Twenty One

Sitting in Dylans room later in the afternoon I couldn't help but laugh at Dylan pacing back and forth muttering about her dad, she glared at me as I giggled.

"It's not funny Rayne!" Dylan pouted.

"Oh yeah. It really really is, nice for you to actually have to take the heat for once." I chuckled. She whirled around and put her hands on her hips defiantly.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" she grumbled, pursing her lips.

"Seriously Dylan I love you massively but in the many years I've known you, you have gotten me into more trouble than if I had a curse on me!" I laughed.

"Your point?" she replied. I sighed, she really was stubborn sometimes.

"How many times have we been caught and you have used your angel powers to disappear?" I asked knowing full well that every single time we had been busted doing something we shouldn't Dylan was never there for long.

"So?" she frowned. I laughed again and saw the corner of her lip twitch up slightly.

"So, this time you couldn't just pop out could you?" I grinned and Dylans sour face cracked.

"Ok, ok," she chuckled.

"It was totally awkward." I laughed and Dylan went red.

"It's odd, Cas is the first guy to see me like that, but I didn't care." she grinned sheepishly.

"Really?" I asked, "wait what about Jeremy, you dated him for like three years in high school?"

"Nope, we never did anything like that." she replied.

"Wait!" I snorted, "no one has popped your cherry?"

"Ugh!" Dylan wrinkled her nose, "do you have to put it so crassly?"

"Well how would you put it?" I asked.

"Turning in my unicorn catching licence, and no I haven't gone that far." she answered.

"Unicorn catching!" I laughed, " you are the cutest dork ever Dyl!"

"Shut up!" she punched me in the arm before a look of inspiration flashed across her face, "oh my gosh Rayne, I just had the best idea!" she squealed.

"Oh lord, what?" I grimaced hoping it wouldn't be too crazy.

"We need to break out!" she looked at me wild eyed with a huge grin on her face.

"Break out?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah!" she squealed again, "we should break out and go to a bar!"

"A bar? Dylan are you feeling ok? I thought angels couldn't get drunk?"

"We can, it just takes a heck of a lot more than it would for you. That's besides the point! Are you with me?" she looked at me seriously and I cracked up, we were in our twenties and we were talking about sneaking out like a bunch of teenagers. Dylan groaned in irritation and I nodded.

"Sure hun, I'll go on this little prison break with you, I haven't been outside in days, I probably should connect with the big wide world before I go all Miss Havisham." I laughed. Dylan looked at me puzzled.

"Charles Dickens?" I questioned and she shook her head, "Great Expectations?" she shrugged, "dude and you went to high school!" Dylan rolled her eyes at me.

"Go get some rest Rayne, I need you in top condition for tonight, make sure you wear something sexy." she winked at me.

"Dyl, I am a hunter, I don't own a single item of clothing that would be classed as sexy." I sighed and Dylan looked me up and down thoughtfully.

"Hmmmm good point, I'll pick something out for you." she grinned, this scared me, my idea of what I would wear and what Dylan would pick out for me, remembering outfits she had tried to put me in previously, were wildly different. I left her room listening to the sounds of her going through her wardrobe, it was going to be a long night I could feel it.

At around 10pm Dylan knocked on my door holding a teeny tiny black dress and some some shoes with heels so high and thin, using them as a weapon was a plausible option. I shook my head rapidly and put my hand up, blocking her entry to my room.

"Nope, nah uh, I am not wearing that!" I argued as Dylan stood there waving the dress on around on the hanger.

"Yeah you are or I will spill the beans about the first time you tried whiskey." she smirked knowing I would cave. The first time I ever drank whiskey I was ten years old and as you can imagine, it ended with me hugging the toilet bowl for hours. Unfortunately I fell asleep and vomited in my hair, it was completely stuck in there and I had to have Dylan come and help me wash it out. That wasn't even the worst thing, little did I know but the whiskey I had downed was Bobby's prized bottle of eighty year old Glenlivet Whiskey, it was worth around twenty four grand, how Bobby had a bottle of whisky that pricey was beyond me but if Dylan spilled I would be in the doghouse.

"Fine!" I growled snatching the dress off her and slamming the door in her face. I struggled into the skimpy dress and almost fell over when I tried to stand in the ridiculous heels. I flung them off, scratching around in my meagre shoe collection for a pair of ankle boots I was sure I had, finding them I put them on and opened the door. Dylan gave a little squeal and clapped her hands.

"Ok so make up and hair next!" she bubbled and I shook my head.

"Dylan, my hair is way too short to do anything with and I don't do heavy make up, just a little mascara and eye-liner ok?" I told her, determined not to be too painted up.

"At least wear that red lipstick I bought for you, it looks amazing on you!" she pleaded, I sighed and nodded, going back into my room and applying my minimal make up. When I was done we snuck down the creaky stairs, I began to hum the mission impossible theme and Dylan shot me a black look.

"Rayne!" she hissed, "what if someone hears you!"

I strangled back a giggle and looked down into the house. Sam was sitting on the couch and Dean was in the kitchen with his head in the fridge, Bobby had gone to bed an hour earlier. Dylan and I waited in the hall until Dean joined Sam to watch TV and then ducking into the kitchen, Dylan scribbled something on the notepad attached to the fridge and then we high tailed out the back door. We crept quietly around to the front of the house and into my newly fixed mustang, starting the engine as quietly as I could I kept the lights off as we pulled out onto the road.

