The motel was close to everything important, diner, convenience store for beer runs, and a seedy looking bar. There was a wide assortment of vehicles parked outside, starting with a line of motorcycles, to mid range luxury sedans to the family trucksters.
Dean pushed open the bars big red door and strolled in. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere. He automatically began planning escape routes and accessing threat levels to patrons, nothing he couldnt handle. Time to enjoy the scenery, and by that he meant scope out the chicks. A biker gang on the left was consoling their buddy about striking out with a woman sitting at the bar. He figured it was one with the long blonde hair who was asking for another drink. She was short enough to pass for a kid, but seemed to have a curvy hourglass figure from the back. The general consensus was she only into chicks.
Ok challenge accepted! He thought.
Dean strode over to the bar, noticing the bartender was eyeballing him. She started sending overt signals the moment she caught his eye. Licking her overly painted lips, crushing her arms together to give the illusion of bigger boobs. Maybe If the blonde didnt bite, nah she had that clingy, desperate look about her. And Dean wasn't only looking to score, that would just be a bonus, he just wanted a little downtime without the weight of the world on his shoulders. He got within about a foot or two of the blonde, when she suddenly jumped up, knocking over her stool, and then herself to the floor. She is hammered, he thought.
He heard someone making a joke at her expense, one of the bikers he guessed. The floozy bartender was stiffing a laugh. The petite woman tensed up like she was gonna tear into all of them.
Calm down Cupcake, he thought. And he reached down to pick her up off the ground. She got her feet under her fast, maybe she wasn't drunk, just clumsy? He lowered his head and said, "You know, when chicks usually fall for me, I don't stick around to pick them back up..."
Not his best line, but not his worst. The bartender, of cours,e started to giggle uncontrollably.
But the little spitfire just groaned.. Ouch, that hurt the old ego..
"Damn I must be losing my touch.. Maybe we should start again?" Dean turned her around to look at her. Damn, no wonder the biker tried to get in her pants. Not only because those jeans looked painted on, and she really filled out the tank top she was wearing. But that face, she was beautiful. Two big eyes looked up at him alittle dazed. Her full lips parted and she moaned out, "That's so not fair! You can not have that sexy voice And be that hot, it makes you a lethal weapon!" then she turned red and slapped her hands over her mouth.
Dean laughed out loud. Awesome! Back in the game.. He thought, Who knew that would come out of her mouth. She was wearing an adorable blush, and the fact she liked what she saw, was even better.
"I like you! You're hilarious.. C'mon lets get you another drink so the beer googles stay on.." He joked back, hoping she'd stay for awhile.
" Hey, can she get another shot and can I get a beer?" Dean called to the bartender.
"Sure thing handsome!" She simpered.
God, was she still trying.. Dean thought At least give me the chance to strike out with the blonde.
The bartender placed the glass down without acknowledging her competition at all. She then grabbed his beer bottle and began stroking it up and down before finally handing it over.
"Um thanks?" Dean was slightly embarrassed that she was throwing herself at him. Maybe if he ignored her, she'd back off. He turn to face the blonde.
"So where were we.. Yeah Hi, I'm Dean, Dean Winchester" He realized that Sam probably had their fake names and stories set up. Never mind, it can always be changed. Part of the game, stay loose so you can roll with any punches.
The blonde looked at him, started to say something, but the bartender cut her off.
" Hi Dean, wow sexy name for a sexy guy" She is chomping on gum and moving it around with her tongue, not at all sexy, she looked alittle like a cow chewing cud. But she continued speaking while twisting her dark hair around her fingers "Mmm... I'm Crystal!"
Really? I never would've guessed, Dean thought, mentally rolling his eyes.
"Of course you are.. " murmurs the blonde
Dean breaks out in a grin. His thoughts exactly.
The bartender finally stops staring at him to glare at her rival. "What?"
Dean can almost hear the blonde's thoughts, do I listen to the angel or the devil on my shoulder. She's deciding whether to just ignore the bartender or get into it with her. Please pick the devil, he thinks, not only to get the chic to back off, but he wants to see what she's got going on in that pretty little head of hers.
