed it from me and placed it around his neck. "And for you," I said turning to Dean and holding out a sucker.
"A sucker?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as he hesitantly took it from my outstretched hand.
"Well, they didn't have any blowup dolls so I figured the next best thing was a blowpop." I snorted. Dean rolled his eyes before stuffing the sucker in his pocket and pulling out his keys. We all followed his lead as he walked back to Baby, calling it a night and heading back to the hotel.
~.~
A month had passed, what seemed like a million road trips, hotels, and hunts and Lil Legs went with me everywhere. He was my little cuddle buddy and every time I pulled him from my bag before bed, Dean would scoff, "Aren't you too old of stuffed animals?" in which I would reply, "Don't be jealous he gets all my cuddles." Dean would roll his eyes and I would flip him the bird. It was an ongoing thing. So when Lil Legs went missing one night at the bunker I had nearly ripped my room apart in search for him.
"Have you seen my moose?" I asked, stopping in Dean's bedroom doorway.
"I'm sure Sam's in his room," he replied, not looking away from his horror flick on the tv.
"I'm talking about Lil Legs," I said, putting my hand on my hip.
"Do I look like a stuffed animal babysitter?" he said, giving me a side-eye and going back to his movie.
"No, you look more like you've killed a stuffy or two," I retorted.
"Guilty," he shrugged.
"If you laid a finger on Lil Legs, your ass is grass," I glared at him before heading off down the hallway to check Diane for my missing moose.
"Sam!" I shouted after returning from the garage moose-less.
"Yeah?" he stuck his head out from his bedroom door.
"Lil Legs is missing," I pouted.
"I haven't seen him," he said, opening his bedroom door wider for me to enter.
"I hope I didn't forget him at the last motel," I sighed.
"I'll get you a new one if you did," Sam replied, giving me a pat on the back before sitting down at his desk and reviewing more news articles on his laptop.
"You don't have to do that," I shrugged, walking back out of his room and heading for my room.
There he sat, perfectly placed on top of my pillow. I looked out in the hallway as if the culprit would be there, waiting to see my next move, but it was empty. "Find Lil Legs?" Dean's voice asked from behind me. I turned around finding him in his doorway, half eaten sandwich in his hand, cheeks full of food like the squirrel he was.
"He just magically appeared on my bed," I replied, narrowing my eyes at him in suspicion.
"Hmm," Dean shrugged, turning around and going back to the movie I could hear coming from his room.
I looked from his doorway to the moose sitting on my bed and knew that the son of a bitch was guilty. Little did Dean know he was in for it. Tease me, pick on me, fight with me, all you want, but don't fuck with my stuff.
Game on, Rocky.
~.~
"What are you doing?" Sam's voice came from behind me. I was currently filling all of the bottles of liquor and Dean's decanter with stale soda.
"Getting Dean back for taking my mini moose," I replied, sitting all the bottles in their rightful places on the mini bar cart.
"Jackie, this is a road you don't want to go down, believe me," Sam warned me. "This will be the start of a very long prank war and they never end well."
"Well, he's got another thing coming if he thinks he can screw with me and not get a little karma back," I stood up grabbing up the actual liquor I had poured in empty bottles I had stored over the past week. I walked past Sam, heading to my room to stash them away. Dean had left with Jack on an easy hunt. Jack was still learning the ropes when it came to hunting and since his powers hadn't fully restored, he was having to go about hunting the old fashioned way like the rest of us mortals.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Sam said as he walked into my room and sat down at my desk.
"I can handle anything he dishes out," I replied as I stuffed bottles into drawers that held my bras and underwear, knowing damn well Dean wasn't going to go in there.
"Itching powder is not fun," Sam admitted as he stared off as if remembering something.
"That's cruel," I chuckled. "But funny."
"It was not funny!" Sam groaned.
"We're back!" Dean called out from down the hallway, announcing their arrival home.
"Let the games begin," I smiled deviously and Sam just shook his head.
"What the in the shit?" Dean yelled out and I hurried to cover my mouth to stifle the laugh bubbling up my throat. I jogged down the hallway, rounding the corner to the war room and spotted Dean off in the distance, in the library, sniffing the glass of amber liquid in his tumbler. I hid myself behind a bookshelf, watching between the cracks as Dean sat the glass down on the table and picked up the decanter. He gave it a sniff, his nose wrinkling up in disgust before sitting it on the table next to his discarded glass. He picked up the vodka bottle on the bottom shelf of the cart, spinning the top open and giving it a sniff, "Citrus?" He held the bottle out, inspecting the label before shrugging his shoulders and taking a swig of the clear liquid. He looked like he was going to upchuck as he spewed the stale soda out of his mouth. "Is this fucking Sprite?" he mumbled to himself, slamming the bottle down on the table next to the other two failed liquor attempts. He grabbed the tequila bottle next and gave it a sniff. "Who the hell did this?!" he growled out as he looked around the room. I ducked quickly, trying so hard to keep my giggles from escaping, but I had failed. "Jackie!" Dean shouted, "I hear you giggling! Did you do this?" he asked as he rounded the bookshelf and looked down at me sitting on the floor. "Where's the real stuff? And don't you dare tell me you poured it all out," he interrogated me.
"What kind of monster do you think I am?" I asked innocently.
"The kind of monster that messes with perfectly good booze," Dean answered, "So basically, Satan."
