"Well, that was a lovely evening, Sam," Rina grins wide as he unlocks the motel room door for her. "Thank you."
"No problem," he grins right back as he pushes the door open and gestures for her to enter first.
"And I have to ask just because it's been killing me to know…" she starts, setting down her purse on one of the kitchenette chairs. "And you can totally not answer this if it's too personal or... whatever."
"Ask."
"Where do you get you money from?" she wonders. "You insisted on paying for dinner and you paid cash… but last I knew there's no steady paycheck that comes with hunting."
"That's very true," Sam laughs a bit as she closes and locks the door.
"And again, you so don't even have to tell me if it's weird…"
"It's fine," Sam laughs quietly one more time as he takes off his jacket and tosses it onto the empty chair. "And It's a valid question. Sadly… um, a lot of our, I guess you could say, funding… it comes from bunk plastic."
"Credit card fraud?"
"Absolutely," Sam answers as he takes his wallet out of his back jeans pocket. He takes out his current card and holds it out for her.
Rina pauses before taking it from him and reading aloud the ridiculous name on the credit card.
"E. Kenievel?" she smirks to him, an eyebrow arched with the lame name used.
"Yeah, ah… Dean's usually the one who applies for them," he explains with slight embarrassment as he scratches the back of his head and starts for the refrigerator . "That's just what he went with this time." He grabs a couple beers.
"And the credit card company fell for this?" she disbelieves.
"Hey, we just apply. It's not our fault they actually give us the cards." He swears he sounds more like Dean each day. Guess that's what hunting does to a person.
"So you just get cash forwards on the credit limit you're given?" Rina pries on, seeing that he isn't afraid to share their ways with her.
"No," he shakes his head, hands her a beer in exchange for the card back, and takes a seat on the edge of his bed between the two double beds in the room. "Usually the limits they give us are pretty low considering the lack of credit background of the non-existent people they're issuing cards for."
"Makes sense," she laughs as she sits across from him on the edge of the other mattress, their knees nearly touching in the space between.
"For cash we just hustle," Sam says as he replaces the card in his wallet and drops it on the nightstand.
"Hustle…?" she asks with narrowed eyes as she has no idea what he's talking about. She's from a totally different world and has to learn about the life of a hunter as she goes and learns more about who Sam is.
"Yeah, ah, you know… pool, darts, poker. We've gotten pretty good a roping people into risking a lot of their cash and then taking it from them," Sam explains with an almost cringe. He's sounding like a deviant. "Never play poker against Dean, FYI. And never, ever go up against Lizzy in a game of eight ball. She's gotten scary good. Kicked both our asses just the other night."
"I'll keep it in mind," Rina laughs heartily.
After a pause, Sam suddenly feels the need to explain himself a little more. "You know, I used to hate doing this shit. Hustling, fraud… it always felt so dishonest."
"Well, it is dishonest," Rina agrees with him completely.
"Yeah. And I tried to fight it for a long time too," he continues. "Tried to get us to find jobs when we could if we'd be in one town for a while. Like when I was in high school I used to get odd jobs when I could, like bus boy at a shitty bar or mowing lawns or something."
"And you'd give all the money right over to your family?" Rina wonders, knowing no teenage kid would ever give over all their earnings like that. Well, no normal teenager at least.
"Well, yeah," Sam says with obviousness. "I mean, an honest wad of cash from me meant Dean wouldn't have to go out to bars with his fake I.D. and hustle some drunk dude out of his cash for an extra night. A couple times he got his ass handed to him by a group of pissed off people whose wallets got lighter because of him. Worst of all, it was dad who'd sent him out while he was too busy or hustling at a different dive. The whole thing was total bull shit and I didn't want that for him."
Rina just nods as she's once more surprised by the love Sam has for his family, specifically his brother. They had a unique life, a terrible one at that, but at least they always had each other to cling to.
"But really, on the road with no income, there's no other way around it," Sam continues. "Not one that we've been able find since we're never in one place for more than a week anymore. Now we're so damn busy that there's no fucking way we could ever get legit means of income."
"So… you're kind of a felon then?" Rina asks with a slick smile.
"Kind of?" Sam huffs an amused laugh. "More like definitely."
"Really!?" she questions with surprise.
"Oh yeah," Sam assures with emphasis before taking down a sip of beer.
"Huh," Rina comments with total regalement.
"Huh?" Sam echoes, thrown off with her remark and wanting to know where her head is at.
"Yes. Huh."
"What's that all about?" he inquires with total wonder, seeing how enthralled she actually seems.
"You're a wanted man?"
