Episode 6: Intermission

After leaving Tombstone in a slight hurry, we crossed the state line and ended up in a small town in New Mexico. It was around ten pm when we checked into a motel on the outskirts of town. None of us were tired. After we were all showered and cleaned up, we sat around debating what to do.

"Bar. I vote bar." Dean said, sitting on my bed and lacing up his boots.

"You always vote bar." Sam told him.

"We had a victory! We ganked some vamps, saved a kid, and Mina kicked the shit out of a dude. It's cause to celebrate." Dean explained, throwing his hands in the air.

"I agree. Let's go out." I was feeling pretty good about myself, and I'd been cooped up in the bunker for weeks. "Plus, isn't a beer in order after a hunt?"

"Yes, yes it IS." Dean said.

"I'm not disagreeing! I'm just saying that you always want to go to a bar." Sam laughed. "Preferably one with hot bartenders."

Dean pointed at am. "You sir, are correct."

The closest bar was walking distance, so we all bundled up and headed down. It was called the Double Deuce, and loud country music spilled from the doorway. A large bouncer checked our ID's (fake of course) and let us in.

The lighting was dim, and neon bar signs cast a pale orange glow around the place. The bar area was crowded, so we found a tall table and ordered beers all around. There was a dance floor opposite us.

When our drinks came, we all clinked bottles. "To a hunt well-done." Sam said. We all nodded and drank.

After about four beers, I found myself on the dance floor, line dancing with a man who had to be in his sixties or seventies. I was tripping all over him as he tried to show me the convoluted steps to some strange dance, but it was fun.

"That doesn't bother you, dude?" Dean took a pull from his beer and looked from Mina, who was out dancing with a geriatric man and had somehow managed to steal his cowboy hat, back to Sam.

"Does what bother me?" Sam asked.

"That your little girlfriend turns into Drunky Mc'Dancing Shoes after a couple beers."

A look of panic flashed across Sam's handsome face. "My girlfriend?"

Dean smiled his devilish grin. "Oh come on. I've been around you for weeks. You have a major thing for that girl." His grin widened as Sam appeared to become more uncomfortable. "Not that I blame you. I mean, she's hot. And she's tough."

"Yeah, you keep saying she's hot." Sam gritted his teeth. "But no, it doesn't bother me. I'm not threatened by a seventy year old man trying to teach her some stupid dance."

As if on cue, Mina broke away from the man, and, still wearing his hat, approached the table. She slung her arm around Sam's shoulders and grinned from him to Dean. "So." She began, taking another drink of her beer. "Does either one of you handsome assholes know how to two step?"

Sam shook his head. "I must've missed that one in dance class." He chuckled.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Dean stated. He raised his eyebrows and looked smug.

"You do?" Sam looked surprised.

"Then guess what you're about to do?" Mina grabbed Dean's hand.

"Two step with you?" Dean asked as she pulled him to the floor. "What a surprise! Didn't see that coming." He called back to Sam sarcastically.

I was super buzzed. I hadn't realized I was such a lightweight. I pulled Dean out onto the dance floor, and you know what? He was a damn good dancer. "Where'd you learn to two step?" I asked him. He spun me away from him, and then back, catching me with strong arms. While I was definitely all about Sam, I could see why women found Dean to be such a charmer.

"I'll never tell." He told her, laughing. "You are so buzzed right now." He seemed amused.

"I haven't been out in weeks, and I'm with two of the baddest guys I know. I'm safe. I'm knocking a few back." I said. He spun me again, and we continued around the floor. I tipped the cowboy hat back on my head.

I saw a group of attractive girls over to one side of the floor. And I saw Sam sitting by himself at the tall table where we'd left him. He looked so damned sexy over there, in his flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled just right and his hair just brushing his collar. I wanted him out of that shirt. And I had a crazy, wonderful idea. I wanted Sam and I wanted him bad, but that couldn't happen if the door between our hotel rooms was open. A devious and ultimately awesome plan developed in my mind.

I shifted our direction just enough to where the next time Dean spun me, I "lost control" and crashed into the best looking girl in the group. A pretty blonde.

