Chapter 15 - The Truck Job

Seth made them all go over the plan one more time, despite Dean's insistence that it was going to be a piece of cake. But it was past midnight, and after a certain point, even Seth was checking his phone.

I want you so bad right now...Kelly was typing to him, adding so many kissing lips emojis Seth almost forgot his friends were in the room.

"Hey, you mind if we break and meet up later...?" Seth asked his friends, as if they didn't know exactly who was texting him.

"Yeah, you got time for a booty call." Roman answered his real question.

Dean was checking his phone too, a similar look of feigned innocence on his face.

you home? Dean texted.

yeah, K just dropped me off. AJ replied. can't sleep?

no sleep for me tonight. if I come over can you sneak me in?

just give me a few minutes to shower :)

"Three o'clock, right?" Dean asked his buddies.

"Don't be late." Seth reminded him. "We gotta get that truck before they start unloading it."

Roman checked his phone too.

wat u up to? he asked Kaitlyn.

just got off... was her reply. ...of work, that is.

your place or mine? Roman typed back.

get your ass over here, stud.

Dean parked down the street from AJ's house, and pulled the hood and zipper on his jacket up against the cold. When he got to the house, he snuck around back to her bedroom window, tapping lightly on the glass. She'd warned him he wasn't allowed in the house after dark, but with Mom fast asleep and Dad still at his second of three jobs, they could afford to risk it. With the door to her bedroom closed and locked from the inside, AJ opened the window for Dean, grinning when he leaned forward and kissed her before climbing in.

As soon as he made it over the sill, AJ shut the window again. It was getting colder outside every night. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt over underwear, nothing on her legs, and the wind gave her goosebumps.

"How was work?" Dean asked quietly, using his feet to take off his sneakers and leave them under the window.

AJ stepped back and shrugged. "Same as always." She climbed onto her bed, motioning for Dean to join her.

"You sure?" he asked. She was happy to see him, but she seemed sad at the same time. Dean walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss AJ's neck. AJ leaned closer, wrapping her arms around him.

"My boss told me I have to contribute more at the club, or else."

"Or else what?" Dean murmured against her neck. AJ pulled his face up so she could kiss his mouth.

"She might let me go." AJ said between kisses. Dean pulled her closer, until she was sitting sideways on his lap. She ran her fingers through his messy hair as she kissed him. Dean had his arms around her. He didn't know why anyone would want to let her go.

They didn't talk for a while after that. He stroked her legs until her goosebumps went away, and slid his other hand up the back of her t-shirt so he could feel the soft skin on her back. She unzipped his hoodie, pushing it away from his shoulders. He shrugged it off quickly, eager to get his arms around her again. She seemed excited, and her legs parted easily as he ran his hand up her inner thigh. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back and shifting her hips to get his hand into place sooner. Her arms tightened around his neck as he cupped her. He teased her for a minute, not moving his hand no matter how much she squirmed. Her little whine made him chuckle.

"You want something?" he teased.

AJ ground her hips, grabbed his wrist and moved his hand for him. She was warm, so warm and soft, he forgot to keep teasing her. Dean pushed his tongue into her mouth, and AJ sighed, releasing his wrist to wrap both arms around his neck again. He found the edge of her underwear with his thumb, pushing it aside just enough to slip his thumb underneath the fabric. He followed the curve of her slit from the top, stopping when she made a sound in her throat and tensed excitedly. He played with her clit, making her moan into his mouth until she soaked through her underwear and he was hard to the point of pain inside his pants.

He stopped to take off her t-shirt, tossing it onto the floor before laying her down in her bed. He pulled his own shirt over his head, throwing it away without looking. She pulled off her undies, so the only thing she was wearing was a big, beautiful smile as she spread her legs. She covered her breasts with her hands, squeezing them for her own pleasure. Dean's mouth was watering. He undid the button and zipper on his jeans to give himself a little relief, so he could put his face between her legs and lick her pussy until he couldn't stand it anymore. He could feel her hand on the back of his head, making a fist around his hair, pushing and pulling while she writhed beneath his tongue. She whined under her breath, spreading her legs as far as they would go.

