So...start throwing the rotten fruit and vegetables...its my fault there hasnt been any updates. although Persephone and i write this together, im charged with posting. first it was the hoildays, then school started again and blah blah blah...im pretty sure y'all are already reading the chapter. anyways...sorry this took so long...made it extra long and a little bit naughty as an "im sorry" present.
Ace watched as Dean showed off the impala. She tapped her teal spiked knee high boots on the gravel and waited for him to be finished with the damn unveiling. They had been at Bobby's two weeks while he and Jinx put the car back together. She had to admit it looked damn good. Really, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Not now, not ever.
"Doesn't she look good?" Dean asked looking at Jinx, Sam, Ace and Bobby.
"She looks great. Can we go now before someone else looses their head?" Ace asked tossing her bag in the back of Jinx's jeep.
"We're going. Geez, prissy is uptight."
"Not as uptight as you, Pinky."
"See you Bobby," Jinx said hugging him.
"See you. You look out for those idjits, well you? I worry about them," Bobby whispered.
"I will. Take care of yourself."
"I always do."
"Bye Bobby," Sam said.
"See you," Dean added climbing into the impala.
"Bye Bobby. I will try not to kill Dean since I know you like him. Why I don't know," Ace said.
"Made a promise to his daddy I'd watch over him."
"Oh. Well, does it count if I don't tell you?"
"Get in the car," Jinx said whistling for Baby who came running.
Ace got in and sat in the passenger seat. She waited for Jinx to get in. She pulled out her phone when it rang. She rolled her eyes. Steven again. She banged her head against the seat. Jinx climbed in and looked at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Steven is annoying me."
"Let me."
Ace gladly let Jinx have her phone. She sat back and smiled. Steven was going to get it now.
"Hello?" Steven said.
"Hiya, Stevie. How is life going there in Boston?"
"Fine, Jinx. Is Ace with you?"
"Ace, nope. She ran off with a guy. I think she said Vegas and wedding chapel. Not to sure, she was pretty drunk... Or was I pretty drunk?"
Ace held on as Jinx drove. She waved a little to the boys as Jinx passed them going... Ace didn't even want to know how fast she was going. She sat back and closed her eyes. She recited ancient prayers her father had taught. She really didn't want to die.
"Jinx, I need to talk to her. We need her here at the next meeting-."
"When is this meeting?"
"In two weeks."
"She'll be there with bells on. And maybe with a new husband to boot."
"Jinx, why is it you don't take this seriously?"
"Because, Steven, there are more important things out there then how much money Kincaid Oil made in the last quarter."
"Saving people."
"So, now Ace is saving people. Thought she was getting married in Vegas."
"Oh, that too. To Dean."
Ace moaned and lowered herself in her seat. She knew Jinx was having way too much fun with this.
"Dean as in... Dean Winchester?"
"Yep, the one and the same. Which means, now since she is going to be looked after, how's about you and I go on that little cruise we were talking about. Just the two of us... We can do it anywhere and everywhere," Jinx said her voice taking on a seductive tone.
"But..But... He's a criminal!"
"What can I say; Ace tamed the wild beast within."
Ace snorted. She then heard Jinx's cell phone ring. Jinx lifted her butt cheek and looked at Ace. Ace rolled her eyes but grabbed the phone. She flipped it open.
"Howdy," she said.
"You aren't Jinx," Dean said.
"Nope. She's talking to Steven."
"Oh... Wait, your Steven."
"He is not my Steven. What do you want Pinky?"
"Sam and I were thinking, we'll go halfers with you for a motel room."
"I said we would pay for it," Sam said in the back ground.
"Ahh, well... I got this. I can pay for the rooms."
"Excuse me? You will what?"
"We will stay in a hotel of my choosing and I will pay. That's that. Now goodbye."
"What-."
Ace hung up on Dean. She turned and looked at Jinx flirting with Steven on the phone. She rolled her eyes but knew she would be thanking Jinx. Usually after Jinx talked to him, Steven didn't bother her for a while after. Which she was always thankful for.
Dean was all too happy driving his car again. "Wooo! Listen to her purr Sammy, you ever hear anything so sweet.?"
