Drunken Play

On the ride to the pub Ariel sat in the back seat singing along with the music Dean blasted in the car.

"So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show…"

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the pub and parked the car, turning the music off before it could finish its last verse.

"Okay you two, when we get in there get what ever you want. Everything's on me so do your self a favor and take advantage of it."

When they walked in, the place was filled with bikers and a few old men scattered here and there. Dean and Sam sat at an empty table and Ariel ordered the drinks, stressing on the keep it coming part of the order. When she sat down at the table Sam was the one that started up the conversation.

"So, Dean tells me that you've been visiting him every year for his birthday."

"Yup, every year alright. Your father, me and Dean would do exactly what we're doing now whenever it was Dean or your fathers birthday. I'd have visited you as well but someone doesn't know how to keep the same cell number." Ariel said shooting Sam the stink eye in a joking way.

"How did you find where they were? I mean we don't exactly stay in one place."

"My friend is a cop, all I got to do is give him your cell number and in five minutes I got your whereabouts." Sam nodded his head in an approving type of way. "So what's new?"

"Same as always, saving people, killing things, getting arrested… oh yea and Sammy here has the 'shining'." Dean slapped Sam on the back hard enough to make Sam jerk forward in his seat.

"I always knew you were weird Sammy." Ariel joked.

"Both of you need to stop calling me Sammy, I'm not little anymore."

"Oh Sammy, you'll always be little as long as you got those dimples." Ariel leaned over the table and pinched Sam's cheeks like an old lady would her five year old nephew. Sam pulled his face away from her grip and gently slapped her hands away from grabbing him again. Dean raised his hand from behind Sam and slapped him upside the back of his head, causing Sam's head to jolt forward.

"Dude, I taught you better then to hit a girl."

"Wow, why do you guys always pick on me."

"Easy target Sammy boy, you're the middle child." Ariel punched Sam's right arm at the same time that Dean punched his left.

After a few rounds of drinks Sam decided it best if he went back to the motel before his body turned black and blue. He wished Dean happy birthday and took the keys to car before placing a kiss on Ariel's cheek and saying goodnight.

Ariel and Dean stood at the bar drinking another few rounds while reminiscing.

"Haha, remember when we were at the park and I sho-"

"Shoved me in the lake? Yea I remember you idiot." Ariel shot him a dirty look.

"You stormed out all soaking wet-"

"With a white shirt." She added in.

"Like you were going to murder somebody ."

"Yeah and then your father shoved you in right after me."

"Yeah, the only time he didn't treat me and Sammy like soldiers was around you." Dean chugged his beer and raised his hand as a signal for more drinks. The conversation stopped.

Before they both got too wasted to even walk they made their way out the pub and stared into the parking lot like a bunch of half minded idiots. Ariel lifted her arm and gently swung it at Deans chest hitting him softly.

"Looks like we're walking." She concluded after realizing Sam took the only car they had brought.

They walked along the street in complete silence before Ariel decided it was too long of a walk.

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe we should turn back and go into that other motel we passed up about five minutes ago." Dean stopped walking and looked at her. She was shivering from the cold air and pleaded with her eyes. He turned around in the direction they were coming from and Ariel followed his lead. But before he began walking he kneeled down on one knee in front of her. A smile crept along her face and she walked up to his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and waited for him to grab hold of her legs. After securing their grip on one another Dean lifted them both up and started walking to that motel she had mentioned.

"I haven't gotten a piggy back ride in years." She rested her head on Deans left shoulder. "John Jacob Jingle Hiemer Smith-"

"His name is my name too" Dean joined in on the childish song Ariel had begun to sing.

"Whenever we go out, all the people shout, there goes JOHN JACOB JINGLE HIEMER SMITH FALALALA!" They both yelled the last part out at the top of their lungs before laughing at each other. They were more drunk then they had thought.

As soon as they checked into the motel Ariel ran to her bed and started jumping on it like the five year old girl that hid underneath the full grown woman's exterior.

"Ariel watch you head." Dean warned after noticing the ceiling wasn't that high.

Dean walked over to his bed and took off his shoes and belt, getting ready to hit the sack. Ariel jumped the small gap from her bed to Dean's, in the process hitting her head on the ceiling. She grabbed her head and kneeled on his bed.

"Oww…"

Dean climbed on his bed to the spot she was crouching on and pulled her hands off her head.