"Mmmnnh," she moaned in a whisper. "Anh! Fuck..."

Dean growled into her, lapping hungrily from bottom to top, side to side and around every little fold. He felt both of her hands in his hair, with fists so tight he thought she might tear some from his scalp. If she couldn't already tell, she was going to find out how much it turned him on to see her spread her legs in her bed, in the house where she grew up, when Daddy could come home and catch them at any moment.

He pulled away, gladly taking the pain when AJ's little fists tried to keep him down there. With his jeans still on, and his wallet was handy, Dean was able to pull a condom out while AJ was still panting with desire. She kept her legs open wide and watched him, nodding her consent as he tore the wrapper and pushed his pants down far enough to suit up.

His stiff cock rubbed against her inner thigh when he leaned down to kiss her mouth. He thrust against her sloppily, until he was nestled between her labia, rubbing up and down the smooth slit, wet with his saliva and what his hungry tongue had drawn out of her. Dean moaned, and AJ shushed him softly, though she was making her own involuntary sounds. The nipple on her right breast caught his attention, and he gave it an open-mouthed kiss while she reached down between them. AJ guided him with her fingertips, until the tip of his cock began to press into her. Dean's mouth fell off her nipple, and he moaned again, his hips thrusting forward instinctively. The head of his penis pushed inside, encountering some tight resistance.

AJ kept as quiet as possible but it looked like she wanted to scream, her head pressed back into her pillow, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open wide, panting. With her hands on his lower back, she could feel the roll of his hips when he pulled away and tried thrusting in again, slowly. She raked her fingernails lower, digging them in to the flesh of his ass as he pushed deeper into her.

Resting a forearm beside her head, Dean lowered his upper body closer to hers and thrust his hips again, isolating the motion to his core muscles. AJ had to bite his neck to keep from screaming. It almost hurt her, but it felt too good to stop, just like the bite to his neck.

He stretched her open, and fucked her until her body was trembling and his eyes were about to roll back into his head. Keep going, he heard her tiny whisper over his own heavy breathing, Please, please keep going, her little whines and whimpers getting more intense. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them next to her head, and he thrust harder. A strangled moan almost ripped from her throat, but she cut herself off, scared of being overheard. She was coming, he could feel it, and it was just in time. What she did with her hips allowed him to drive himself deeper, and he pumped into her a little faster, making her feel like he was going to fuck her through the bed. He was so close, AJ could feel it and see it on his face. She wriggled free of his grasp, wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight, trying to keep her own orgasm going as long as possible. They kissed, hard and sloppy, and Dean thrust into her so deep he moved her closer to the headboard. AJ grunted, her body shaking one last time. His hips rolled against her a few more times, as he emptied himself into the condom, inside of her.

With a satisfied, grunt-like sigh, Dean rolled off of her, playfully collapsing next to her on the bed. AJ was breathing hard, still high on the experience. He had to stop and catch his breath too.

"You liked that?" Dean asked, once they had a minute to recover. He folded an arm beneath his head, and looked over at his girlfriend. She laid there with her eyes closed and her legs still spread open, as if he'd fucked her that way permanently.

"Mmm." AJ nodded, a sweet and satisfied smile on her face. She stayed there even when Dean leaned over her to drop the condom into the bin next to her bed.

"You ever let a guy sneak in and do that to you before?" Dean asked as he laid back down.

AJ chuckled and opened her eyes to look at the ceiling. "Not like that."

Dean smirked proudly in response. "But there were other times?"

AJ rolled over and curled up to his body. He put his arm around her shoulders, and she rested her head happily on his chest.

"I've done stuff here before," AJ murmured, placing a light kiss on his skin. "But...never that intense."

That made him smile. "You're not sad anymore, that's for sure." Dean observed.

"Mm-mm." AJ agreed. "You make me happy." She craned her neck so she could get another kiss on the lips, and Dean was happy to oblige. "And you made me forget how much my training hurt today."