As of that morning, Sam could think of a few things and they all involved Jinx. "You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know?"
"Oh don't listen to him baby, he doesnt understand us." Dean said as he rubbed the dashboard, looking at Sam. "Speaking of getting a room,"
"Dean."
"What? I'm just saying, you should tell her." Sam looked at his brother shocked; he was actually telling him to go for it with Jinx.
"This coming from the guy who tried to sleep with her last night? Why are you in such a good mood?"
"A. how did you know about that? And B. My car is fixed and we got a case, I couldnt ask for anything more," Dean paused for a second. "Well, maybe priss out of the picture."
Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm starting to think Jinx is right about you two."
"So, you and Jinx have been talking, thats good."
"Dean, just drop it."
Dean smirked. "Never, this is way too much fun." Sam leaned back and groaned; he couldnt wait till they were at the hotel so he could see Jinx.
Jinx tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she looked at the hotel in front of them. "They'll never go for this."
"Course they will. They're not paying." Ace said as she stepped out of the jeep and looked at the place; it was the nicest hotel in Red Lodge, but that wasnt saying much.
"They better allow pets, i'm not leaving Baby out here whiles there's something going around, slashin open cows and cuttin peoples heads off."
"Yeah yeah."
"don't yeah yeah me. You know I mean it."
"Yeah yeah." Ace said as Jinx threw an empty water bottle at her. She turned and stuck her tongue out her, resulting in Jinx giving her the middle finger. "Love you too."
Ace walked into the hotel and smiled at the receptionists. "Hi. I'm Ace Nirvana, I called about the two ajoining rooms eariler this morning."
", welcome to the Red Vine Hotel, may I please have a credit card and picture ID?"
"Oh of course." Ace said as she pulled them out of her wallet, sliding them over. "Now, I do have a question."
"Yes?"
"Do you allow pets? Because my friend whose staying with me, she'll throw a fit if she can't bring her dog in."
"Is it a very large dog?" Ace tried not to laugh. "Um, Baby is large, but very well-mannered and trained. And she takes him out every couple of hours, so no accidents and he only chews on his chew toys."
The receptionist looked at her, trying to decide. "Well okay, if he is as well mannered as you say. Of course we welcome him."
"Awesome thank you. Now I am going to need four sets of keys and the ajoining room unlocked. We'll have two other gentlemen staying with us," She tried not to laugh as she referred to Dean as a gentleman. "They'll be here in about an hour or so."
"Okay, we'll have the keys waiting for them at the front desk."
"Perfect, thank you."
"Thank you for choosing our hotel." she said as she slid Ace's credit, ID and keys to her.
When she walked back out to the parking lot, Jinx was sitting in her seat, legs propped up and out the window. "Get your bags, Baby can come with."
"Good." she said as she popped her gum.
Ace shook her head. "Come on trailer trash, get moving."
"Whatever you say spoiled brat." Jinx smiled as she jumped out of the jeep, calling Baby to get out as well so they could get to their bags under the backseat.
"Good boy Baby, good boy." Jinx muttered softly to him as she scratched behind his ears. "You got everything?" Ace nodded and they walked into the hotel.
Nearly everyone stopped and looked at Jinx and Ace as they walked in, more like they were staring at the beast that trotted behind Jinx. She smirked at the whispers as they made their way over to the elevator.
Once in the elevator both girls could no longer hold their laughter in. "Oh, that never gets old."
"It really doesnt." Jinx said as they stopped on the third floor and found their room.
"Oh this is perfect." Ace said as she fell back on the bed, closing her eyes.
"Yeah, you might as well get some sleep in before Dean and Sam get here."
"Ugh."
"Yeah, I know."
"Double ugh."
"Go to sleep." Ace said nothing more as she rolled over, burying her face in the pillow.
Two hours later, Ace woke up with low whispers in the room. When she opened her eyes, she saw Dean and Jinx aruging.
"Really guys?" she said, but they didnt hear her. Sam looked up and shrugged.
"I don't want to get all dressed up to be a reporter. Thats Ace's job, plus, I hate cops."
