Never did Dean think that he would turn down a woman's offer to have a quickie. Never. Especially not a hot, blonde, former lingerie model. It just wasn't how he rolled. And it had taken everything he had not to say "screw it" and ravish her right then and there. Well OK, he wouldn't have ravished her right then and there because it was in the middle of the bar. And it was a Friday night one of the busiest nights. Dean had some standards, yes most were low, but he wasn't about to have sex in the middle of a drunk crowd.
Anyways it was all Sam's fault he was covered in beer. Sam had bet his older brother forty bucks he couldn't go one night without sex. Dean, slightly insulted because his younger brother just insinuated he was a man whore, accepted. If only he knew what was to come. If only his brother hadn't thought of that stupid bet. He really hated his brother sometimes. And yet he couldn't get that blonde beauty out of his head. He certainly couldn't ignore how when his hand had brushed her bare shoulder a spark of electricity had hit him. But that had to have been his imagination because there was no way in hell he was attracted to a woman that had dumped his beer over his head...right?