"Did Punky Brewster hurt you? I'll kill 'im."

"It's Punk," AJ reminded him, with a playful bite to his chest. "And I had my first sparring session today."

"Against him?!" Dean asked, sounding shocked even in his quiet voice.

AJ pressed her face against his pec to stifle a laugh. "No, against a new girl at the gym. She was really tough."

"That's good." Dean said.

"I'm faster than her, though."

"I know." Dean said suggestively, earning himself another bite.

They laid quietly for a few minutes, until AJ spoke up again.

"Why did you say no sleep tonight when you texted me?"

Dean ran his hand down her bare back. He'd been debating how much to tell her. He trusted her, in terms of keeping things between them, but the other guys' concerns had gotten to him. The less AJ knew, the better off she would be if things went sour.

"We've got a job tonight."

AJ traced a line across his abs. "Is it dangerous?" she asked.

"Kind of." Dean answered. "That's why I'm here right now." he deadpanned. "I wanted to see you in case I don't make it. You'll come visit me in prison, right?"

He hoped she could tell he was joking. He hoped he was only joking.

She squeezed his chest a little tighter. "They can't catch you." AJ murmured, playing along. "You're too wild."

It was quiet again after that. He wasn't sure if it bothered her, and he didn't want to ask. He didn't want to ruin anything that had just happened. Enough time passed that Dean wondered if AJ had fallen asleep on him. He wasn't sure what time it was, but he didn't want to move her. She stirred before he had a chance to check.

"What time do you have to leave?" AJ asked softly.

"You say that as if I'm allowed to stay here until morning." Dean teased her. He rolled over suddenly, pinning her lightly on her back, and kissed her deeply. Her arm wrapped around his head, and her fist closed around a clump of his hair, and in that instant he thought about canceling the job altogether so he could stay in AJ's bed all night instead. But he knew, if he did that, there would be three guys waiting to kill him the next morning; Seth, Roman, and Papa Foley.

On the other side of town, Kelly was on her knees and elbows, shouting at Seth to keep going. In the back of his mind, Seth knew he had to wrap things up and get out of there, but he really wanted to make Kelly come first. It was a matter of pride.

"I can't stay for long." he'd warned her when she opened the door.

"Then fuck me really fast." she replied with a grin, opening her bathrobe and dropping it right in the doorway.

Next time I'll ask for a blow job and an IOU - Seth thought, smacking her ass as he drove into her from behind as fast as physics would allow.

I need this - was his other thought. He needed the confidence boost before this truck job they'd agreed to do. He was convinced, if he could make her come, then the rest of the night would go smoothly. That, and when Kelly moaned for him, it was hard to care about anything else in the world.

"I'm gonna come!" Kelly gasped.

"Ohh," Seth groaned happily, relieved. "Yes you are. You're gonna come for me."

Kelly clutched her pillow to her chest and cried out. Her long moans were shaky from the motion of Seth's ramming, and punctuated by the slap of his flesh against the backs of her thighs.

"Now! Now! I'm coming!" Kelly told him. Seth tipped his head back and let his mind go, no longer needing to hold back. Her sharp cries continued after her orgasm, until he was done, even after he pulled out and buried his own face in the mattress.

Meanwhile, at Kaitlyn's apartment, Kaitlyn was laying on her stomach on her bed, resting her chin in her hand, while Roman put his clothes back on. She bit her lower lip, tilting her head sideways to get a good look at his ass before he pulled his pants all the way up.

"Are you sure you have to go?" she asked.

When he turned to her, he glanced at her breasts. They were pressed together between her arms, looking even bigger than before, and Roman licked his lips unconsciously.

"If it was any other night," he said. "I'd still be inside you."

Kaitlyn moaned and put her head down, chuckling at how seriously he said it. When she looked up again he was smirking.

"We'll just have to do this again sometime." he said.

"Sometime soon." Kaitlyn corrected him, grinning at the smirk on his face.