"Oh like I don't."
"Come on Dean." Jinx whined as he sighed; he couldnt stand it when she did that.
"Whats going on?" Ace asked as she combed her hands through her hair.
"You and Dean are going to go play reporters."
"Oh no, not happening! Why the hell do I keep getting stuck with Pinky over there?"
"Hey! This isnt exactly a plum assignment for me!" Ace glared at Jinx before she started in Arabic.
Dean looked at Sam. "This is getting fucked up. I'm getting tired of this. Can't you learn Arabic or something?"
Sam shook his head. "I already asked Ace to teach me, she said they would just switch languages."
"Son of a bitch."
The girls were starting to really yell when Sam stepped between them. "Okay guys, could we switch to English please."
Jinx looked at Ace. "You remember the last time something I had to talk to a cop?" Jinx asked as Ace smirked.
"Thats a good point, and I don't want to have to bail you out again." Jinx smiled sheeplishly as the boys looked at her.
"What did you do?" Dean asked as she merely smirked.
"Nope. Not telling." Dean sighed as he looked at Sam; with or without knowing it, Sam was staring at Jinx again.
"Fine, priss get changed. We have a sheriff to talk to." All three whipped around to looked at Dean, shocked.
"Are you serious?"
"Yep. Jinx and I would never get any work done if we stayed and did research and trust me, getting her dressed up is not worth it."
"Trust me I know." Ace said, instantly wanting to kick herself for agreeing with him.
Ace looked at Jinx, wanting to smack her. "Ooh." she said as she walked passed her, grabbing her bag.
"I better get changed too." Dean said unenthusiastically as he walked into the other room.
Sam turned and looked at Jinx. "So, we're going to be alone."
"Yes we are." she said as he stepped closer, but Jinx pressed a hand to his chest, keeping him at a distance. "Hands off,"
Sam gave her a look. "Till they leave, then its hands on." Sam smiled, bending down to give her a quick kiss before Ace stepped out.
Jinx let out a whistle. "Screw it, the menfolk can go, I want you to myself." Sam's jaw dropped a little, causing Ace to laugh.
Dean walked in a moment later, straighening his tie. He stopped and looked at Ace, and tried really hard not to stare; she looked beautiful.
"You ready Pinky?" "
Only if you are sweetheart." Ace's fists tigthen as Jinx hugged her.
"Try not to kill him. Me and Sam like having him around."
"I can't promise anything."
"I know." Jinx stepped back, holding Ace's gun.
"Hey, thats mine."
"I know, but I can't let you shoot him. If you got a knife on you, which I know you do, try to avoid a main aterie."
"Again, I can't promise anything."
Jinx smiled as she looked over her shoulder to Dean. "And you. If she comes back with any visual damage, I will murder you in your sleep."
"You wouldnt."
"Baby." she said as Baby's ears perked up and he stood. Dean held his hands up in defense.
"Okay, okay I get it."
"Good. Be good you two."
"Yeah, and you two don't do anything I wouldnt do." Dean as as they headed out the door; Jinx wrinkled her nose.
"Gross Dean, really gross." She heard him laugh as the door closed.
Sam and Jinx looked at each other, grinning. "I'm gross then?" He asked, moving closer towards her.
Jinx held at her hand, holding her thumb and forefinger a bit apart. "Only a little."
"Then I suppose this would be gross too?" he asked as he kissed her and she nodded.
"Completely."
"And this?" His big, warm hands slipped under her shirt, drifting over her skin. "
Very." Jinx said breathlessly as she grabbed him around the neck, pulling him down to her.
"I wonder how long they'll be gone?" Sam asked as his knees hit the back of the bed, Jinx falling on top of him.
"I don't give a damn about them right now." Sam lifted her shirt over her head, running one of his hands down her body, cupping her ass to pull her closer.
"Either do I."
"No more talking."
Ace could feel Dean's eyes on her bare legs as he stopped at a stop sign. She pulled on her skirt wishing she hadn't worn the short black pinstripe one; instead she should have worn her floor length grey grandmother one. Although knowing Dean he would have still gawked at her.
