I'm currently all out of fun disclaimers.
It's been awhile, no? Haha. Hope you all like this one!
"So, you come here often?" Dean asked lamely as the blonde sunk another striped ball into a corner pocket.
"On and off," she grinned as she set down the glazed, wooden stick. "I believe you owe me fifty."
Dean took a long drink of his beer. "How about I keep my fifty, and we play for something better."
"What could be better than cold, hard cash?" she asked with a flip of her hair and a laugh.
"A night with yours truly." He smiled cockily.
"And what do I get when I win?"
"Actually, that was the prize."
She looked him up and down. "Baby, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you aren't any kind of prize."
"I think you're wrong." Dean slowly sauntered up to her, "I'm as good as it gets."
She laughed a little more. It was oddly menacing, and the sound pushed Dean back just a little. "I'd like to see you prove it, honey, I really would." She grabbed a fistful of his jacket and pulled him close enough to whisper in his ear, "But I'll bet you the fifty you owe me that I've had better." Pushing him a few steps away, she picked up the pool stick. "Winner takes all?"
"Fuck that," Dean said taking it from her. "I'll use the fifty to buy you a drink. What do you say after that we head out?"
"Depends on the drink." She glided ahead of him.
"Your pick." Dean slid onto a stool beside the one she had chosen.
"Grateful Dead," she told the bartender.
Dean stared at her. "You're disgusting."
"Either that or you're weak," She shrugged and flashed the man a smile as he set her drink before her.
"Beer," Dean ordered.
"Not very imaginative are we?" she remarked in a low voice that Dean had to lean in to hear.
He smirked, "Not here anyway."
The girl laughed, her blonde hair shaking from the act. She seemed thoughtful as she sipped her drink. "How long are you in town for?"
"Probably just tonight." There was a lull in the music and Dean could hear a new pool game starting, glasses clinking, and the door opening.
"That's such a-" she broke off and a perplexed look settled onto her face. "So that's what you smell like," she muttered. Dean knew he wasn't supposed to hear her. Shaking her head, she slid a smile back in place, but pushed back her chair. "It's been fun, baby, but I gotta run." Tilting back her head, she swallowed the last of her drink.
"What about that fifty I owe you?" he asked with a voice full of innuendos.
She laughed and toyed wit the collar of his jacket, "I'm sure I'll get it from you eventually."
"You could get it from me now."
"If you insist." She easily slid into his lap and straddled his waist. "Hope you don't mind a show," she whispered into his ear.
He would have answered that question with a resounding 'no,' but her lips were already blocking his words. She let his tongue tangle with hers and his hands explore her lower back as she fished the money from his jacket pocket. He should have put the cash in a different place.
He felt her lips curve into a smile as she pulled away. "Well, well, well. Look who came out to play." She stood in front of Dean, who still had a hand on her thigh, and turned to face a very pissed off woman. "The powers that be let you out of your cage early tonight, Chastity?"
"If you're done being a witch, Kisten, I suggest you head back home." Chase stood taller than Dean remembered. Her hands seemed to grip her hips as she tapped the heel of her black boot.
"Witch?" Kisten faked outrage, "Bite your tongue!"
Dean glance at Chase, unsure about what was going on. How did they know each other? What gave Chase the right to order Kisten around. Kisten. He liked it. "Um…"
"Hush," Kisten scolded like he was a child. "So what are you doing here, Chastity? Coming to half-ass something else?"
"Excuse me?" Chase's voice sent a shiver down Dean's back.
"I don't know why or how, but I smell you all over him. And yet, there's no claim."
She smelled her? On him? What the hell kind of remark was that?
Kisten's grin deepened evilly as her eyes flashed a shade lighter, "I'd be more than happy to fix that."
Dean's eyes grew wide. Kisten's eyes were almost yellow. And the only thing he knew that had yellow eyes was a wolf. This wasn't fun anymore.
"Stay away from him, Kist." Chase warned. Her fist clenched and unclenched at her side.
"Give me one good reason I should."
"It's not your claim to stake."
For some reason the remark made Kisten pause.
Dean interrupted while he had the chance. "Hate to break this up, but-"
"I said quiet, baby." Kisten held a finger to his lips.
Okay, now he was mad. No bitch was going to order him around like that.
"I'll give him back when I'm done," Kisten was almost pleading. "He'll bitch and moan at first, but he'll like it. You know he will."
"Home, Kist." Chase practically growled. "Now."
Pouting, Kisten stepped away from Dean. "Fine." she said before stalking out of the bar.
Chase sighed and sank down into the seat Kisten had given up. "Sometimes, I want to drive a stake through her heart," she muttered.
"So…can I talk now?" Dean sarcastically asked.
"What?" Chase turned to him. "Oh, yeah, of course." She nodded her head as the bartender placed a small glass brimming with an amber liquid.
"What in the hell was that?" Dean hissed as she tilted back her head to swallow the drink.
The tiny tumbler sounded a slight chink as it hit the wood of the bar. "Sometimes Kist forgets her place. That's all." Another glass replaced the first.
"That's your answer?" Dean watched the shot glass resume its place at the bar.
"Yup."
"Let me try again." He placed his hand on her arm to get her attention. "Tell me what the hell's going on."