"You're the one that made me wait so long." Roman teased her, holding his t-shirt in his hands as he leaned down to kiss her goodbye.

"And now you know it was worth it." she said. She watched him as he straightened and quickly pulled the t-shirt on.

Kaitlyn rolled over onto her back, folding her arms under her head and crossing her ankles as if she were lounging on the beach. Roman's eyes were drawn toward the motion. He took a deep breath in through his nose, and blew it slowly through pursed lips as he took one last look at that body. Kaitlyn was smiling up at him, the dimples in her cheeks teasing him just as much as the budded nipples on her breasts and the crease between her muscular thighs. The way her breasts shook when he was thrusting into her was still fresh in his mind, and her dirty talk was still echoing in his ears. So much dirty talk out of that sweet, pretty, little mouth...

"Fuck it." Roman muttered, pulling his t-shirt off over his head again.

"Oh, baby!" Kaitlyn giggled at how quickly he disrobed.

"You're gonna make me late." Roman jokingly complained, pushing her legs apart as he climbed back on top of her.

"I'm gonna make you come." Kaitlyn insisted. She giggled again when he buried his face between her breasts.

As soon as he was hard again Roman lifted his head and told Kaitlyn to ride him. Kaitlyn threw herself into the task with the same wild abandon as when Roman first arrived. He talked just as dirty as she did, and when he asked her if she wanted this cock he knew what the answer was.

Fortunately for Santino, the boys were reckless getaway drivers, and despite the distractions they all got back to Seth and Roman's apartment by the agreed upon time. They took the junker that Dean borrowed from the Piper garage and drove across town together, stopping a few blocks away from where the theft would take place. The neighborhood was a mix of industrial buildings, factories and warehouses, mostly dark except for the lights over the doors and loading docks.

"Nice and quiet." Roman commented.

"Usually deserted this time of night." Dean added. "I wonder why this guy is dropping off now."

Seth clenched his jaw, determined not to let his nerves get the best of him. If Santino's information was correct, the truck driver was going to leave the engine running. All they had to do was climb in and drive away.

Dressed all in black, from their hooded sweatshirts to their boots, they walked down a dark alley to avoid the street lights.

"I'm not gonna lie." Dean said quietly. "I feel like a bad ass."

"Just three ninjas on a Thursday night." said Roman.

"Pretty sure we all just got laid, too." Seth pointed out. "Doesn't hurt."

"Show of hands: who almost canceled because they wanted to keep fucking?"

The other two chuckled quietly at Dean's comment, but they didn't have time for any confessions. They stopped at the corner of the last building that would provide cover, in order to survey the scene across the street. It was just as Santino described. There was a warehouse with a single loading dock, the only ones with lights on. There were still places to hide, in dark patches where the light couldn't reach because there was an awning blocking the way, or the bulb was starting to fade.

"Three fifty-two." Seth reported the time. They crouched down in the shadows like coiled springs, energy building as they waited.

Right after four o'clock, an unmarked, twenty-four foot box truck appeared down the street. It slowed to a crawl near the warehouse, bouncing on worn shocks as it turned into the parking lot. The driver took his time turning the truck around, getting into position at the docking bay. The rumbling engine and the loud beeps of the reverse warning seemed to be the only sounds on the street, though Dean was wondering if his friends could hear his heart beating through his chest. They were too distracted by their own.

The boys waited for the driver to emerge. He was a big guy, thick around the waist with a long black beard and long black hair to match, though he was balding on top. He was slow-moving; that was good. He also left the engine running. That was even better.

"Wait 'til he's inside." Seth reminded his friends in a low voice.

In spite of his confidence, Dean's heart pounded harder than before. This was different. There were people right there, people that really wanted the stuff in that truck. And they were going to walk right up and take it without asking. The truck alone was worth a good amount, and they didn't even know what was inside it. There was a new level of thrill that Dean was just starting to experience, even more when Seth whispered "Go."

They stalked across the street in long, confident strides.