The blonde just smiled at the bartender, so Dean grabbed up his beer to take a swig. Angel won.. God damn Angels.
Then he heard her speak..
" Isn't funny how certain names sort of only belong to strippers and whores "
Dean chokes on his beer, totally worth it. For once he's glad the devil won a round. Go on, let her have it, he thinks smiling.
It's like they are on the same wave length, she continued to tear the bartender a new one. "I mean like Crystal, why would your parents do that to you, it's like setting you up to fail.. Unless... Its a fake name isnt it? You chose it yourself? Well then.. By all means continue advertising that you're easy"
God I love this chick! He thought with a smirk but then happened to take a look at the bartender. She should be trying to come up with something of her own, I mean the material was there, the blonde just fell on her ass minutes before.
But Dean could see she was mad as a plucked hen, she ended up spitting out her gum when she screamed out, "You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!"
He looked over at the blonde, but she's just watching the bartender with a bored look on her face. Doesn't she realize she's being threatened?
Just then the bartender, curled her hands into claws, intending to jump over the bar to slice at the little blonde. Dean easily caught both wrists in one hand, tossed some cash with his other, and shot the bartender a disgusted look. He grabbed the blonde's coat and propelled her backwards.
" We're leaving! She was just joking, lighten up.."
They walked to the door, Dean opens it and then places his hand on the small of her back, he strokes it a little, and hears something like a purr escape her lips. Then she looks confused, and muttered a line from Austin Powers about having no inner monologue. Dean is trying not to crack up, who is this chick? He wonders.
They make it outside, and he just can't hold it in anymore. It's all too much, his pick up, her set down, the things that escape her mouth when her guard's down. He has to know more about her. He leans against the building, looking her up and down.
"Well wasn't that fun?" He smirks.
"Tons" One word answer, he's disappointed, but he tries again.
" I think you found a friend for life in Crystal, don't you?" Dean waits and sees if she takes the bait.
" Definitely! We'll be having sleepovers and pillow fights in our underwear soon.." She replies.
Nice one, he thinks. He wiggles his eyebrows "Ok, how do I get in on that?"
She punches him lightly in the chest, with her tiny fist. He noted that she knew enough to keep her thumb on the outside.
He played along, "Ouch"
Then grins and said "Ok let's try this again... I'm Dean" then thinking, And your name is...?
She just laughed, shaking her head instead.
"What's is my name so funny?" Dean fake pouted but kept a grin on his face. C'mon who are you? He thought
"Not you! It's me, I have one of those names that classifies you as a slut, if she'd have laughed it off, I would've told her. Maybe then there would've been slumber parties... "
"Really?" He drawled "Interesting... Maybe I can guess your name..."
" Yeah you have probably have known a lot of whores,.." Wow, she was quick.. and kinda accurate, he thought and then laughed at his own expense.
Dean grinned "Let's see then.. Misty?"
No confirmation from the blonde, so he continues "Starla?"
She smiles and shakes her head
"Ok last guess, umm Tina?"
"Nope" She giggled, it was cute, and sexy.. The bartender should've taken lessons from her.
"Ok then tell me?"Dean was really anxious to know, he had no idea why, usually he didn't really bother to learn their names. What was so special about this chick?
"It's _"
Sweet mother of God.
"Yeah that is a name that screams sex..Literally.. " Dean said sporting a huge smile. She blushed from the cheesy line. Totally worth it.
"Well going back in the bar is out, you wanna grab something to eat?" Dean wanted to spend a little more time with this one. She sort of stood there for a minute, and he started to think maybe he'd read the signs wrong.
"Sure, if you want to, Umm we don't have to, I mean I can walk back to the motel, I'm good.. " she was stammering, and it was pretty damn cute. She was obviously more comfortable with sarcastic banter so he gave her something to work with.
Dean winked and said "Well now, if you wanna get me back to the motel, You should at least take me to dinner first."
She picked up the gauntlet pretty fast like he'd hoped. "Well of course, you wouldn't want to appear easy.."
He let out a laugh, through an arm over her shoulders and they headed to the diner...