Dean eased the impala into the parking lot of the sheriff's office. He turned the car off and straightened his tie again. He really hated getting dressed up in these damn monkey suits. He turned and watched as Ace climbed out of the car. Oh, she had legs that went on for days. He cleared his throat and climbed out the driver's side. He looked across the hood at her. The violet silk blouse brought out the color of her eyes, along with the contrasting black of the pinstripe suit. He watched as she brushed aside a loose hair from her face.
"Ready, Pinky?" she asked smirking.
"As ready as you are sweetheart," he answered.
"Try not to screw this up."
"I never screw things up."
"Uh huh, why do I not believe you?"
Ace walked to the station's door her heels clicking on the pavement. She tried to ignore the sound of Dean's foot falls as he followed her. She held the door opened for him and they walked up to the desk. A deputy looked up at them. She pulled out her fake journalist badge. She flashed it at the deputy.
"We would like to speak to the sheriff," Ace said her voice friendly but firm.
"Just one moment," the deputy said glancing at her and smiling.
Dean rolled his eyes as he leaned against the counter. He watched as Ace fiddled with her notebook. He grabbed it out of her hands. She glared at him.
"Give it back," she said softly looking to make sure that no one was watching them.
"No. You are just going to fiddle with it some more and annoy me."
"Doesn't take much."
"The sheriff will see you now," the deputy said.
Ace yanked back her notebook and followed the deputy back to the sheriff's office. She tried to ignore Dean behind. She knew he was going to screw this up. She smiled at the deputy and then the sheriff. She shook his hand.
"Ace Wilson. My partner Dean Wilcox. We are here to ask some questions about the recent deaths here in your town," Ace said sitting down on a chair as the sheriff shook Dean's hand.
"Alright, what questions would that be?" the sheriff asked sitting behind his desk.
"When did these killings first start?" Dean asked.
"Well, all I can tell you is that the murder investigation is ongoing. That is all I can share with the press," the sheriff said.
Oh, shot down, Ace thought smirking at Dean.
"Sure, but off the record, when was the first time you discovered a severed head was last week and the other one, a Christina Flanagan was-," Ace said.
"Two days ago." The sheriff looked up and was relieved to see his secretary at the door pointing at her watch. He hated reporters. They usually always got the story wrong and most of the time; they were blamed for causing the public to panic.
"Sorry, but time's up," he said really cheerful that they would soon be on their way.
"One last question. Please," Ace asked batting her eyelashes at him. Jinx said that every time she did men fell to their knees.
"What about the cattle?" Dean asked suddenly.
And there goes our last question, Ace thought shaking her head.
"Excuse me?"
"You know the cattle found dead and mutilated. You know, split open and drained," Dean went on.
"What about them?"
"You don't think that might be a connection somehow to these killings?" Ace asked trying to sound smarter than Dean, which wasn't hard.
"Connection... How?" the sheriff asked clearly confused.
"You know like satanic cult ritual stuff," Dean suggested.
And we are officially screwed ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming, Ace thought sighing.
The sheriff started laughing. Ace smiled and started to laugh along with him. She looked at Dean. He remained serious. Yep, they were going to get kicked out of here. No question about it. The sheriff looked at Dean and saw his face. He stopped laughing.
"You're not kidding," he said.
"No," Dean said simply.
"Those cows weren't mutilated, they died of natural causes. The cow drops and it sits out in the sun, it bloats up. The gases cause it to split open and that cut is damn near surgical. They bodily fluids run down to the ground then the wildlife picks the carcass clean. But you are right, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you were from again?" the sheriff finished his rant.
"World Weekly News," Dean said getting it wrong.
"Weekly World News," Ace corrected praying Dean would keep his mouth shut.
"World Weekly-."
"Weekly World News," she said more forcefully.
"I'm new," Dean tried smirking.
"Get out of my office."
Ace stood up and offered the sheriff a smiled as she grabbed Dean's arm and yanked him out of the room. She pulled him out of the squad room and into the parking lot. She then let go of his arm and started walking towards the sidewalk.
"Where are you going?" he asked following her.