"Not today," I smiled.
"Ha. Ha," he mock laughed, "Where's the alcohol?"
"In something you'll never get into," I smiled wider.
"So your pants," he answered, no amusement in his voice.
"Close," I chuckled, standing up from my spot on the floor.
"Well, then," he quirked an eyebrow, taking a step toward me and reaching for my waist. I stumbled back, colliding with the wall in my haste to get away from his touch. Then he was gone, running out of the library and through the war room.
Shit! I had given too much away. But he wouldn't go through my underwear drawers, right? Wrong! As I reached my bedroom, Dean was already wrist deep in lace, cotton, and silk. Fuck! "Dean!" I shrieked as I ran over to him, swatting at his intrusive hands.
He chuckled retrieving two bottles from the bottom of the drawer and holding them up in celebration. "And you can remember this day as the day I finally got into your panties," he smirked.
"That's about as close as you'll ever get," I said, throwing daggers at him with my eyes.
He leaned down to put his lips near my ear, "Go ahead and keep lying to yourself darlin'." He walked away, heading for the door and I let out a growl of frustration. "Oh," he stopped in he doorway, "The other two bottles." I let out another growl, opening another drawer and grabbing the other two bottles of liquor. I stomped over, shoving the bottles into his arms. "And just so you know," he paused, catching my eyes with his before giving me a smirk, "This means war, sweetheart."
~.~
"You two go ahead, I'll stay here and do some research," I told the brothers, grabbing my laptop from my bag. We had been trying to figure out what exactly was draining people of all their blood and also eating the hearts for two days now. I was certain we were dealing with a vamp and werewolf team up, but the boys had been adamant that there was no way. I was planning to search the surrounding areas for similar cases and even the whole country in hopes I could narrow down a suspect or suspects in my opinion.
The boys took off to go check out another body that had turned up overnight and I powered up my laptop, grabbing a beer while it loaded.
What the hell? Was that, was that moaning? I stood still trying to figure out which hotel neighbor was having an afternoon delight when I realized it was neither. Walking back over to my computer I turned it around to face me on the other side of the table. A man bending a woman over a table, his face buried deep between her thighs as the woman moaned in ecstasy. Exiting out of the browser only revealed another, this time the woman on her knees as the man thrust into her mouth, her hair wrapped tightly around his wrist. I pressed the X in the top right of the screen only to discover another scene, this time the man fucking the woman from behind as they both lay in bed, his hips thrusting lazily into her as he wrapped a hand lightly around her throat and his other hand gripping her hip tight. Clicking the X once more, I found another and then another page of explict fucking in various positions and scenarios. After closing out what felt like a hundred browser pages I had finally cleared out my desktop. Flustered and turned on, I attempted to do my research but couldn't focus as the images of all the porn flashed through my mind. Deciding to take a break, I headed to the shower and relieved myself of all my pent up sexual frustrations. Coming out of the shower fully refreshed and ready to tackle the research I had put off, I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the door only to find that Sam and Dean were back already.
"How was the research?" Dean smirked, knowing damn well what he had done.
"Refreshing," I quirked an eyebrow at him and shrugged a shoulder. "Thanks for that," I whispered out as I walked past him to get some clean clothes from my bag. I heard the soft groan that rumbled in his chest as I walked by him again, headed for the bathroom to get changed. If he wanted to get one up on me, he'd have to try much harder than that.
~.~
Guess who was right? This girl! It had been a vampire/werewolf couple. Who knew they could get along well enough to fall in love? I guess the saying opposites attract works for monsters as well, who knew?!
We had only been back home a few days before we were off to another hunt, this time in Kentucky. Campers were going missing and nothing left behind. We were almost certain from the news articles that we were more than likely dealing with a wendigo. I headed to the garage to put my things in Diane when Dean hopped in the shower. It was the perfect time to put my next plan into action. I apologized to Baby as I opened the passenger door, feeling immediate guilt for putting her through this. I grabbed Dean's case of cassettes, switching it with a box of tapes I had bought at a yard sale a few days ago. Only the best disco tracks on homemade mixtapes. I placed Dean's box in the front seat of the Firebird and closed up Baby as if no one had touched her. "Jack's coming," Sam said as he climbed the steps of the garage. "What are you doing?" he asked as I walked over and closed Diane's trunk.
"Just putting my things in the car," I answered, trying not to give away my master plan.
"We're not all going to ride together?" Sam asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Diane needs to feel some asphalt under her tires. She's been cooped up too long," I shrugged.
"Well, I'll ride with you and Jack can ride with Dean," Sam said and I opened my trunk for him to add his things to mine.
"We ready to go?" Dean asked as he and Jack entered the garage, bags slung over each of their shoulders. Dean popped the trunk of the Impala, throwing his and Jack's bag in before slamming it down and looking at Sam and I, "Well?"
"Yep, good to go," I replied, pulling my keys from my pocket and heading for the driver's side door.
"You're not riding with us?" Jack asked.
"Diane needs some fresh air," I smiled before climbing into Diane and feeling the slightest bit of guilt for Jack being submitted to my prank on Dean. We drove out of the garage, headed for the freeway when Dean pulled up next to us at an intersection light. The glare on his face proof enough that my prank had landed. Jack however, looked to be in heaven as his head bobbed along to the beat of Donna Summers' classic 'Last Dance'.
"What did you do?" Sam asked as I let out a laugh.
