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Mullet Rock
Chapter Three:
Dean's world spun and tilted as pain crashed through his skull. The music fuzzed briefly and he felt strong hands grip him from behind. He was guided gently to the chair he had vacated as he struggled to remain conscious. "Dean," Sam shouted over the blare of the music. "Dean, stay with me!"
Sam was gripping his brothers' shirt holding him upright in the chair. Blood flowed freely down the side of his brother's head and as he watched Deans' eyes became unfocused and rolled back. His head fell forward briefly before bouncing back up and within moments his eyes cleared and he shook his head to clear it too. He raised his hand to his head and pressed it against the site of the injury then pulled it back and looked at the blood that covered his hand. "Sammy," he said looking up at his brother. "What the hell happened?"
A look of relief crossed Sam's face at his brothers' words. "You got creamed by the little old lady sitting next to you," Sam replied with a grin. "She slipped… it was an accident."
"Oh, you poor baby!" the blonde said looking at the blood on Dean's face. "Are you okay?"
Dean gave her a beguiling smile replied, "I'm all good honey it's just a scratch."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother as event staff and security guards arrived. It took a few minutes to explain what had happened especially since the music continued to play. A first aid staff member arrived and Dean waved him off. "I'm fine," Dean told him.
Sam shook his head at the man and indicated he should stay. Then he leaned in close to his brother and said, "Dean, you're bleeding pretty bad. At least let me look at it."
Dean looked at his brother and realized if they were going to enjoy the rest of the concert he would have to allow someone to look at his injury. He'd rather it be his brother then a stranger. "Whatever dude," he said.
Sam didn't give his brother a chance to change his mind. He checked his brother's injury and with the assistance of the first aid staffer he had it cleaned and bandaged with butterfly tape in minutes.
"Well," Dean asked his brother sarcastically. "Am I going to live doc?"
"Hey," Sam replied smugly. "I'm not the one who nearly got taken down by a little old lady!" Sam turned as he felt a soft hand on his shoulder and found himself just inches from Allie's face. His breath caught in his throat as he looked into her sea green eyes.
She leaned in close to his ear and said, "Is he okay?"
"Yeah," Sam replied. "He's got a hard head." He watched as the staff and security people left allowing them to continue enjoying the concert. When he glanced at his brother he saw the blonde sitting in his lap. Dean looked over the girls shoulder at Sam, raised a single eyebrow and grinned before turning back to the blondes' ear and saying something that made her laugh and snuggle closer.
Dean stayed in his seat and flirted outrageously with the blonde sitting on his lap glancing occasionally at Sam and the redhead. She had somehow enticed his brother to stand up and dance with her. It was something that he had not seen in a very long time. His brother was finally starting to heal.
A new bucket of beer arrived even thought they hadn't ordered it. The old woman sitting next to Dean tapped him on the shoulder and said, "It's from me… my way of saying I'm sorry."
Dean smiled at her and replied, "Thank you, but that wasn't necessary."
The opening tunes to Foreigner's last song, 'Juke Box Hero' played the entire audience roared in a thunderous applause and the blonde jumped out of his lap shouting, "I love this song!" Oblivious to the conversation he'd been having she pulled him up and slipped into his arms swaying to the music.
After the song there was a break to set up the stage for Styx and they all took the opportunity to peruse the venue. Dean purchased a few more t-shirts that Sam was sure were going to become his new favorites. He also took the opportunity to see for himself the damage done to his head. He was impressed the old broad sure knew how to wield a beer bottle!
They returned to there seats as Styx took the stage with the song 'Too much time on my hands'. Sam caught himself watching the audience more often then the stage. It was just as entertaining to watch the antics of the crowed especially when most of them were old enough to be grandparents. There was something about a grey haired elderly man bobbing his head up and down like a teenager at a heavy metal concert that made him laugh… especially when they started waving their canes around.
