CROSSING PATHS 6

Bonnie and Dean sat at the booth in the musky bar. It was the early hours of the morning. They had been drinking for the past few hours.

Sam walked into the musky bar in the early hours of the morning. He scanned the area, looking for his two travelling companions. He soon heard the unmistakable, if not unbelievable laugh of his brother. He found them in the corner booth. They were both horribly drunk by appearance and were laughing uncontrollably. Bonnie was almost lying on the booth bench she was laughing so much. Dean too had started to go red in the face from his laughter.

"Hey guys." Sam said condescendingly

Bonnie kept quiet instantly, and then upon looking at Sam's serious expression, burst into another fit of laughter. Dean tried to play the reason for Bonnies hysterics off as unknown, but Sam could tell that the joke had been about him. Although he was slightly annoyed, he was happy to hear his brother laugh again. It had been too long since he had heard the sound.

"Yeah, real funny guys. We have a really early start in the morning."

Bonnie bit her bottom lip, "Okay, Sammy." She smiled brightly at him, her eyes glassy green from all the alcohol.

"Oh Sam, stop being a party pooper. Have a drink."

"I'm going back to the hotel room."

"Saaam..." Bonnie whined.

"night guys." Sam walked out of the bar, not oblivious to the roar of laughter escaping two he left in the booth.

Bonnie was still laughing when she walked over to the juke box. she searched through the list and found a song she liked. She put in her quarters and her song started playing. She made her own little dance floor within the bar and started dancing, carefree and seductively. Dean smiled as he sipped his beer, watching Bonnie carefully as she got the attention of the whole full bar. She swayed her hips and lifted her arms as though she didn't have a care in the world. She maneuvered closer to the table, doing a little twirl that she had to steady herself after.

"Whoa there Shakira."

"Ha." Bonnie giggled. "Dance with me."

Dean smiled. "No."

Bonnie raised her eyebrow and moved closer, leaning over the table. "Dance with me."

Dean scoffed light heartedly. "No."

Bonnie smiled a smile that Dean could only describe as pure evil itself. "Fine, I'll ask one of them." She motioned to the table full of eager looking guys in the corner of the bar.

"Bonnie..." it was a warning.

"What, Dean, jealous?" Her head fell back in laughter. "Dance with me." By that time her song had ended and a slower Sam Smith song came on. She didn't wait for his answer this time, instead grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of the booth. She guided his arms to wrap around waist and she clasped her hands behind his neck. "Not that bad is it?" They swayed together on the 'dance floor'.

"I've had worse." He teased.

Bonnie smiled again, her eyes gleaming with laughter. Dean started to feel himself getting slowly addicted to staring into the grass green pools. She didn't say a word though, just rested her head on his shoulder and swayed with him. Dean had never felt so protective over any person, other than Sam. The song ended and Bonnie raised her head, her arms still securely wrapped around his neck. Her eyes now looking tired.

"Time you went to bed lil missy."

"We." She playfully smiled again.

Dean smiled back. "yeah, we."

They both stumbled their way back to the table and started to collect their jackets. They walked out of the bar into the fresh crisp air. Bonnie hooked her arm into his and they stumbled into the parking lot.

"Hey, where's my car." He pulled his car keys out of his pocket.

"We walked." Bonnie laughed.

They stumbled on towards the motel they had booked in to. When they reached the parking lot of the motel they were laughing again. Bonnie eventually sat down on the ground she was laughing so much.

"Sssh... Sam's going to come out here and have a hissy fit." Dean laughed slightly.

Bonnie looked up into his deep blue eyes that were staring back at her as he sat on his haunches, waiting for her to get off of the ground. She sat up and stared back at him. The air suddenly became thick with tension. "Dean..."

Dean stared back, silently.

Bonnie leaned closer. She stared at his lips as they parted and unconsciously licked her own. "Dean..." he stared back. Her tone was seductive and enchanting. Bonnie couldn't take it any more. "..Help me up, you horn dog." She smiled at the end of her seductive words.

Dean shook his head, hanging it briefly before smiling at her as he helped her off the ground. "Come on, witchy."

They walked arm in arm back into the motel room.