Demons and Lovers
Disclaimer: This is my version of the past present and future of the Winchester boys and other characters none of which I own.
Chapter 2
Early the next morning as he left the motel room to go get breakfast he was still thinking of that girl.
For the most part only easy girls hung out at bars like the one he had been to last night, so it should
have been an easy score. Then it occurred to him that it must have been her, maybe she was out of her
mind or possessed, no babe in their right mind would turn down Dean Winchester. With that out of the
way a smile slipped back onto his face as he rationalized that he was still every woman's fantasy and
there was nothing to worry about. The impala rode into the diner's parking lot, and Dean, eager to
prove that he could still charm any woman confidently strolled into the establishment. But
unfortunately for Dean things didn't always go as planned. He was walking towards a booth trying to
decide on pancakes or waffles when a familiar voice at the end of the diner caused him to look up.
Her back was to him again and the sunlight shinning on her pretty hair would have made an awesome
sight if the fight she was having with someone on her cell wasn't distorting the picture.
"I can't believe you tracker, I thought you were the most responsible guy, yet you left me here." she said
trying to remain calm but not being able to pull it off. "Don't give me that bull... no I don't want to.....
Just get your ass back... Tracker? Tracker?"
"Ugh" She groaned as she slammed her phone on the table.
"Temper, temper little girl" Dean mocked as he slid into the booth seat across from her. "Now what
could get such a sweet charming young thing such as you in such a mood? Did your bitchy side finally
make an appearance and scare him away?"
She rolled her eyes. "Tracker is not my...you know what it is none of your business anyway so why don't
you go sit by yourself; it's obvious that you absolutely love the company you'd be keeping."
"What can I get you two love birds?" The waitress asked.
"We are not.."
"Yeah I'll have the short stack, eggs over easy, bacon, and some coffee. The little lady will have the eye
of newt with a glass of babies blood. I didn't get that wrong did I sweetness it's what all the witches are
eating nowadays right?"
"You two must be just getting past your honeymoon stage." The waitress said with a smile.
"Yes we sure are, right honey?"Dean said in a sickly sweet voice that ended on a sharp intake of air
when she kicked his shin under the table.
"How about 2 slices of French toast with bacon?" The waitress asked the girl.
"Sure" the girl replied. As soon as the waitress was out of hearing distance she continued with "At least
if I have to suffer your company you're buying. Okay buttercup."
Dean sent a smirk in her direction. "So do you actually have a name or do they just give you a number in
Hell these days?"
"Cute. Your witty repartee must be the reason you get all the bar skanks and their venereal diseases.
And it's Maggie by the way." She finished angrily.
"Let's try this again, shall we? My name is Dean and your name is.....and don't tell me Maggie because
the s on your necklace makes me think you might have lied to me before."
She stared at him for a moment weighing her options and mentally kicking herself for wearing a piece of
jewelry that could give her away so easily. "Fine whatever, you win. It's Stacy."
"See how easy that was, now let's move onto your boyfriend and why he dumped you here." Dean said
in a mocking voice.
"I'm sorry but I've only known you for all of ten seconds. For all I know your some kind of serial killer
who picks up strange women in bars and makes Halloween costumes out of them. I know we might be a
few hundred miles from Wisconsin but I here psychos are branching out to greener pastures these
days."
Looking deadly serious Dean leaned across the table closer to Stacy before saying "So I'm guessing now
Wouldn't be a good time to tell you to put the lotion in the basket?"
With that she burst out laughing as his once stoic face changed instantaneously with a smile.
"So you two made up huh?" The waitress asked as she poured Deans coffee. "I'm sorry, I plumb forgot
to ask what you wanted to drink miss?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll just have a coke. I actually forgot myself you see when my husband here puts
his mind to it he can be a real distraction."
Picking up Stacy's hand he gently bit the outside of her palm then winked at the waitress. "You know it
baby."
Stacy blushed a deep pink and tried to calm herself down. When the waitress was out of hearing range
she pulled her hand away sharply. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked although she couldn't
tell if she was addressing the question to herself or Dean. "That lady might have jumped to the wrong
conclusion about us but there is no need for you to follow her that far into her delusions."
"You could have done worse? And what's wrong with playing along?"Dean asked.
"You're not going to get anywhere so don't even try." She said with a tight smile.
"Who said I was trying? And what your boyfriends just going to turn around after you bitched
him out on the phone? Not likely, he'll probably keep going in any direction away from you."
"He's not my boyfriend he's my brother and of course he's coming back for me he just has a
very important job to do right now." she said defensively. "So let's just drop the subject."
"Fine." Dean agreed tersely.
"Fine."
The waitress had just cleared their plates and they were sitting in comfortable silence.
Dean reading the paper and Stacy was looking out the window when finally she spoke up.
"So how were your pancakes?"