He was contemplating the fun he was going to have picking on Dean about the concert when the Allie, who had been standing up dancing again, tripped on his extended leg and fell into his lap. His arms wrapped automatically around her keeping her from sliding to the ground. She smiled up at him her sea green eyes glittering from a few to many drinks.
Dean smirked as he saw the red head land in his brothers' lap. He saw them look into each others eyes just before the red head reached up and kissed Sam. He fully expected his brother to pull away from the girls' attention so it came as a bit of surprise to see Sam reach up, place his hands tenderly on her face and deepen the kiss. It was the red head who shyly pulled away from Sam he cheeks flushed. She said something Dean couldn't hear then stood up out of his lap and turned back toward the stage.
Sam had been taken off guard when she'd kissed him. He wasn't used to women throwing themselves at him. That was Dean's area of expertise not his. He found the experience pleasant but in some way unnerving. He chanced a glance at his brother and found Dean staring at him in shocked disbelief. Sam grinned and shrugged his shoulders and he knew he was going to hear more about it later. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Allie as she danced.
The concert ended but they stayed at the table finishing their drinks and waiting for most of the crowd to leave. "Ladies," Dean said. "Would you like to go get something to eat?"
It was Allie who replied "I can't. I'm sorry but I have to be at work early in the morning."
Dean looked at the blonde and asked, "How about you sweetheart?"
"I've got to take her home but, I'll call you after I drop her off…" she said. "Maybe we can get together later?"
Allie stood up to leave and Sam stood also. "Sam, thank you," she said. "This isn't usually my kind of music, but I promised her I'd go with her. I had fun… more fun than I thought I would."
Sam grinned shyly and replied, "Me too."
"You have my number," she asked and when he nodded she continued. "Call me."
Sam reached down and kissed her lightly. "I will," he replied.
They turned to Dean and the blonde. "Come on Sis," Allie said. "I need to get home."
The blonde who had been busy kissing Dean stopped what she was doing with a sigh. "I'll call you," she told him and turned to her sister. "You know, you really know how to kill the mood Allie."
Sam and Dean watched them disappear into the crowed as they finished their drinks. "Did you know they were sisters?" Sam asked.
"Nope," Dean replied. "But it's going to make it so much more fun."
"Dean…" Sam said warningly.
"Come on Sam," Dean said. "How long has it been since we went on a double date?"
"Um… never." Sam replied.
Dean considered his brothers reply raised his eyebrow and replied, "True, but we should fix that."
"Oh, I don't think so!" Sam laughed.
"Why not? I'd be fun."
Somehow Sam didn't think so. He stood up and said, "Come on. You can take me back to the hotel before you meet up with Blondie."
"Sandy," Dean replied standing. "Her name is Sandy."
Sam was about to walk away when he noticed Allie's purse on the ground under her vacated chair. He reached down and picked it up.
"Hey Sammy," Dean said. "That's so you."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers' comment. "It's Allie's she forgot it," he told Dean. "You can give it to her sister later."
"Uh huh," Dean replied. "That's not how it works Sam. Don't you know anything?"
"Huh?"
"She obviously left it on purpose," Dean said as they walked back to the car.
"Why would she do that?" Sam asked.
"To give you a reason to call her," Dean told him.
"Oh, come on Dean," Sam said.
"Sorry bro…" Dean said pointing to the purse. "You're on your own with that."
Sam pulled out his cell phone to call Allie and Dean pulled it out of his hand. "What are you doing Sam?" His brother asked.
"I'm going to call her and tell her about her purse," he replied.
"I don't think so," Dean said. "Call her in the morning."
"What? Why?" Sam said. "She'll probably worry all night long about it."
"Yep," Dean replied as they arrived at the car. "And you'll be her hero in the morning."
Sam just shook his head as he got into the car. Why did he always let his brother talk him into these things?
A/N Sorry it took so long to update. I've been getting ready to go back home to Texas so the next update will come after I get there. Hope you enjoyed it and please review and let me know how I did.