"Away from you. Just... Go to the nearest bar and pick up some bleach blonde tramp and let me work this case," she said still walking down the sidewalk.
"Let hell. You could get hurt."
"I could get hurt? Dammit, I am a hunter you know! I know what the fuck I am doing!"
"Really? Do you?"
Ace had had it. She tossed down her notebook and kicked off her heels. Dean raised an eyebrow curious. Suddenly it hit him. Well, she hit him, with her full body weight sending him crashing down to the cement under him. She landed on top of him. She pinned him to the ground her forearm across his throat. Dean was shocked and... Suddenly very aroused. She had taken him down. That hadn't happened since... He had taught Jinx how to do a takedown.
"I want you to listen to me very closely, Dean. I am not this prissy little girl who needs to be protected. I can and have looked after myself and done hunts alone. So, stop it with this macho bullshit and let me do my damn job. I am just as capable as you, you bastard," she said seething with every word she said.
"I resent that last part. My parents were married," he had to say.
"Do not try me, Dean. I have a knife and regardless of what Sam and Jinx say, I will stab you and they would never find your body."
Dean smiled. This was such a turn on. He ran his hand up Ace's leg to her thigh. He felt the strap to the knife holder there. He ran his hand a little higher. He saw the look on Ace's face change as she realized what he was doing. She went to pull away but Dean wasn't done. He flipped her on her back with him on top of her. He felt her legs wrapped around him. Oh, yeah it had been way too long since his last roll in the hay. But he so loved to mess with priss.
"Now, sweetheart, that wasn't very nice," he said letting his hand run further up her thigh. His fingers brushed lace. And his pants got tighter.
"You have five seconds to remove your hand from there or lose it. One, two-," Ace started trying to tell herself that she did not enjoy the feel of his hand on her naked thigh. Unfortunally, her body knew she was lying.
"Now, now, priss, you know you want me."
"You're right."
Dean was shocked. He didn't really expect her to admit it. She grabbed him by the tie and pulled his face closer to hers. Dean looked immediately to her lips. He wondered how it would feel to kiss her on those soft pulp lips.
"I want you... To get the fuck off of me," Ace said emphasizing that she meant it by kneeing him in the groin.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean moaned rolling off of her.
Ace shoved him off. She stood up and went over to get her shoes. She put them back on then straighten her skirt. She looked at Dean on the sidewalk. She gave him a smile as he flipped her off.
"I'll call Sam and tell him where you are. I think you might need assistance."
"Screw you."
"Oh, Pinky you wish you could."
Dean watched as she walked away. He sat up and cursed her every way from Sunday. Or Jinx was going to get it. She forgot to mention that her friend priss was psychotic!
Euphoria. That was the only word Sam could come up with. At the moment, he couldnt think of anything that was better then making out with Jinx.
Well, there was one thing,and if she kept grinding her hips against his as she was, he was going to know what that was like too. When he felt her hand reach down between them, tugging on his belt, Sam gently grabbed her hand.
As much as he wanted to, dear god he wanted nothing more then to make love to her and not leave that bed for hours, this was jumping the gun.
Jinx looked at him, then pulled back, grabbing her shirt off the bed. No girl liked to be refected, and that was rejection.
Sam quickly grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back to him. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Research." He instantly knew from her tone she was pissed. He had to tread lightly if he wanted to make it out of this alive, and on her good side.
"Jinx-"
"Dont Sam. Just dont." She tried to pull free, but Sam was not going to let her go that easily.
"You think I dont," Sam had to chose his words carefully. "Want you. That's why you're mad?" She looked back at him, her stare cold. Sam nodded; that was it.
Sam kissed her neck. "Trust me,"
Kiss.
"There is nothing,"
Kiss.
"I want more,"
Kiss.
"Then you."
"You have a funny way of showing it Sam." Sam smiled, getting an idea. He pulled her back on the bed, pinning her down.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, trailing kisses down her stomach. Jinx arched towards him, causing Sam to smirk. Then he pulled away; Jinx sat up on her elbows, staring at him questioningly.
"Well, i'm not that easy." Jinx's jaw dropped.