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently and Sam gave me an incredulous look. "I replaced all of Dean's rock classics with cassettes of disco hits."
"Oh God," Sam sighed, running a hand over his face. "Please tell me you have his collection in the trunk to give back to him at our first stop."
"Nope. They're safely stowed at the bunker."
"Great," Sam let out an another exasperated sigh. "This trip is going to be hell."
"He'll get over it."
"No, he won't. Which is why you are going to be paired with him during this hunt. I'm not dealing with an overly grumpy Dean," the look in Sam's eyes telling me he wasn't joking. "I didn't sign up for this war, therefore the fallout is on you."
~.~
"Where are they?" Dean growled from behind me.
"What?" I asked, pulling the nozzle off of the gas pump and placing it into my gas tank.
"Where's my music?"
"Safely in the bunker," I replied, looking up at him.
"That's just great," Dean grumbled before walking away, mumbling something under his breath that I couldn't make out.
~.~
The drive was long and I was exhausted. Sam got the keys to our room, requesting a rollaway bed for Jack since there was no couch for him to crash on. I changed in the bathroom as soon as we walked into the room and grabbed Lil Legs from my bag before getting the spare blanket off of the shelf above the closet in the room. "Goodnight, everyone," I yawned. I grabbed the covers on the bed, throwing them over to the other side of the bed for Sam before flinging myself down on the bed. It wasn't long after situating the soft blue blanket over my body, that sleep found me.
~.~
I was grateful I had packed the outfit I wore when playing FBI agent, because Sam had not been joking about pairing me with Dean. Generally, the boys played law enforcement while I did the research on cases, so this was the first time I had been required to look professional. After tucking the white button down into the waistband of my black pencil skirt, I put on the short black blazer that matched the skirt. I slicked my hair down to my head, pulling it up into a perfectly styled ballerina bun and put on my makeup. I slid my feet into the black heels Rowena had given me before exiting the bathroom.
"Agent," I acknowledged Dean, who was sitting at the end of his bed. Dean was lost in something on his phone, ignoring me, "Earth to Rocky!" Dean looked up this time, his eyes landing on my feet first and then slowly sliding up my body.
"Hi," he said after clearing his throat and pulling at his tied collar.
"We ready to go?" I asked, grabbing a small purse from my bag and stuffing my wallet, lipstick, phone, and FBI badge in it.
"Since you've turned Baby into Studio 57, I guess we should probably take your car," Dean said, standing up and straightening his jacket.
"Don't pout," I told him, walking up to the front of him and fixing his tie to be centered on his neck. "You'll be a changed man once you get inside her," I said suggestively as I ran my hand down his chest and stomach to smooth out his tie. Dean's eyes went from watching my hand to locking with mine, his mouth parted slightly. I took a step closer to him, our chests touching, and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, taking control and pulling myself up onto my tiptoes. Dean's eyes widened as my face got closer to his, his eyes fell closed as his mouth opened a little more and I brushed my cheek against his before whispering in his ear, "I promise I won't tell Baby if you enjoy it too much."
"You are a maddening woman, you know that?" Dean huffed out as I made my way to the door.
"Come on, Boy Blue, we've got work to do," I said, swinging the hotel door open and heading out to Diane. I opened the trunk, pulling at the back wall of it and my arsenal case slid out from it's hiding space. I flipped open the top of the case and grabbed my gun, sliding it into the back of my waistband and concealing it with my jacket. Next I pulled my hunting knife, slipping it into its holder on the inside of my jacket. I was closing the trunk when Dean finally came out from the room, walking up to the passenger side of Diane and watching me as I clicked the button on the remote to unlock the door.
"Keyless entry?" Dean asked as we both climbed in.
"Dad wanted the best for me. Or better yet, in his words, 'It's a dangerous world out there, I don't wanna risk you fiddling with keys, it makes you vulnerable,'" I mocked my father's voice as I started up Diane. "That was long before I begged him to take me hunting."
"Why would you voluntarily pick this life?" Dean asked, he shifted in his seat a little more to face me as I pulled out onto the road.
"Why not?" I shrugged.
"It's not exactly the glamorous life. Why give up a normal life for this?"
"Normal is boring," I replied, "And I was desperate to get closer to my Dad." I watched as Dean nodded his head slightly before moving to sit facing straight ahead. "I mean, If we weren't working on Diane, he was gone on hunts. My Mom was a hunter too, but she had given up the lifestyle when she got pregnant with me. She fought me when I begged Daddy to take me on a hunt. She wanted me to live the normal life, Dad just wanted me to do what made me happy. Their compromise was for me to wait until I turned 21. I think Mom was hoping I would find someone to settle down with within those three years between graduating high school and being able to legally drink." I paused, turning down the dirt road that led back into the wooded area that had became a crime scene last night. "And I did find someone, but sometimes love kills," I cleared my throat as the unwanted memories came flooding back. "He's really the reason I devoted my life to hunting. I originally just wanted to learn how to just to be close to my Dad. But after what he did..."
"Your parents?" Dean breathed out, I was sure he was curious as to what happened and the memory was one I didn't like to relive.
I pulled up to the ranger station, parking the car and shutting off the engine before clutching the steering wheel with a vice grip. "He killed her."
"Your Dad?"