"What the fuck?" The girl turned around. I smiled at her.

"I am SO sorry!" I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. "I am way too messed up to dance with this handsome guy here. Maybe you should cut in!" I quickly transitioned Dean from myself to this new girl, who was looking at him like he was lunch. As she should. Dean was hot. Sam was handsome and rugged. Dean was like walking sex appeal.

"I can get women on my own, thankyouverymuch." He leaned over and whispered to me.

"I know, but a little help is never bad." I whispered back. "Happy hunting. I won't wait up." I winked and sauntered back over to Sam.

He had been watching the entire thing with the cool, collected demeanor that I'd become so accustomed to with him. Glancing back over my shoulder to make sure Dean wasn't paying attention, I climbed up on Sam's lap, straddling him, and planted a huge kiss on his lips. "I want you and I want you now."

"Now?" He asked. I nodded.

"Where?" He began to grin. He was into it. Sam always seemed shy, but he was an intense lover and I'd learned he was a risk taker.

"You choose. As long as it's within the next five minutes. Don't keep a girl waiting." I said. He grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the bar. He peered into the ladies room. It was amazingly clean. He pushed me in and locked the door behind us.

Our hands were immediately all over each other. He slammed me up against the wall, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down, as I did the same to his. Mine came off, and he spent a good deal of time down between my legs, doing magical things with his tongue, before coming back up and passionately kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips. He picked me up and thrust himself into me, pressing me against the wall. I was amazed at his strength. And his vitality. He had me moaning in ecstasy within seconds.

We didn't take long- a quickie was just what we'd both wanted, at least to tide us over until we got back to the hotel. I was surprised at how fast my orgasm came. When we were done, he gently set me down, and we both leaned against the wall and caught our breaths. He reached his hand over and took mine. "What are we doing Mina?"

I was caught off guard. "Having sex in a bathroom?" I suggested.

"No. I mean us. We've been at it a month."

"I can't get enough of you, to tell you the truth, Sam." I said. He looked at me, amazed. "I'm buzzed. I'm very honest when buzzed."

He nodded. "I haven't had an actual girlfriend in years. But I feel like that's what this is turning into."

It was my turn to nod. "Is that good or bad?"

"It's definitely good in my book. I can't get enough of you either." Sam smiled. "So I guess it's decided then." He raised his eyebrows questioningly. I nodded again. He pulled me close to him, leaned down, and kissed me, the gentlest kiss ever.

I drew in a breath and closed my eyes. The moment was perfect.

Then someone started pounding on the door. "Hey!" We heard from outside. "Some people have to pee out here!"

We looked at each other, quickly dressed, and did the walk of shame out of the bathroom together. A couple girls were in line. One of them high fived me and started clapping. "He's a fine one, honey, you take him home with you tonight!" She called after me. Sam gave me a sheepish look. I laughed.

We went back to our table, each ordered one more beer, and sat across from each other.

"Is it weird that we just officially started a relationship in a bathroom in a shitty bar in New Mexico?" Sam asked me.

"Yes."

"Are you happy with it?"

"Very." I beamed at him. "Are you?"

"Very." He smiled back. "How could I not be?"

"Well I am part demon."

"You're part angel, too."

When we got back to the motel, the doors between the rooms were closed and locked, and we could hear a girl giggling in Dean's room.

"Nice work, by the way. I saw the Dean hand-off." Sam complimented me as we entered the room and changed into pajamas.

"Thank you. I figured we could use some alone time." I said. We both climbed into the same bed that night, and honestly, we had every intention of going right to sleep. But things got gropey, and one thing led to another, and sleep was not had for a while longer.

Hades had set up shop in Las Vegas. He'd never been there, and figured a penthouse suite would be perfect for a being of his grandeur. He was honing in on the girl. It wouldn't be long until he found her, took her, and she opened the jar for him. Then the entire world would be on it's knees and at his mercy.

His domain would be the only place safe from the hell that would be unleashed from Pandora's "box". He'd spent years making sure of that. Heaven and Hell would crash before him. And the best part was, they didn't even know.