It took her a minute to regain composure, but once she did, she had her town idea. "Really Sam?" her voice was low, seductive. Sam swallowed hard, realizing maybe this wasnt a good idea. Jinx sat up, biting her lip as she looked at him.
"So, this doesnt bother you?" She placed a featherly light kiss on his collarbone.
Sam closed his eyes and tried not to moan.
"Or this?" She grabbed his hand, placing it on her bare hip. Sam knew he was losing this battle, but he was determined to hold off, at least for a little while.
Jinx slipped a leg over his lap, straddling him. She looked down and laughed hardily. "You were saying?"
"That you dont play fairly."
Jinx hummed. "Like you do." Jinx placed her hands on his cheeks, looking at him; Sam couldnt tell what emotions were playing behind her eyes.
"I dont know what you've done to me Sam, and I dont know where to go from here." Sam placed his hands over hers. "You stupid drug like man."
smiled. "Should I take that as a compliment?"
"I dont know yet." She kissed hin tenderly, shocking Sam before he kissed back; he never thought she was the tender kissing kind, he guessed wrong.
Sam was about to brush the strap of her bra down when his cell rang. "Ugh. Reality."
"I'll get rid of him quick."
"Uh huh." she said as she continued to kiss his neck as he answered. "Dean."
"Where the hell is Jinx and why isnt she answering her fucking phone? I am going to kill her."
Sam felt her smirk against his skin. "Let me guess, you and Ace arent getting along?"
"Dont even start with me Sam. Now where's Jinx so I can yell at her."
"She's taking a nap. She was tired."
"Great, so I left you two alone so you could make a move and she's sleeping. So, i'm being tortured for nothing?"
"I wouldnt say that Dean. Now you and Ace are learning to live with each other." Dean growled at him before hanging up on him.
Jinx looked at him amused. "So Dean knows?"
"He knows I like you."
Jinx chuckled. "Remind me to thank him later for giving us some time alone, even if he doesnt really know what for."
"Sure, but right now, you're the only thing I want to think about."
"Oh babe, sweet talking me isnt going to get you anywhere."
"Really?" He leaned forward, whispering sweet nothings in her ear causing her to blush.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Are you blu-" But Jinx cut him off with a kiss. She looked over to the clock on the night stand; they had at least an hour before Dean and Ace came back, she could work with that.
Ace stopped and took a breather. She saw the hospital ahead and smiled. She walked ahead and went to cross the street. She turned when she heard squealing of tires. She turned and saw Dean sitting in the driver's seat of the impala. She looked down and saw that he had stopped the car literally an inch from her legs. She glared at him. He climbed out of the car and slammed the door. She tried not to smirk at his careful walk.
"May I ask what the hell you are doing?" she asked tapping a foot.
"No, you may not! What the hell were you thinking? How dare you-!" Dean started yelling.
"Pinky, shut up."
"I will not shut up! You can't just go around kicking people, especially men in the-OW!"
Dean hobbled on one foot as Ace kicked him again. He glared at her but she seemed to be laughing at him. He rubbed his shin. He then stalked over to her and grabbed her by both arms. He stared into her eyes their faces inches apart.
"I am not some little yelp you can order around and well follow your every word. I know what the hell I am doing here. I have been doing it all of my life. Unlike you. So, if I were you I would listen to me, since something I might say could save your life," he stated coldly.
"Oh, really? Like which pie ids the best? Yeah, excuse me if I don't-."
Ace was stunned into silence when Dean kissed her hard on the lips. She felt his tongue lick her lips trying to gain entry. She struggled against him but he wouldn't let go. She opened her mouth and let his tongue roam her mouth. She did the same thing to his. Then as quickly as he had kissed her he let her go. She stumbled back and looked at him. Her violet eyes were wide; questions filled them.
"I figured that was the only way to shut you up, sweetheart. So, here are the ground rules. Every time you don't listen to me, I will kiss you. Or spank you. Hmmm, wonder what kind of sounds you would make then?" Dean asked smirking at her.
Dean was amazed at the colors Ace's face turned. He smiled at her and she stomped away. He laughed and climbed back in the impala. He had to find a place to park his baby where no one would scratch the new paint job.