"Great" He said with a questioning look.
"Could I have a part of that paper when you're finished?" She said in a sweet voice.
"Fine" He said handing part of it to her.
They were both silently reading when Stacy dipped the paper she was reading to look over
at Dean. "Why are you circling these stories? You hardly look like the type to be writing
a letter to the editor."
"Just interested I guess." Dean replied not looking up.
"Well it's getting late and I really should get back to my place and try to get a hold of my
idiot brother." Stacy said with a sigh, mentally dreading having to make the call. "Thanks for breakfast
and maybe I'll see you around sometime."
"Right" Dean said knowing that the possibility of that happening was probably close to zero. "Well have
a great life, and be careful" Dean said with a smirk.
Stacy walked out of the diner and down the street to the motel she was staying at. As she closed the
door to her room behind her she leaned against it. 'Dean was certainly no serial killer' she thought 'But it
did take all kinds of crazy to hunt the supernatural.'
She walked over to the bed and lay down. Groaning she pulled out her cell and pushed the
speed dial for Tracker. When the ringing stopped and went to voicemail she fought the sudden
urge to throw her phone. "Please Tracker come back I'm sure the case will still be there when you
get back. My backpack with my id and my debit card is still in your car. I won't be able to get myself
anywhere near home without some cash. Nobody is answering the phone, so please just..."
"Beeeeep"
"Shit" she yelled at the ceiling.
It had been a long three days for Dean but he had salt fired a mercenary spirit and now that his gig was
one he could move onto what had become the best part of his day. The door creaked as he entered the
bar, just as he had been for the last few days. And just like those other occasions he immediately
grabbed a beer and sauntered over to where she was playing pool. He took an extra moment tonight to
enjoy the view as she bent over to aim her shot in those tight fitting jeans. Stacy almost fell over as her
she made her shot into thin air. Faster then she could have imagined he could move Dean had stepped
beside her and grabbed her cue ball before she got to make her shot.
"Hey, you jerk that's not very nice." she said giving him what she hoped was a fierce look.
"You have known me three days in which I have been nice to you how many times?"
"Never, fine you win." she said rolling her eyes.
"Now that you're through pouting you want to play a game?" He said with the tone of an arrogant older
brother.
She suddenly smiled evilly, "Sure I'd love a chance to rack your balls."
Hours later they were tied 3 games won apiece.
"Okay one more game to prove whose number one. But I say we raise the stakes because neither
of us has either won or lost any money. You in?" Dean said with a sly look.
"What pray tell would you want for winning?" Stacy asked knowing with almost a perfect certainty of
what he would demand.
"A kiss. What else?"
Stunned Stacy looked mystified for a moment before replying, "Just a kiss? Wow. I must have had you
pegged all wrong I really thought you would want sex."
"Ohh, I do, but my kisses are irresistible, you can't have just one and walk away."
"Okay Don Juan I'll take your bet, but if I win you have to drive me to California."
"You do realize that you won't win right?" Dean cockily countered.
This was it, if she made this shot she would have her ticket to California, now she just had to not mess
up. She leaned forward aimed the stick and made her move. It was agonizing seeing the cue ball hit her
mark and slowly make its way to the pocket. Just as the ball reached its destination it allowed to a stop a
mere millimeters from victory. 'Fuck' she thought. She didn't have to turn to see Dean smile in
satisfaction. With the deft moves of a pool hustler Dean made his three winning shots. He smiled like
the devil himself but suprisingly didn't gloat. He threw back the last of his beer and took the pool cue
from her hands.
"Hey I'll walk you back to the motel" he said before guiding her out of the bar with a gentle
push to the small of her back.
Stacy was speechless, and so furious with her defeat that she hadn't noticed that they had were almost
to her room. Her trance was broken however when Dean cleared his voice. As he did so Stacy looked up
towards him. he cupped her face with one hand while pulling her closer with the other. For a moment
he hesitated and then he was kissing her, slowly at first but then Stacy sighed dreamily and the kiss
deepened. He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth for a moment before their tongues entwined
fiercely. A loud buzz sounded just shortly before the first strains of "One way or another" by blondie.
Stacy pulled away from Dean sharply, her hands slipping from his hair to pull her phone out of her
pocket. She stopped the phone, and glanced up at Dean who was watching her intently. She suddenly
felt like a cornered animal.
"Well thanks for the game." She said with a wobbly voice before kissed him quickly then darted
into her motel room. Once the door was locked she leaned against it breathing roughly with a
blush at her checks.
Dean on the other hand was puzzled. He had just shared an amazing kiss with a girl, one that even he
could confidently say would always be memorable. The crazy part was that he was standing alone after
that kiss, on the locked side of the door. He prayed as he shuffled back to his own room that this was
only because of her and not because he was losing his touch.
~Hope you enjoyed it. TBC