"No, Jimmy Anders," I paused, "Dad and I were gone on a hunting trip and came back to a bloody mess. She got a few good licks in on him and he was severely hurt, but he had a gun and..." I trailed off, trying to steady my breathing and fight the tears that were brimming in my eyes. "He was bleeding out in the middle of our living room, mumbling something about how the love of his life told him he had to kill me."
"A siren," Dean shook his head.
"Yeah," I swiped at a tear that ran down my face.
"I'm sorry," Dean whispered, his hand gripping my knee slightly as a sign of support.
"Daddy and I tracked it down and killed it, but Dad lost it after that. Wouldn't let me go on hunts with him anymore. He pushed me away. And one day I got a call from Bobby that Dad wasn't going to make it back from the hunt," I placed my hand on top of Dean's, giving it a squeeze. "He just got self destructive after he lost Mom, but I'm guessing you know what that's like." Dean didn't reply, he just nodded his head, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to me. He pulled his hand from mine, giving me a nod of his head before getting out of the car and giving me a minute to pull myself together.
~.~
"So since the body has already been transported to the morgue, Agent Monroe and I are going to head there," Dean told the ranger that had taken us to the spot the body had been found hanging from a tree. "I've seen this before," Dean spoke low as we walked the trail back to the station where Diane was parked. "It's odd because they are more south than normal," he mused.
"Have any of the monsters we've tracked lately had a normal pattern?" I said, giving him a 'Come on, man' look.
"Touche,"
"So, generally wendigos don't leave behind anything so why this guy?" I asked.
"He must have pissed it off," Dean answered before climbing into the Chevelle.
Just like the trees around the area the victim had been found, the body had the same claw marks. "Was anything found on the body, Doc?" Dean asked the doctor who had shown us to the victim's body.
"Just the clothes he had on his back," the doctor answered just as I heard my phone start to vibrate before 'Oh, Me So Horny' blared from my purse. I froze. My face feeling flush as I dug around in the small bag in search of the offensive moaning and singing. The doctor looked at me in shock as I finally found the phone, silencing it immediately.
"I'm so sorry," I apologized, embarrassed even more than I had been when I fell in front of my whole high school during a peprally. I caught Dean out of the corner of my eye, desperately trying to hide the smirk on his face but his dimple gave it away. He caught my eyes on him and cleared his throat to compose himself as I narrowed my eyes at him. The fucker had gotten me good this time, I'd give him that, but the hell if I was going to let him get the upperhand in this battle.
~.~
The wendigo hunt had ended better than it began. Sam had paired back up with Dean to track the creature down after I had explained that if I had to go on the hunt with Dean that night, there was a good chance Dean would've been at the receiving end of my molotov cocktail instead of the wendigo.
"You know it's only going to get worse from here, right?" Sam asked me on our drive back home. "It's best to call it a truce now before someone gets hurt."
"A truce?" I mused. "Yeah, that could work," I nodded my head, Sam taking that as a sign of agreement to his suggestion. Yes, a truce sounded great, but revenge sounded even better.
~.~
"Is that your peace offering?" Sam asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Sure," I answered, dragging out the R.
"What are you doing?" he asked, stopping in his tracks and narrowing his eyes at me as I placed the crust on top of the pie I had been working on for close to an hour.
"Making a pie," I shrugged, unable to make eye contact with him. I placed the apple pie in the oven and set a timer on my phone before looking back up at Sam who hadn't moved an inch.
"It's not an actual pie is it?"
"Do I look like Betty fucking Crocker to you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"You are really hitting Dean where it hurts, in the Pie" Sam shook his head, walking over to the cooler and getting a bottle of water. "So what is it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling like an eager child.
"An apple pie," I paused, "With a special ingredient." I had sauteed onions late last night, placing them in the fridge to cool overnight. I was hoping that the smell of onions the night before wouldn't raise red flags around dinner time. This pie would smell every bit of the apple pie it was meant to resemble and there was indeed apples in it, along with a handful of onion.
After the pie was completely baked I placed an index card next to it on the counter, 'Truce' in big bold letters. I knew it was only a matter of time before the sweet smell would call out to Dean.
~.~
"What the hell?" I heard the mumble from the kitchen and I did a small victory dance in the hallway before walking into the kitchen. "What the hell is in this?" Dean groaned, digging in his slice of pie and tearing it apart. "Jackie," he growled as I grabbed a Coke from the fridge.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"What did you do to this?"
"Baked it," I said, leaning against the table he was sitting at.
"No shit, Sherlock. What did you put in here?"
"Apples, dough, sugar, cinnamon, brown sugar, and onions," I listed slowly.
"Onions!" Dean shouted. "First, you tortured Baby. Now, you ruined a perfectly good pie! Is anything sacred, safe?"
"Don't worry, Dean," I patted him on the shoulder before walking towards the doorway of the kitchen. I stopped, leaning against the frame and looking back at him, "I don't plan on going into the porn industry anytime soon."
"Well, that I wouldn't mind," I heard him grumble before I walked away.
~.~
"Dean!" Sam growled from down the hallway. I rushed out of my room and down the hallway, but Dean had beaten me.
"Well, that wasn't meant for you, but this is just ammo for teasing now," Dean laughed out.
I approached the door to the bathroom with caution, knowing whatever had happened had originally been meant for me. Dean was hunched over, leaning against the wall next to the doorway, laughing hysterically. Sam was standing in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around his waist and white powder covering his face, hair, and chest. "Oh, boy," I chuckled.
