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Chapter 6
Carmen pulled into the dirt lot of the Roadhouse just in time to see Ellen and Jo storm inside. Sam and Dean were standing by the Impala looking in the direction the two Harvelle women had just went. Carmen took off her helmet, shook her hair out, and looked at Sam and Dean.
"What's got their panties in a twist?" Carmen asked them, still sitting on her bike. The Winchesters looked at her as if she hadn't been there a moment ago. 'Wow guys. Way to be observant. And you call yourselves hunters.' Carmen thought rolling her eyes.
"Jo had a case that Ellen had us take from her. Jo ended up showing up and working the case with us. So she lied to Ellen and told her that she went to Vegas. Ellen showed up and we just got back." Sam explained. Carmen stayed silent for a minute taking in what Sam had just said. And then it clicked. "You worked a case with Jo? And Ellen found out?" Carmen said tensing up.
"Yeah. That's what he just said Carmen." Dean said slightly annoyed. "Shit." Carmen mumbled as she quickly got off her bike and started towards the door to the big wooden building. As Carmen got onto the porch Jo stormed outside. "Dammit." Carmen said walking inside. Carmen walked inside to see Ellen nursing a freshly poured glass of whiskey. The look on Ellen's face told Carmen everything she needed to know.
"So I heard that you found out that Jo went on a case without your permission. And with Sam and Dean no less." Carmen said walking up to the bar but not sitting down. Ellen looked at Carmen but said nothing. "This is about them isn't it? The hunt he didn't come back from." Carmen asked already knowing the answer.
Ellen gave her a hard look for a few seconds. "And what do you know about it, Carmen Davis?" Ellen asked standing up straight and putting her glass on the counter. "I know all about it. John told me all about it. And I know he told you all about it as well." Carmen said placing both hands on the bar and leaning forward.
"She knows now, doesn't she? That John partnered up with her dad on his last hunt." Carmen asked, again already knowing the answer. "Yes. She knows." Ellen said taking another sip from her glass. "Do you still blame him?" Carmen said feeling her muscles coil with tension. Ellen didn't say anything.
"And now you're going to blame Sam and Dean that they didn't even know about? In your mind it's like father, like sons. Well Jo sure does look alive and healthy to me, Ellen." Carmen said, venom seeping into her voice.
"They let my daughter get caught when they should have been protecting her." Ellen said in a hard tone. "They way I hear it, she showed up without their knowledge. And from the looks of it they got her back and she's safe. Looks like to me they saved Jo's ass when she had no idea what she was getting into." Carmen growled.
"She shouldn't have been hunting with them at all!" Ellen yelled. "They almost let my daughter get killed! Just like their daddy let my husband get killed!" Ellen yelled back. Carmen snapped. "John Winchester was alot of things, Ellen Harvelle, but he was a damn good hunter and his damn boys are just as good at what they do!" Carmen screamed slamming her hand on the bar.
"John Winchester was a good partner and a damn good hunter, but John Winchester also had tunnel vision! He was so damn focused on that damn demon he would barely sleep at night! Sam and Dean care about people dammit! They took care of your wanna be hunter daughter when she had no damn idea what she was getting into! You should be thanking them for looking out for her!" Carmen continued to scream.
Carmen respected Ellen and she was a good friend to the young hunter, but at the moment Carmen could barely stand to look at her. Carmen turned and stormed out of the bar to see Sam, Dean, and Jo all looking at the Roadhouse. Carmen stormed to her bike, put on her helmet, straddled and cranked the bike and then looked at Sam.
"I'm going to Bobby's til I find another case. I suggest you do the same." Carmen said slamming the visor down torn out of the dirt lot slinging rocks and dust behind her.
Sam and Dean showed up two days after Carmen had drove away from the Roadhouse like a bat out of Hell. They walked into Bobby's to find Carmen in Bobby's den. She was reclined in the chair behind the book covered desk with her bare feet propped up, a beer bottle in one hand, twirling a butterfly knife in the other, and a thick book in her lap.
Carmen must have heard them because she looked up as they walked in. "Took you two long enough. You two decide to have a vacation on your way over?" Carmen said taking a sip of her beer. "Oh yeah. It was great fun. Booze, naked babes, and condoms everywhere. Too bad you weren't there. Might have enjoyed yourself." Dean said grabbing a beer from the fridge. Carmen looked back down at the book she was reading.
"Yep. That sounds about right for you, Dean. But if I had been there, you wouldn't have needed any of the other naked babes. I'm almost more than you can handle alone." Carmen said as she started reading again.
'And don't I know it.' Dean thought as he looked Carmen over. Dean had had ALOT of sex in his day, but his one time with Carmen always seemed to pop up at the most unlikely times. Mostly when he was either bored driving or trying to sleep after a hard case. Carmen was almost his dream woman come true.
Except he still didn't like her too much.
The thing Dean remembered the most about that day in the garage was Carmen's eyes when they had been having sex. Most of the time they were hazel-green, but they had been more green than hazel that day. And the look in her eyes when she came that first time still made him hard.
He actually wouldn't have minded having another go at her if he didn't think that she would carve his nuts off. Maybe he could get her to say yes to another round until they found a new case. It was worth a try.
Carmen happened to have looked up a few minutes after Dean had shut up to find him looking at her. And with an expression she hadn't seen since their fling in the garage in the junk yard. And the longer he looked at her like that, the hotter she felt herself getting.
She wasn't gonna lie, Dean was damn attractive. Rock hard body from a hard life of hunting, a ruggedly handsome face he inherited from his dad, soft brown hair that she had ran her hands through many times that day, and he was just as damaged as she was.
Carmen had a feeling that she would be getting a visit from Dean later. And if he didn't come to her, than damn it all, she was going to him.
Sure enough, later that evening Dean showed up in the small spare room that Carmen liked to occupy with two bottles of beer. Bobby had fell asleep a few hours ago and she didn't know what Sam was up to. Dean closed the door behind him and walked towards her at the window seat.
Dean handed her one of the bottles and she took it. "Thanks." she said taking a sip.
"Can't say that I'm surprised to see you." Carmen said looking up at him from his reclined position against the window frame. "Is that so? And why do you say that? Could just be in a friendly mood to talk." Dean said tipping his bottle up.
Carmen silently chuckled. "I seen the way you were looking at me Dean. And I've only ever seen you look at me like that once before. And I believe I was naked at the time." Carmen said taking a sip of her beer with a smile on her lips.
'Well that was unexpected.' Dean thought looking down at Carmen. She worn a red cotton spaghetti strap top and short black cotton shorts. And because of those shorts, Dean was getting a fair view of the bottom of Carmen's ass.
"Okay. So you know why I'm here. So what do you wanna do about it?" Dean asked her.
Carmen looked at Dean and thought his question over. What did she want to do about it. The sex hadn't been bad. Far from it. And Carmen hadn't felt so tense afterwards either. Maybe having sex with Dean again wouldn't be a bad thing.
She knew that Dean got laid plenty, but Carmen never really found guys that just made her want to jump into bed with them. So as long as he was offering, she might as well take advantage. "An arrangement. No strings sex when we can spare it. I don't get laid enough and it's a great stress reliever for me." Carmen said, obviously surprising Dean.
"When I'm not around for you to have sex with, you have bang any chick you want. But when I'm around, unless one of us is injured from a hunt, I expect sex from you. And if the sex between us ever starts to get in the way of cases when we work together, we call it quits. Deal?" Carmen asked Dean, not looking away from his beautifully haunted green eyes.