The driver might take an hour in there, he might only take one minute. That's all we need. In and out, no fear, no problems.

The truck's engine masked the sound of their shoes on the uneven pavement, loose bits of gravel scraping here and there. Just three ninjas on a Thursday night.

Roman's going to drive. Until he is one hundred percent ready to roll out, we're the lookouts on either side.

They stopped and crouched again in the shadow of the neighboring building, checking one more time to make sure no one was outside. They all kept low, creeping slowly toward the vulnerable truck. Roman made his way to the driver side door, with Seth at the nearest mud flap. Dean was at the back corner of the truck, peeking around the edge to watch the door of the warehouse.

The window in the office door was a translucent square of yellow light. Dean could see shadows moving inside, but he could not tell how many people there were, or where they were in the room...until one of the shadows quickly darkened and defined a human shape, which meant someone was about to exit.

Roman had the door on the truck unlatched when Dean hissed a warning. Roman and Seth both froze.

"Let me get the papers then." said a gruff voice from within the warehouse. The door swung open, and Dean made a split-second decision.

He stood up straight, and pulled the hood up over his head. "Get in the truck." he told his friends, before Seth could tell Roman to abort the whole thing. Seth wanted to yell at him to get back to the other building, but Dean had already stood up and walked around the back of the truck.

Seth turned to look at Roman, whose eyes were wide with confusion and panic.

Get in! Seth mouthed at him. He may not have agreed to Dean's improvised plan, but by god they had to stick to it now.

Roman trusted his brothers, so he moved fast, swinging the door open and stepping up silently into the cab. Seth started creeping around in the direction Dean had gone, and froze when he heard Dean speaking.

He'd timed it perfectly. The big lug of a driver had his back to Dean, but he wasn't to the cab yet. If Dean could stop him there, lure him away somehow, distract him long enough for Roman and Seth to get away...

"Hey." Dean said casually.

The big bearded man spun around, an angry look on his face.

Big Rig doesn't like surprises. Dean thought to himself. Good to know. Just act casual.

"You got a cigarette?" Dean asked.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" the other guy demanded.

"I was walking down the street." Dean said innocently, gesturing down toward the other dark buildings. "I lost my last pack of cigs in a sewer drain. I'm jonesing for some nicotine, you're the only ones with lights on, so I figured - "

"I don't have any cigarettes." the truck driver cut him off gruffly.

Seth dropped down to his stomach, as if he was about to do a push up, and looked under the truck. He saw two sets of boots on the other side, and their position relative to the cab. When he looked up to check on the cab, he saw Roman's head sticking out low in the doorway, asking with his eyes What the fuck is happening!?

Seth looked around at the ground near him. He would have to do some improvising of his own.

"Get outta here." the driver said to Dean. The dismissive wave of his hand looked lazy, but Dean could tell the guy had noticed his all-black outfit. He was turning around, about to head toward the cab again. Dean knew Roman was in there, waiting for a signal from Dean or Seth.

As the driver turned, Dean saw the patch on the guy's vest, a name stitched in red cursive letters.

"Luke!" Dean called out.

The driver stopped and turned around slowly, eyes narrowed. "Mother fucker...are you deaf?"

"Whoa." Dean put his hands up, and began walking an arc around Luke, making him face away from the truck. "I don't want any trouble..."

"Leave." Luke said. "Now."

"I just need a cigarette, man."

Dean continued his arc, stopping only when they'd completely switched positions. Dean was closer to the cab now, and Luke was near the center of the cargo container, facing him, looking more suspicious of Dean every second that passed.

"I told you I don't have any." Luke said.

"What about your friends inside?" Dean asked, gesturing toward the warehouse door.

Luke had had enough. He stepped forward with sudden speed, grabbing Dean by the front of his hoodie and pushing him back against the side of the truck. He was strong. Once he had Dean firmly against the truck, he readjusted his grip on Dean's clothing and lifted him a few inches off the ground. Alone, Dean might have fought back. But he could see Seth in his peripheral vision, sneaking up behind Luke with something blunt and metallic gripped tightly in his hand. So, much to Luke's confusion, Dean simply smiled and waited.