"Well, yeah…"
"So, um…" Rina starts to ask with slight timidity. "What are wanted for?"
"You want the entire list!?" Sam shocked she'd ask for this.
"Well, yeah," she says, her mood still shy.
"The whole rap sheet?"
"Indulge me for a second here, Sam," she requests, her tone making sure he gets that she's seriously curious.
"Ah, ok…" he starts, quite frankly shocked by her want to know. "I can start with the obvious credit card fraud."
"Uh-huh." Rina takes a large sip of beer as she waits.
"That's probably the least serious charge," Sam laughs to himself when he thinks about it. "There's grave desecration."
"Par for the hunting course, I assume?" Rina smirks, knowing it's true already.
"Yes," Sam confirms for her. "Then there's plenty of grand theft auto, assault on police officials…"
"You've beaten up a police officer!?" Rina asks with very wide eyes.
"Well, a SWAT team member… or two… but close enough," Sam says with such nonchalance as he sips his beer. "We were in a bind. I didn't want to do it but I had to."
"Oh boy," Rina grins while biting her lower lip, her expression growing a bit darker. "What else?"
"Attempted murder, along with murder in the third, second and first I can only assume," Sam keeps the list going for her.
"You didn't do any of them, though… right?" Rina checks, sure that he didn't anyways.
"The only things I kill are monsters," Sam promises and tries to assuage her fears. "Anyone I've ever been accused of killing just looked like they were human."
"Good to know," Rina smiles as she stands up. She takes his beer from him and places it, along with her own, onto the nightstand. "Anything else?"
"Ah…" Sam huffs out a laugh as he watches her settle into his lap, straddling him. He's getting the picture. She's loving this. "Well, there's aiding and abetting a fugitive, which would be Dean mostly but also my Dad at points. Then there's kidnapping, trespassing on private property, breaking and entering, illegal possession and use of several weapons, assault with a deadly weapon…"
His voice gets cut off when Rina's lips press to his swiftly. Her arms around his neck, she nearly tries to devour him.
"Mm, hey," Sam calls to her and pauses the embrace for a moment. "What's all this?"
"What's what?" Rina lightly asks, her cheeks flushed pink with her embarrassment. She got turned on by something like this? God, he's going to think the worst of her.
"What's going on with you?" Sam smiles wider than wide. "Because to me it seems like you're getting all worked up over my criminal status."
She just shrugs, her pinks cheeks turning into more of a red. "Doesn't every girl deep down kind of want the bad boy?"
This is where Sam actually lets out a real laugh. "You think I'm the bad boy?" Having the brother that he did, he never look at himself as the seedy one or the criminal. He's the straight-laced, book smart and cautious one. Dean was way more of the stereotype, not him.
"Sam, you're outstanding warrants alone prove that you are."
"No shit," Sam nods with surprise at his new perspective on his own self. She might be right the more he thinks about it. "So… you're the kinda chick who gets off on this type of thing?"
"God, I guess so," Rina huffs a little with the realization. She's always been so reserved, the quiet girl who always did the right thing. Sam is not the type of person she's ever been involved with before. "My mother would be so disappointed."
Sam laughs at this before kissing her once more quickly. "You keep surprising me."
"Do I?" she says with shock. With all she continues to learn about him she's surprised that he's taken off guard by anything about herself.
"Well, yeah. I mean you're smart, brilliant really… but I already somewhat assumed that… and you're a nerd," he smiles out, a kiss to her cheek. "And even if you're a non-swearing, always do the right thing type, I think you got a little bit of a dark side to you under it all."
"Oh do I?" she grins right back, challenging his thought.
"I'm sure of it," Sam nods. "You know, Lizzy has this theory that the person that we really are behind closed doors is the opposite of our personalities normally. Like she's this warrior-type, a total feminist and stubborn as hell in her normal life but when it's just her and Dean she's… um… pretty damn compliant."
"Ok…" Rina trails off a bit. "A little bit TMI for my liking, but I see what you're trying to say."
"So that has to make me think," Sam further explains himself. "Normally you are a reserved kind of woman, always polite and sweet and good… but are you like that all the time?"
"Well, I think you know that I am…" Rina starts to answer but Sam cuts her off.
"So far." He lets his hand travel down her back and cup her ass cheeks. "But we've only been together a few times now. I want to know, is there more to you?" He squeezes hard, her eyes lighting up with surprise. "Because I think there is." Or at least he sure hopes so.
"Um… ha," Rina very nervously fidgets in his lap. She's not a very bold person, never has been, so what he's suggesting of her is very much pushing her boundaries. "I don't know."