"How is it that I managed to get caught in the crossfire of your war?" Sam sighed, taking another towel and wiping his face.
"Because you have a guilty pleasure of using a blow dryer, Samantha," Dean snorted. Sam frowned, giving Dean the middle finger before slamming the door in our faces.
"Looks like the fuck up fairy has visited us," I laughed.
"Well, I guess we are in luck, Dean fights fairies all the time," Sam shot back through the closed door, stopping Dean's laughter quickly.
"You got a thing for fairies, huh?" I questioned Dean, who gave me a stern look. "I take it Tinkerbell pissed you off somehow?" Dean was the one waving the bird this time before stomping off down the hallway.
~.~
"Who put Tinkerbell in Baby?" Dean shouted as he walked down the hallway. "Did you do this?" He stopped in my doorway, holding the air freshener I had, in fact, put in Baby. What he also had was glitter in his hair.
"Are you talking about the air freshener or the glitter the stripper from last night left in your hair, Sparkles?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and resting my feet on my desk.
"What glitter?" Dean mumbled, running a hand through his hair and looking at it. "What the...Did you do this too?" Dean was fuming at this point.
"Tinkerbell is from me," I answered honestly. "The glitter however, I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I don't fuck with glitter. That shit is the herpes of arts and crafts."
Dean rolled his eyes, throwing the small cardboard Tinkerbell at me before shouting, "Sammy!" and heading off down the hallway.
~.~
You'd think that the monsters would've figured out by now where not to go. Like anywhere near Lebanon. But nope! Which is exactly why I was covered from head to toe in Okami. Of course I was the bait for the damn thing, hanging out in the abandoned house alone. What we hadn't expected was for Dean and Sam to both get knocked out by the damn thing, leaving me to fend for myself. The bamboo dagger was no where in sight and I was sure that one of the boys had it tucked away in their waistband. So dismemberment was the only other way. "Well, hello Sleeping Beauties," I said as the boys began to stir. "Now can we get going, I could use a shower." I shrugged as Sam and Dean looked me over.
"You aren't getting in Baby like that," Dean grumbled as he dusted himself off after getting up off the floor.
"I'm not walking home after doing all the work here," I said, giving him a 'Don't give me any shit' look.
"I think I've got extra clothes in the car," Dean said, motioning for me to follow him. He walked to the trunk of the car and popped it open.
"Does this mean I'll be getting into your pants," I joked.
"Not unless I'm the one wearing them," he grinned as he dug around in a bag. "Here, this oughta work until we get back home." He tossed me a towel and large button down shirt that smelled of him.
The shirt had barely covered my ass, the hem of it only reaching the tops of my thighs and I tugged at the material, holding it down as I walked back out to the car from the abandon house. "Let me have your lighter," I said after throwing my blood soaked clothes into a metal trash can in the front yard.
"Yeah, here," Dean handed over the zippo after I poured gas into the can. "Looks like you dropped something," he mused as he walked over to the front steps of the home and picked up a small scrap of material. I felt my face heat as I realized exactly what he had been holding in his hands. "Commander Daniels," he smirked, raising an eyebrow at me as he dangled my underwear over a finger.
"I didn't realize you shopped at Victoria's Secret too," I returned his smirk. Dean rolled his eyes, tossing the tiny underwear in the can before I lit the fire and we both walked toward the Impala.
"Looks like I finally get you half naked in my backseat."
"And yet Baby will be the only one touching my ass." I retorted before climbing into the backseat.
~.~
I ran straight to my room after getting back to the bunker, grabbing my towels, clothes, and underwear. I went into superspeed as I raced to the bathroom before either of the boys could make me stew in Okami any longer. The water was warm and it felt amazing as it pounded away at my sore muscles. I took my time washing my hair and body, staying under the stream of water until someone began to bang on the door. "Give me a minute," I shouted out. After turning off the water I reached for my towels but they were no longer on the hooks I had placed them on by the shower. What the hell? I peeked my head out from the shower, looking to see if maybe they had fallen to the floor, but they hadn't. The towels weren't the only things missing as I surveyed the room. My clothes were gone as well. "That son of a bitch," I growled out, as I did my best to wring out my hair without a towel. After doing my best to shake off all the excess water from my body I cracked the door, looking both ways and not seeing anyone. I made a break for it, covering my crotch with one hand and crossing an arm over my breasts. I ran down the hallway, successfully making it to my bedroom door without running into anyone. What I hadn't been successful of, was getting into my bedroom. The door was locked and I couldn't help the frustration from escaping my lips, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"I'm afraid not," Dean's voice chimed in. I turned my head, returning my hand over the apex of my thighs. "I honestly don't know why I didn't think of doing this sooner." He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at me as he stood, leaning against the wall next to his room, arms crossed against his chest. If I hadn't been completely naked I would've kicked his ass, but the thought of wrestling with Dean in my naked state didn't sound like a great idea at the moment.
"You're an ass!" I shouted to him before scurrying down the hall toward Sam's room.
"And that's a nice ass," he shouted back to me making me look over my shoulder at him. He licked his lips, catching that plump bottom lip between his teeth before giving me a sly smile. Had I not been fuming from his prank I would have probably been set ablaze by that look alone, but I wasn't going to even entertain that idea. Right now, getting covered up was my top priority.