Ace stomped over to the hospital doors. She planned to go on in and tell him to screw himself but... The fell of his lips on hers left her wanting more. His taste was... unique. He tasted like apple pie mixed with whiskey. She could get use to the taste real fast. She shook her head and paced in front of the doors. He would get her into nothing but trouble with a capital T. She brushed back the loose hair that fell in her face from the bun she had pulled her hair in. She looked up when she saw Dean walking towards her. That suit made him... Extremely sexy. If only he was any other guy, she would have slept with him already, but he wasn't. She sighed.
"Nice to see that you do know how to listen to orders," he said.
"Oh, shove it where the sun doesn't shine, Pinky," Ace said sticking her tongue out at him also.
Dean shook his head. He went over to the doors and opened it. He held it open for her and smiled at her when she walked threw them. He followed her. They walked into a waiting area. One smile at the middle aged woman behind the glassed area, and he was able to go anywhere. She smiled and nodded. He led the way as they walked into further down the hall.
"Do you even know where you are going?" Ace asked.
"I will. All these places are usually laid out the same. Morgue in the basement. Wait, here," Dean said seeing an empty locker room.
"Fine, if only to avoid the awful feeling of your lips on mine."
"Well, we could try for my hand on your ass."
Ace cursed at his seductive tone. She watched as he went in the locker room. She turned and looked around determined not to get caught. She turned back when she heard him walk up behind her. He tossed a white coat at her. She caught it. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"What the hell is this for?" she asked.
"You just became Dr. Ace," he said pulling on another white coat.
"What? I am not pretending to be a doctor," she said swallowing a lump in her throat. Damn, did he know how hot he looked in that white coat? If only he was a respected doctor. She would do him right then and there.
"Why the hell not?"
"Because, that is where I draw the line."
"Well, sweetheart you better undrawn it unless you want to feel my hand on your ass."
Ace was tempted to tell him to try it. She then saw the look on his face and knew he would enjoy it way too much. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. She pulled on the white coat already hating how she felt in it. She looked at Dean and held out her arms.
"Happy?" she asked.
Dean took the opportunity and looked Ace up and down. He smiled at nodded. He could look at her all day long, priss or not. He whistled.
"After we are finished, wanna play doctor and nurse?" he asked wiggling his eyes at her.
"Only if I get to be the doctor," Ace muttered as they started walking down the hall again.
"Hmmm, I like a woman who will take control like that."
"Oh, please. Go get laid already."
"Is that an invitation?"
"In your dreams maybe."
They turned down a hall and saw a sign for the morgue. They walked towards it. They walked though swinging doors and saw a security guard sitting at a chair. Dean read his name tag. J. Manners. He smiled and walked over to him hoping Ace had followed him.
"John?" Dean asked.
"Jeff," the guy said standing up.
"I know that. Dr. Dorcan needs to see you in his office right away."
"But Dr. Dorcan is on vacation."
"Well, he's back and he's pissed. He's screaming for you man so if I was you," Dean whistled and motioned for the door. Jeff hurried out of there. Ace closed the swinging door behind him and looked at Dean.
"Not bad. I am mildly impressed," she said walking over to him.
"Oh, honey, that is not even half of what I can do."
"And so modest about it too."
Ace shook her head and took the gloves that Dean handed her. She pulled them on and hated the feel of them. This is why she did not pretend to be a doctor. She could not deal with a fresh body. Give her one that was mummified or a skeleton and she was golden but ones that were... Fresh, no way. That was Jinx's job. Which reminded Ace, she so owed Jinx an ass kicking for sticking her with Dean... Again.
Dean walked over to the drawer and opened it. He rolled the body out on the slab. The box containing the head was placed between the legs. He looked at Ace. She looked at him. They then both looked at the box.
"Not it!" they both said.
A/N: and there you go...please make the muse happy and review...we like reviews...lets us know that someone out there other then us is reading it and is like, "dude, these bitches rock" right, anyone? *cricket* Dude, i think they all left. *cricket* and not Persephone is gone too. so review and maybe she'll come back.