Chase pushed his hand away and downed the third shot, "I told you."
"You didn't answer my question."
"You don't ask very good questions." The empty glass was replaced by a taller one that bubbled with some strange drink.
Dean's faced tightened as he watched her finish off the mug in just a few gulps. "How do you know her?"
Chase put a hand to her head. "I met her in France. We live together."
"She's…like you?"
Snickering for some reason unknown to him, she replied, "So it seems."
"And she can smell you on me?" Dean felt like he was talking to a child.
Probably enjoying his frustration, Chase twirled a strand of hair around her index finger, "That's what she says. I'd like to disagree, but, then again, I can't really smell myself." She giggled again.
"Why do I smell like you?" He tried again.
"Because," she smiled at him and lowered her voice, "a loup-garou's scent tends to linger." She stood, shaking just enough for him to notice. "I just came to find Kisten. I should leave now."
"Hey," Dean said catching her elbow as she took a few steps forward, "let me take you home."
"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Winchester. Thank you very much." She jerked her arm out of his reach. Unfortunately, the motion sent her backwards right back onto the stool.
Dean laughed, "It doesn't take much to get you drunk." He helped her up again.
"I'm not drunk," she muttered darkly, But she didn't pull her arm away.
"Right," He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "Why were you in France?"
"That's where I went." Her voice was heavy with the effects of the alcohol.
He laughed again. Too bad she could still kick his ass if he tried anything. "I guessed that. I want to know why you left."
She shrugged as he led her down the street. "So I wouldn't be left."
XxXxX
"Chase?" a voice accompanied the sunlight that invaded her eyes.
"Mmhmm?" Chase replied lethargically. It was warm in her bed. Her black sheets were exactly the right temperature and the plush, red, comforter felt so good wrapped around her.
"I'm sorry to wake you up, but I need to ask you a question."
Chase stretched and fully opened her eyes. "Yeah?" she asked pushing herself into an upright position.
The girl twirled a gold ring around her thumb as she perched at the bottom of Chase's bed. "I…I, um…"
"Spit it out." Chase sighed. She didn't have much patience in the morning.
"I was there when he brought you home last night he didn't see me I just saw him and I just wanted to know if…maybe…" She ran a hand through her auburn tresses in anxiety.
"Oh, Maddy," Chase said with a small frown. She reached out and gave the girl a hug. "I'm sorry."
"No," Maddy corrected, "It's not your fault. I just want to know if he's alright." She looked up hopefully.
"Yeah, Sam's fine." Chase smiled at her.
The tension in Maddy's face relaxed. "Good," she breathed, "good."
"Madison!" Lilly came bounding into the room, "Kist and I need you to be the deciding vote. Oh!" she exclaimed when she saw Chase, " Good, you're awake. You can back me up."
"She's not backing you up! She's backing me up!" Kisten sidled into the room. "Morning, Chase,' she said with a tentative smile.
"Hey, Kist." Chase returned the smile with a grin of her own. She couldn't stay mad at Kisten, the girl wasn't ruthless, just a little impulsive.
"What's going on?" Madison asked.
Chase laughed silently. As if she didn't already know the answer.
"Do you know where Kist wants to go?" Lilly asked, "She wants to go to Spain!"
"What's wrong with Spain?" Kisten retorted.
"We can't hunt in Spain!" Lilly practically shouted.
Kisten crossed her arms. "Maybe not that kind of hunting," she muttered.
"Oh, yeah," Lilly turned to Chase and Madison, "She wants to play with the bull fighters. And ruin everything we stand for!" Lilly yelled the last part at her sister.
"Not true! There's a nice jungle or whatever within distance. We could make it work!"
"That 'nice jungle' is four hours away!" Lilly countered. "Now, I think it would be better if we moved to-"
"Germany!" Kisten interrupted, "The girl wants to move to Germany!"
"What's wrong with Germany?" Lilly asked, "It's very logical. Wooded area, older houses, no crazy bulls, and most of all we can get land far away from humans."
"That's what's wrong with it, Lill! We didn't survive this long by avoiding humans! Besides none of us can speak German!"
"I can a little," Madison piped up.
"Shh!" Kisten replied quickly. Lilly's face grew smug.
"Please," Chase rolled her eyes, "Why don't we put off the move for a few days. I could kind of use a break, and I'm sure you guys are not as gung-ho about this as you act."
"Well…" Lilly trailed off.
"It would be nice to actually think this one over," Kist mused, "Maybe Africa. No, too hot. Antarctica's too cold…" she left the room mumbling to herself.
"I don't know Chase." Lilly sat next to Madison, "We all need to hunt, and I, personally, don't want to be chased by an angry mob."
Chase bit her bottom lip. "You know, I might have a solution for that." She pushed the blanket back and climbed out of her bed. "Oh,' she mumbled when she caught sight of her reflection. "How drunk did I get last night?"
"You should be very thankful that hangovers don't exist to us," Lilly replied, "Otherwise, you'd be out like a light." Giggling, she left the room.
"Where are you going?" Madison asked as Chase stepped into her tiny bathroom to shower.
"God only knows," Chase whispered. But she knew Maddy heard.