"Ok Dylan, direct me, I don't know where anything is, where's the nearest bar?"

"It's about fifteen minutes down the road on the right." she replied excitedly. We drove in silence for five minutes before my curiosity got the better of me.

"Dyl, what exactly did you write on that note?" I asked her and she giggled, very pleased with herself.

"Gone out, hugs and kisses, Dylan and Rayne." she laughed, I rolled my eyes but laughed loudly, typical Dylan, trying to simultaneously irritate and placate Bobby.

We pulled up to the bar, I sighed as we climbed out and were met with catcalls from a group of bikers hanging around the entrance, one of them approached us, he was clearly intoxicated and quite a bit bigger than Dylan and I put together. I put my hand to my thigh where I had strapped my butterfly knife, much to Dylan's disgust, he got a few feet in front of us and muttered something that I couldn't quite hear but was sure was sexually degrading, I cursed Dylan under my breath for convincing me to come out here. Luckily he seemed to wobble and a few of his friends came over and grabbed him, leading him over to the dumpster where he proceeded to vomit up the contents of his stomach. Dylan strode confidently into the bar and headed straight up to the bartender, ordered us a drink each and settled on a bar stool, I sat down beside her, taking in my surroundings, the place was a complete dive. It was pretty grubby but behind the bar looked clean so at least I wasn't going to get some kind of disease drinking here. The bartender passed Dylan her cocktail and put a rum and coke in front of me, I raised an eyebrow at Dylan but she ignored me.

"Dyl, I have to ask you something," I turned to her after the bartender had gone to serve someone else, "well two things."

"Shoot." she answered taking a sip of her drink.

"Ok, so in the cabin, how did you get there so quickly and not have the boys question it? I mean you zapped in just in time but why didn't Sam and Dean get suspicious?" I asked worried she had put her secret in jeopardy to save my dumb ass.

"I was basically already there, I knew something was wrong, I could feel it, I left to come get you about twenty minutes before the boys did, they had no idea about me popping in." she answered.

"Ok, so what about the angel blade? You had it when they burst in, how did they not question you about it?"

"Oh yeah, well angels are fast, you know that, I whipped it away as quickly as I could, and I think with everything that was happening, neither of them even saw it." she shrugged. I swallowed the lump in my throat, I had been worried about that for days, that she had put herself in harms way over my stupid mistake.

"Don't stress Rayne!" Dylan smiled and drained the last of her drink, "oh I love this song!" she squealed as she jumped up, heading over to the unoccupied dance floor as some pop song by Britney Spears came on "come dance with me Rayne!" she called, I downed my rum and coke and shook my head.

" I don't do pop Rayne, you know that." I called back. She made puppy dog eyes so I turned around and ordered another drink, forgoing my usual vodka and orange juice this time for something stronger.

"Rum and coke?" a familiar voice came from my other side, I spun on my stool and there was Dean Winchester, just sitting there in his leather jacket and jeans, "took you as more of a vodka girl myself." he grinned at me and my stomach dropped.

"I am," I answered just as the bartender slid my glass in front of me, "but dealing with that," I pointed to Dylan who had managed to amass a group of both men and women onto the dance floor, "takes something a little stronger."

Dean laughed and leaned towards me, I could smell him, it was the unmistakeable smell of cologne, gun powder and leather, my heart raced and my head spun slightly, the drink had gone straight to my head.

"You know Bobby is going to be pissed right?" he asked.

"Yeah but I find it hard to say no to Dylan." I replied.

"Pushover!" he scoffed.

"Shut up or I'll gank you." I shot back. He looked me up and down.

"With what? Your shoes?" he scoffed again.

"I happen to have my trusty knife with me, never leave home without it." Dean looked me up and down again.

"Where the heck are you keeping it?" he asked in disbelief. I raised an eyebrow and leant in right next to his ear.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I whispered. Dean pulled back and looked down at the floor, I could see the restraint on his face.

"Rayne, I want to kiss you, I want to grab you and kiss you harder than anyone has ever kissed you and I don't want to stop. I know there's a motel next door, I know what I want to do to you. Undress you, touch every part of you, kiss you, make you moan my name," he paused looking me in the eyes and I shivered, I had never wanted to jump a man more than I wanted to jump Dean at that moment, "but I am worried that if I do that, I will make you feel like that's all I want, it isn't, I have feelings for you, I care about you, I don't want to cross any lines, especially after what happened at the cabin." he bit his lip, I couldn't help it, I felt the same, wanted the same things, I moved forward and pressed my lips on his. I pushed through his lips with my tongue and met his, he breathed in sharply and kissed me back, he grabbed my waist and ran his hands down to my ass before I pulled away.

"Dean," I mumbled trying to catch my breath, "I want you, I want all those things and no black eyed demon pig is going to stop me from getting what I want."

Dean pulled me in for another kiss. We broke apart and we were both practically panting.

"I'll just call Sam and tell him where Dylan is," he whispered and I nodded, I needed to tell Dylan where I was going, even if I didn't tell her exactly what I was going to do. Dean got up and went outside to make the call, I walked over to Dylan and told her I felt unwell, I was going to book a room next door, she should stay and I would text her the room number, she smiled and nodded, kissing me on the cheek before going back to dancing. I walked out of the bar to see Dean leaning against the impala, his eyes lit up as he saw me. He grabbed my hand and we headed for the motel.