"I'm beginning to think," Sam pauses to kiss her, his intentions serious and dark. "That I'm right. I think there's more to you and I think you've never let it out before."
Sam kisses her again, Rina going right along with it as her heart pounds in her chest.
"What do you say?" Sam tries, smiling something reassuring and sweet to her. "Want to let it out?"
"Alright," Dean comes out of the motel room bathroom while excitedly rubbing his hands together. Ever since the conversation in the car on the way back from offing the wraith he's been hyped up for his reward for saving her. And the request he's made is a favorite of his that they haven't done in a long while. "I am ready for my check up, Nurse Noonan."
Dean smirks before he even looks her way. He loves this game so damn much. Hell, he loves all games they play together as Lizzy always immerses herself completely in a character and makes his fantasies better than he could have hoped. And boy does he love this character. Nurse Noonan has made a few appearances in Dean Winchester's life up until now and he still refuses to call her Nurse Winchester as that is not her name. He met this sexy doctor's helper as a Noonan and a Noonan she will stay.
"Oh shit," he complains when he gets a good look at her.
Pausing in the doorway after his shower, a towel wrapped around his hips as he decided not to put on clothing since he knows anything he wears now would soon be taken off, the sudden massive disappointment hits him hard when he sees her.
"L?" he says, hoping she'll hear him, but she doesn't. She's lying on their bed, snuggled into her pillow and wearing only her red bra, small white panties, and a nurses hat Dean picked up for her to wear during just this type of occasion awhile back. She even had the red lips to match and her med supplies are sitting out on the nightstand. Damn she does know how to be creative, doesn't she? "Lizzy!"
Even with his louder voice, she doesn't move. She's fallen into a deep sleep in the short time it took for him to clean up after their hunt.
"Son of a bitch," Dean grumbles to himself and makes his way over to her. He sits on the edge of the bed, leans over her, and puts a hand on her shoulder. "L. Wake up." He shakes her a bit and she stirs just slightly.
"Mm," Lizzy quietly hums in her sleep when she hears his voice but she then settles right back into her comfortable spot in bed. Unfortunately for him right now his voice is a soothing, non-threatening signal to continue resting.
"This is exactly why I never wanted to get married," Dean jokes to himself quickly as he gets up, resigning himself to a huge loss. Once Lizzy was asleep, really asleep, there was never any waking her up. She slept like a brick. And normally she doesn't pass out like this. Sex was too appealing to her to let it pass by. But then again since they left Carlyle they really haven't gotten much sleep. The hunt took two days and they stayed up through most of it on top of all the time they spent on the road to get there. She's exhausted.
"Damn it," he mutters to himself. Losing the towel in favor of some boxer briefs, Dean gets comfortable then grabs the remote and heads for their bed again. He carefully pulls the blankets out from under her before dropping them over her still resting form. He then gets in next to her, head propped up on a couple pillows so that he can see the TV, and turns it on. Reaching for the lamp, he clicks it off and settles in. At least he'll get plenty of rest for once.
Even in her sleep Lizzy knows when her husband is near. She instantly cuddles into his side, an arm draping across his stomach, and sighs.
Smiling down at her for a second, Dean pulls the nurse's hat off of her head and tosses it off the bed. He then brings his arm around her shoulders.
As he watches TV, clicking through the channels until he finds something mindless to watch, Dean happily accepts how different life is after the past three years, after meeting Lizzy. Before her he would have been beyond pissed if a chick passed out on him… and it's happened to him more than once. No one has ever called Dean Winchester picky for a reason. But right now, the girl he was about to have naughty and quite awesome sex with passing out on him, he's more than content in the situation. Even if his girl ruined his excellent, role-playing reward by being tired, he'd change nothing. With his arm around her frame, her body molded to his perfectly, he knows he couldn't possibly want to be anywhere else on Earth. This is better than everything his younger self could have dreamt up, bar skanks and all.
"You're missing out, L," he quietly tells her in a last ditch effort as his channel surfing becomes productive. "Dumb and Dumber's on. You know how much you love this movie…."
She doesn't respond but her arm around his middle tightens just slightly. Yeah, she's officially out for good now.
"Your loss," Dean smiles a bit and revels in the silence. "And I take the marriage diss back by the way. I don't really mind being married to you all that much." He peers down at her again. Sure, he's about to get sappy with it but fuck it, no one will ever know. Not even her. "I couldn't have asked for a more perfect chick." He kisses her on the top of her head before settling back in to watch TV. "You're my fucking everything, L."