"Sam," I called out, stopping in the hallway right before his door.
"Yeah."
"Are you alone?"
"Um, yeah," he called back. I heard him shift in his desk chair and had to act fast before he tried to meet me at the door.
"Close your eyes."
"What? Why?" he asked.
"Because I'm naked," I answered.
"What?"
"Just close your eyes dammit," I sighed, glancing around the door frame at him.
"Ok." I watched as he lifted a hand, placing it over his eyes as he continued to sit in his chair.
"I just gotta steal one of your shirts. Dean locked me out of my room and stole my towels and clothes when I was in the shower," I explained as I opened and closed a few drawers on his dresser before finally finding the one that held his shirts.
"Oh, shit! You really are naked!" he shouted.
"I told you to close your eyes!" I scolded him.
"I did, but it's hard not to peek when someone is going through your stuff," he chuckled.
"You don't have to cover your eyes anymore," I told him after putting on the gray undershirt I had found.
"I warned you about starting this prank war with him," he shrugged his shoulders before reaching for something on his desk. "Here, this will help," he smiled warmly as he held out lock picks.
After grabbing the lock picks from Sam I made my way back down the hallway to my room. Dean was leaning against the wall next to my door as if he was waiting for me and I showed him the items in my hands before sticking my tongue out at him like a child. "You're going to break into your own room?" Dean smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know there is a set of keys that unlocks every room in this place right?"
"And I'm sure you have them stashed in one of your pockets," I rolled my eyes.
"Why don't you check?" Dean said, standing up straight and letting his arms fall to his sides. He pushed his hips forward offering his pockets with a sly grin.
"I'm not going to play pocket pool with you Dean," I growled as I worked on the locked door.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Dean chuckled.
"Oh are you wanting your nuts slapped around some more?" I said sarcastically.
"Nevermind," Dean pouted, sheilding his crotch with his hands.
~.~
"Good morning!" I sang as I skipped through the doorway to the metal island of the kitchen.
"Someone's in a good mood," Sam smiled as he took a sip of his coffee.
I sat the Dunkin' Donuts box on the island, turning to sit the bag of donuts I had bought on the table in front of Sam. "I got us some yummies," I beamed as I grabbed a cup of coffee for myself.
"You got over a dozen donuts?" Sam asked, looking into the bag that held four donuts and then looking over at the donuts box on the island.
"The box is for Dean," I chuckled, pouring my hazelnut creamer into my coffee.
"You got a dozen donuts, just for him?" Sam asked in surprise. "You know he may just kiss you for that."
"I'm 100% sure he's going to want to punch me instead," I smiled devilishly, sitting down across from him and pulling my Long John from bag.
"You aren't poisoning him are you?"
"I'm not THAT evil, although I know, for a fact, he's going to act as if I am," I answered before taking a sip of my coffee. "Does this coffee taste funny to you?"
"Oh God, is it Tuesday?" Sam mumbled under his breath before smiling and looking up at me. "What?"
"The coffee, does it taste off to you?" I asked, taking another sip to confirm it did in fact, taste weird.
"No, tastes like normal coffee," he shrugged.
"Hmm, maybe my creamer's gone bad." I shrugged, walking over to the sink and dumping out the odd tasting liquid. I tossed my creamer into the trash after smelling it and finding it didn't smell normal either. I made another cup, opting for milk and sugar to fix up the dark liquid.
I was about halfway through my donut when Dean walked in, a smile covering his gorgeous face as he spotted the box on the counter. "Donuts? Hell yeah!" I focused on my donut, fighting the urge to laugh as I heard Dean groan in frustration. "Jackie," he growled, turning around and leaning against the counter.
"Dean," I smiled.
"Where are the goods?"
"You have a whole box of goods right there," I gestured to the box behind him.
"That," he pointed accusingly at the veggie tray that was placed inside the box, "Is rabbit food produce. Where is the sugary goodness?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I gave him a devious smirk before taking another bite out of my donut, moaning out my appreciation of the delicious pastry.
Dean walked forward, gripping each side of the table tightly in his hands as he leaned forward so we were face to face. "Oh, okay, I'm outta here," Sam declared, seeing the daggers Dean was throwing at me with his eyes and deciding to get out before he was hit by the crossfire.
"How's your coffee?" Dean taunted, the corner of his lips twitching slightly with a fought against smile.
"You ass," I seethed. "What did you do to my creamer?"
It was just then that my stomach decided to make it's debut to the conversation, gurgling loudly. "Guess you're about to find out," Dean smiled, standing up and grabbing the rest of my uneaten donut and the bag that still had one tasty pastry left inside it. "Thanks for the donuts!" he shouted as he walked away.
~.~
I had been in the bathroom for the past hour, for a lack of better words, pissing out of my ass, thanks to Dean. "Jackie, are you okay?" Sam's voice sounded through the door after a light knock.
"I'm going to kill him," I groaned.
"What?"
"That fucker poisoned me!" I shouted, clutching my upset stomach.
"It's just laxatives," Dean scoffed.
"Dean!" Sam nearly shouted, "Don't you think that's taking it too far?"
"She'll be fine," Dean said, brushing it off.
"Death! Death is coming for you, Dean Winchester! And her name is Jackie Dan... OWWW, SHIT!" I groaned as another wave of literal shit came.
"Oh, isn't that a relief," Dean chuckled, "She sounds like the shit.'