"Let me see it." His hand grabbed her chin and he tilted her head left and right to get a good look at it. She placed her hands on the bed, slightly in front of her so she was leaning toward Dean. After finding no bump and no blood he straightened out her neck, placing her head back in the middle. There faces only an inch away from one another.

She's drunk, dude don't. Before he could finish his thought Ariel leaned in and placed a soft gentle kiss on his lips. When she pulled away his lips followed hers, the exact reaction she wanted. As an instinct he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and her hand rose up from the bed to cup his face. At the touch of her hand Dean pulled away What are you doing? She's like your sister. Do you really want to ruin that? Yes you do.His downstairs brain overpowered his thoughts. Ariel on the other hand wasn't going to think twice about this, she was going to do what she always wanted to. Within the second Dean found her hands sliding slowly up the corners of his shirt, carefully pulling his shirt off his chiseled body. He allowed her to without hesitation, the urge for her body on his clouding his thoughts. Once his shirt was off he motioned forward to kiss her, grabbing the back of her neck and placing her head on the pillow behind her. He laid on top of her kissing her more gently then any woman he ever slept with. The weight of his body on top of her making her want him even more. Deans hands found her pants and unbuckled it, slipping her small hips out of it and pulling down her red Victoria Secret thong. As soon as he was done Ariel pulled her upper body toward him and started twisting there bodies as one until he was the one laying on his back. Dean's hands kept hold of her by her hips as she crossed her arms and grabbed at her shirt, pulling it over her head in a slow teasing motion. She reached to the back of her and unbuckled her bra before pulling each strap slowly off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. She took out the messy bun she had in her hair and let her wavy hair trail down her back and breast. She quickly pulled Dean's pants and boxers off before straddling his manhood. Placing both hands on his chest she started rocking her hips back and forth on her place on top of him. Both letting out little whimpers of pleasure. Ariel leaned closer to his body and Dean grabbed at her back before flipping her underneath him. It was like a struggle for control. Both wanting to please the other. She wrapped her arms under his wide set shoulders and sat up on his lap, both of them sitting up but giving her control once again. Her grip around his shoulders allowing her to lift her body up and down. Deans hands grabbed at her back and pulled her closer. Her chest rubbing up against his bare skin. Both of them breathing heavy. Dean tugged her tighter, stopping her movements and started kissing her neck. Gently biting on her shoulders every now and then.

"Harder…" She whimpered trying to catch her breath. He obeyed her wishes and bit her shoulder harder then he had been doing. She took her arms out from under his arms and pushed off the bed to lie him down. His head rested flat on the foot of the bed. Ariel slipped him out of her and slowly kissed her way down from his lips to his neck, shoulders, and chest where she began to bite hard on his rock solid chest. Each bite making him slightly lift his body up in pain. She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled herself back up to his level. Dean tangled his hands in her hair and locked them in a kiss, rolling her back over to the bottom and getting the pleasure of reentering her once again. This time she did not try to take control, she grabbed at his back and dug her nails in deeper with each thrust. Both of them sweaty and panting. He kept the pace slow, knowing full well it would only excite her more. She met his rhythm and met his hip with each motion he made. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The smell of sex emitting from the both of them. She couldn't take the pleasure any longer, she reached her peak and came with one last thrust, arching her back while grabbing a handful of the blanket beneath her. Her body immediately started to tremble. With the sound of her pleasure and the feeling of her letting go, Dean took one more thrust and let out a load moan as he hit his climax, grabbing onto the arch of her back and pulling her closer. Both collapsing as one as her back fell back to the bed.

Deans head dug into the curve of her neck as he caught his breath. Her hand slid up his spine to his hair where she combed her fingers through his short messy spiked hair. Dean gradually laid to the side of her, both starring up at the empty white ceiling.

"Hey," Ariel pointed above her at the ceiling at a patch where the paint was slightly chipped off. "I can see the spot where I hit my head." Dean let out a soft chuckle and tilted his head to smile at her. He slid his arm under her shoulders and inched her closer to him, resting her head on his chest. Dean was the one that passed out first after about ten minutes, Ariel got up and turned off the lights in the room and cuddled back up to Dean, running the tips of her fingers on his bare chest. Before she fell asleep she looked up at the motel clock. "Eleven fifty nine." she stated and kissed him softly on his lips before saying "Happy birthday Dean." one last time.

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