The pipe hit Luke right in the bald patch. The dull ringing sound was masked by the engine sound, just like everything else. The annoyed look on Luke's face went all puzzled when Seth hit him over the head. At first it didn't seem to have any other effect; Dean and Seth both froze, eyes wide and waiting, until Luke began to crumple to his knees. When Dean's feet touched the ground, he pulled his hoodie free of Luke's hands and hopped out of the way as Luke laid down to go to sleep.

"Get in here!" Roman hissed from the cab. He'd been watching in the side view mirror, and opened the passenger side door to let them both in. Dean and Seth wasted no time, scrambling in together so Roman could hit the gas. It wasn't like stealing a sports car; there was no peeling out or drifting to speed the process up. The truck rumbled out at its own pace, and Roman was as patient as his nerves would allow, not wanting to call any extra attention to themselves until they were out of sight. Whoever was waiting in the warehouse would eventually wonder what was taking Luke so long, and why the truck was moving when he was only supposed to grab some papers from the cab.

"Shit shit shit shit shit-" Seth chanted, eyes glued to the right side-view mirror.

In the middle of the bench seat, Dean shook his head, still stunned by what had gone down. "That was not what we had planned." he stated calmly.

Roman was too busy concentrating on the road to think about it. He was using laser focus to go as fast as possible without taking the turns too quickly. It would be embarrassing to get caught by flipping the damn truck on their way out.

Dean laughed suddenly, when he realized what the fuck he'd just done. Almost gotten them killed, sure. But they had the truck now, and if no one in the warehouse saw which way they'd turned, there wouldn't be any chase.

It took a few minutes for them to feel like they'd gotten away. Roman was still checking all the mirrors every five seconds, but the absence of cars behind them helped calm Seth down just enough for him to realize what happened too.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Seth asked, shoving Dean into Roman. "I thought we agreed, if things went sour we'd bail!"

"We got the truck though, didn't we?" Dean said, turning and grinning at his friend as Roman shoved him back toward Seth.

"You ever pull that shit again, I'll kill you myself!" Seth shouted, but when he reached for Dean it was to shake him in violent celebration. They laughed at each other. Their driver didn't take his white-knuckled hands off the wheel, but their celebration did make him chuckle under his breath.

Seth let out a puff of air, and smoothed some stray hairs away from his face. As their adrenaline faded and their heart rates slowed, they had some time to discuss things.

"So...do we look at the merchandise or not?" Dean asked.

"I just want to get out of this and get rid of it." said Roman. "We'll just go to the drop off and let Santino take care of it."

"I was thinking about it," Seth admitted. "But after what just happened..."

"If it's something bad, better we know now than let it surprise us later on down the line?"

"We shouldn't push our luck." Roman said firmly. "We're not all invincible like you."

"Alright." Dean gave Roman an appreciative clap on the chest. "Just keep driving."

At the drop, Santino already had guys there to unload the truck and strip it of any identifying marks. The boxes coming out of the back were unmarked. Santino's guys didn't seem too shy about unloading the cargo in front of the three thieves. The boys were just relieved that the cargo wasn't people, living or dead. Their boss was over the moon that they'd succeeded; the boys had already decided not to mention the whole 'truck driver totally saw us' part. They saved that discussion for later, when they were walking in a homeward direction.

"He got a good, clean look at your face, Dean." Seth reminded him. "You better lay low for a while, at the very least."

"It's what I do best. What's lower than underground?"

Seth and Roman shared another classic look. Dean was already looking ahead to his big fight.

"I"m thinking maybe you should cancel those plans." said Roman. "You never know who runs in the same circles."

"It was just some fat-ass truck driver." said Dean. "And he was the only one who saw us. Hey, maybe when he wakes up, he won't even remember what happened."

"You better pray on that." said Roman, with the same look of concern as always.

"You pray." Dean told him. "I'm gonna fight."