"I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"You are such a dick," Sam grumbled.
"I'm hilarious," Dean replied.
~.~
Two days. It took two fucking days for my stomach to go back to normal. To say I was plotting an evil revenge would be an understatement. Dean had kept his distance from me for the past few weeks, constant glances over his shoulder and shifty looks given to me when I entered a room. He was worried and he needed to be. I was waiting only for the right moment, when those guarded walls would fall, and then I would strike, like a wolf in the night. And that moment had finally come when Dean fell asleep in his room, headphones on, music blaring, and soft snores falling from his lips. He looked so innocent and peaceful as he slept and my heart had almost talked my brain out of the plan of revenge on the sweet boy. It was only when my stomach turned as if to remind me that this sweet grown man-boy was not as innocent as he looked, but was in fact, a big ole bag of dicks. Yes, this was the moment the prank war had turned into a real war.
I had carefully and quietly grabbed everything from the room that Dean could use for his escape before setting out for the next phase of my plan. I was meticulous and cautious as I set each trap, placing them close to each other to fully cover his floor, continuing to place more and more down as I slowly closed the door to his room. He was in for a rude awakening when his cell went off in the morning since I knew he'd blindly reach for his cell to turn the alarm off. I had placed a mouse trap perfectly on top of his cell and all along his floor. Knowing Dean for the past several months had been integral when planning this move. I knew he would think of throwing any article of clothing close to him on the floor to set off the traps, which was why I took all of his clothes and made sure they were far away from his bed. This was also why I made sure I picked a night he was sleeping in just his boxer briefs. I also knew after finding nothing around to help him disarm the traps, Dean would make a run for the door, which was why I had made sure the door was closed, forcing him to pause to open the door. What I also knew was in his haste to get out the door, Dean would not see the clear saran wrap on the other side. This was indeed a triple hitter and exactly what he deserved after ruining my stomach for three days. Not wanting to miss out on the fun festivities that would ensue behind the closed door, I made sure to set up a camera in the corner of the room to capture the shitshow. And what a shitshow it was.
~.~
The scream Dean let out as his fingers were smacked with the trap that was on the alarm had been heard through the whole bunker, prompting me to open my laptop and enjoy the show. I heard a door swing open down the hall, knowing it was the Moose in a rush to go check on his Squirrel. "Sam!" I whisper shouted as he sprinted past my room. He stopped and came back to my open door, finding me lounging on my bed, computer on my lap as I laughed hysterically. "He's getting what was coming for him," I informed him and Sam rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna watch? It's about to get good."
Dean had his hand to his mouth, my guess is the poor baby was sucking the attacked fingers when Sam came to sit next to me on the bed to watch the rest of the show unfold. Lord, he was in for it when he finally tried to get out of bed. Dean screamed my name as he swung his blanket off of himself and slapped his feet down on what should've been his floor, but was now just a sea of mouse traps. "FUCK!" he shouted as he pulled his feet up off the floor. He blindly grabbed for his phone, desperate for light since I had taken the bulbs out of his lamps. Yeah, I was that evil this time around. And you bet your ass he brought this upon himself. What's that saying? 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'? Well, Dean had seen himself a fair share of hell, but what he hadn't seen was Jackie on a mission for revenge. He was learning today.
"You trapped the whole room?" Sam asked in awe as Dean shined the light from his cell around the room, illuminating just how far I had gone to get him back.
"Every inch," I smirked before looking back at the screen, watching as Dean toed at the traps he had set off when he had set his feet down earlier. We watched as he slid his feet along the floor, attempting to push the traps against each other, but failed at that attempt once he realized that I had placed them too close to one another and they wouldn't move. Another scream was let out as one of the traps flipped and hit him on the top of the foot. "Jackie!" he yelled and I couldn't stop the cackle that came bubbling up.
"As entertaining as this is, I'm going to go open the door so he stands a fighting chance," Sam shook his head, standing up from the bed.
"You can't," I said, grabbing his wrist to stop him.
"What?"
"I mean, you can't exactly reach the door," I reluctantly admitted.
"You blocked him in there?"
"Kinda?" I hesitantly smiled. "Look, I know you want to give the dog a bone, but he's shit the bed."
"I thought you were the one with the shits?" He smirked.
"Do you want to be next?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head quickly before sitting back down next to me.
Dean had stood in place for a while, looking around the room and trying to decide what his best option was, before picking up the deactivated traps and throwing them at the armed traps in front of him. It was a smart move, but also something that would take a lot longer to finish. My plan was going just as I had expected as I watched Dean growl in frustration and then jump in place to psych himself up before taking off in a sprit to the door, his knees practically coming up to his chest as he jumped his way to the door. In all honesty, he looked like the Grinch when he's sneaking through houses, but with the scene fastfowarded to speed it up. Even Sam wasn't immune to the hilarity of the scene unfording. Dean had made it to the door and I was sure he could practically taste his victory, but that was all stripped away when he barreled into the saran wrap on the other side. The sound of a solid fall, a grunt, and all of the traps snapping echoed down the hall after Dean bounced off of the clear plastic and onto his back on the floor. The most comical thing of the whole ordeal were the two traps that were latched onto the ass of his underwear as he stood up. Fucking priceless! Dean was slow as he stood up, walking back up to the door and pulling at the saran wrap until he had made a hole large enough to squeeze through. "JACKIE!" The growl sent waves of a pleasurable terror through every nerve of my body. I was just as excited to see him angry as I was fearful of it and I didn't fully understand what that meant until he appeared in my doorway, his jaw clenched, his eyes alight with a hungry wrath, every muscle in his arms flexing as he balled his fists next to his sides, and his bare chest moving rapidly with heavy breaths. If I hadn't been the target of his fury, I would've been highly turned on by his appearance, but right now I could feel the waves of rage radiating off of him and he hadn't even entered my room. I knew Dean wasn't a morning person and I knew doing this would piss him off, but I hadn't accounted for this to have enraged him so badly. You know that saying, 'Don't poke a sleeping bear'? Well, apparently you don't fuck with him when he's waking up either.
"Dean," Sam says, standing up from the bed and putting his hands up in front of him in an attempt to calm his older sibling, but Dean only shifted his heated gaze at his brother making Sam take a step back.
Dean's focus was pointed back at me and the guilt ran through me in an instant when I noticed that he had blood on his face. I looked over his body again and notice that there was blood on his hand and instantly realized that the mousetrap on his phone had actually done some damage. "I'm sorry," I whisper, looking back up to his eyes.
"Clean it up," Dean says through clenched teeth before taking a step into my room. I hear a soft mumbling under his breath, but can't make out the words as he reaches behind my door and grabs the fluffy robe I had bought myself. I had to stifle the laugh that threatened to spill from my lips as he put his arms through the sleeves, the length not being nearly long enough or his big body.
"He's not going to kill me in my sleep is he?" I asked Sam after Dean walked out of the room.
"I'd say you have one hell of a retaliation coming for you," Sam shook his head before heading for the door. "If I were you I'd be kissing his ass and waving the white flag before something horrible happens."
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It took me close to three hours to get all of the traps picked up in Dean's room. It wasn't so easy trying to disarm each trap and not get snapped in the process. I had spent that time seriously contemplating Sam's advice. I had decided it was time to end this battle. One of us had shit ourselves and one of us had bled, it had gone way too far, just like Sam had warned and there was no predicting how this would end if one of us didn't call a truce. After cleaning up his room, I decided to go on a run. I didn't know just exactly how to kiss Dean's ass, but I knew two surefire ideas to put a smile on his face. Pie and Baby. I would give Baby a polish, but first I needed to make a trip to get a store bought pie. I had definitely ruined his trust in my pie cooking skills with the onion prank so a sealed container would have to do.
I searched the bunker for close to thirty minutes before I ran into Dean in the hallway. "What's your problem?" he asked, placing his hand on my bicep to stop me.
"I can't find my damn keys."
"Why do you need your keys?"
"Because I do," I shrugged.
"Where are you going?"
"I have an errand to run," I answered him, narrowing my eyes at his interrogation.
"What errand?"
"What are you my keeper now, Winchester?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, I mean I'd..."
"Don't even finish that comment," I interrupted him. "Do you know where my keys are?"
"Here," he said, pulling keys from his pocket, "Just take care of her like she were your own."
I gave him a puzzled look, "Dean, you barely let Sam drive Baby, what did you do with my keys?"
"Why are there keys in the jello?" I heard Jack's confused voice come from the kitchen.
"Damn it, Dean!" I growled, scowling at him. "And to think, I was going to get you pie and wave my white flag," I scoffed before stomping off down the hallway.
Jack was wrist deep in a bowl of red jello as I walked into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks as he pulled out my keys. "Are these yours?" Jack asked as he looked over the jello covered metal. "Why would you put your keys in jello?"
"Dean did," I sighed, reaching out for my keys. Jack sat them in my outstretched hand just as I heard Dean's footsteps stop at the entrance to the kitchen, but everyone in the whole universe was long forgotten as soon as my eyes landed on my keys. The large white D keychain I had given to my father, was now a blob. I felt lightheaded as the anger webbed itself into utter devastation. I took a few steps back, my back colliding with the tiled bunker wall, before my legs finally gave way and I slumped to the floor.
"Jackie?" Dean's worried voice broke through the trance I had found myself in and I looked up at his face, everything blurred by the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "Jackie, what is it?" he asked, placing his hands on both of my shoulders. I felt the first round of tears slip down my cheeks as I looked back down at my hands, the keys and melted keychain cradled like a delicate child in them.
"My...my keychain," I choked out. "It melted."
"What?" Dean breathed out, looking down at my hands and then back up at my face. "Plastic doesn't melt in boiled water," he told himself more than me.
"Not this plastic," I replied before breaking out in a sob. I took a deep breath, desperately trying to gain control of my emotions and becoming angry with myself for letting Dean see me cry.
"What the hell kind of plastic is it?" he asked, his tone of his voice rubbing me the wrong way, as if he was mad at me for having such a thing.
I scrambled my way to my feet, fighting the urge to punch him in his pretty face as my broken heart cried. "The kind that comes from a 3D printer in the year 2004, Dean. The printer I had to pay good money to make a keychain for my father during a field trip when I was in high school," I was angry and you could hear the evidence of my anger in the tone of my voice.
I watched as Dean's face fell. A look of pure regret and understanding written all over his face. He took a step toward me, his hand raising up as if to touch me, "Jackie, I'm so sor."
"Save it," I barked out as the tears started to build in my eyes again. "I made you bleed, you made me cry. Consider us even...and done."