Dean waited patiently at the bar, looking down at his drink and sighing. Not really sure why he was still waiting for her. It's not like he deserved to have a night with a girl like her right now. Not after how bad he has screwed up. There is nothing left anymore. Sam was gone now, Cas was God know's where doing his own thing... did he really want to drag someone down into what he was going through right now? Was he really that selfish to put someone in the kind of danger that surrounds him? Just as fast as those thoughts came the sound of Sam's voice and the promise he made came into Dean's swirling thoughts, live a normal life. Problem was that Dean was not really sure if he was ready for a normal life.
Hunting was in his blood, it was his life. To give that up after almost his whole life living it... it was something he always dreamed of, to be honest. There were people out there dying and in danger that he could help, though. No, this woman did not deserve to be pulled into his mess of a life. She deserved so much better than he could ever give her. He got up and started putting on his jacket only to see Clara coming out of the back room looking concerned and slightly upset. The need to leave was being eroded when she saw him and smiled a little. That smile that he could see right through to the nerves she felt. Very different than the smooth calm woman from earlier. "What's wrong?" Dean asked as she stood in front of him and looked up into his eyes.
"Nothing, my boss is just being really creepy today." She answered, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow and look around. It was probably nothing, but the thought of something possibly happening was enough to keep him there with her instead of taking off. In his experience, someone acting creepy all of a sudden around him was never a good thing. Better safe than dead right? He smirked at her when she started giving him a slightly concerned look. Hoping to push aside whatever he might have just shown on his face from her mind. Which judging by her next comment it did. "You know no matter how sexy of a smirk you give me all we are going to do is talk right now right?" Clara asked him, getting a chuckle as she tapped the toe of her boots on the ground.
Slowly Dean moved a hand to the small of Clara's back, resting it on the curve of her lower back, stroking the smooth fabric of the fitted red dress. Another smirk spreading across his face when he felt her lean into his touch and shiver a little. "I'm just going to have to do some persuading of my own then. You will find that I am very good at it." Dean said, wrapping an arm around the woman next to him and feeling her lean into his side and wrap an arm of her own around him. Out of pure instinctively Dean gave the room a once over, checking for anything out of the normal around them. Leading them both to a booth in the back of the place when he finished, one that gave him a view of the whole bar and everyone around them. It just happened to be next to the back door as well. Clara shifted away from Dean suddenly, clearing her throat, clearly about to say something when he beat her to it. "Okay, no touching... yet," He said smiling at her and motioning to sit down first. "So I'm starving, I'm going to go and get some food. Do you want anything?" Dean asked as she slid into the booth and sat at the back of it, raising an eyebrow at him. Clearly surprised by the question. "Long day at work, figured you could use some food." Dean explained as he stood by the table and watched her as she raised an eyebrow.
"Buying me dinner already, you don't waste any time at all do you?" Clara said as she gave him a smirk of her own, clearly joking with him. There was something about that smile on Clara's face that he could not help but smile back at. It was the type of smile that he used to get from Sam when the would joke around and just have fun together. Dean's chest tightened a little as the memories flooded his mind of those times with Sam in the Impala when they would forget the fact that the world wanted to kill them usually. "A chicken salad would be awesome," She answered, breaking him out of his thoughts and back into the painful reality. With a quick nod, he turned around and headed to the counter to order some food. Sighing softly and leaning on the bar as he waited for the food, looking back to Clara who was still in her spot behind the table, doing what Dean could only assume was people watching. Just keep it casual and you will be in and out of this town without any mess, just a quick meet, and greet. No complications.
There was a plan set out in Dean's head by the time that he came back to the table with their plates in his hand. He had to avoid complications right now, which was no different than the usual way his meeting with women in bars went. So Dean did what he always did, put that big grin and hoped to God that it looked genuine. "For the lady," He said, setting the salad in front of her and setting the beer next to it. "Some actual food for me," Dean said, as he set a big greasy burger in front of him and sat down. Shaking his head when he looked over at her plate, not at all surprised that someone who was as small as she was, ate salad for supper. Then again, if he was not so active almost every day, basically working out with all of the lifting and digging, then he would probably be the size of a small truck by this point. Dean grabbed his burger and smiled at it like an old friend before looking over at Clara's salad with a frown. "You know that apparently the dressing on there is apparently just as bad as a burger," He said, picking up the burger and taking a big bite of it while he watched her.
"Seriously, you're going to get on me for eating a salad when you are eating that grease trap?" Clara asked, shaking her head at Dean and waving her fork at him in the most adorable attempt to be serious. That firm look on her face did not last long before it turned into a big smile and a soft chuckle. Causing Dean to smirk again through his mouthful of food. Genuinely surprised at how much better he felt just sitting down with Clara and acting normal for once. To have a friendly conversation that was not about work. Joking around like he used to what felt like years ago. It felt really good, so much better than he deserved. "So Dean, you got me sitting at the table with you. Now, what are you going to do with me?" She asked tilting her head a little bit and giving Dean this smirk that sent the blood flowing from his head in a whole different direction with the promise that it held in it. Only to raise an eyebrow when he noticed her looking at the bar with a concerned look in her eyes.
Turning around he saw a small, young, black woman standing at the bar watching them with a strange look in her eyes. Watching her as she looked at him for a moment before quickly turning around and disappearing into the back room. He could not ignore the feeling he was getting in the pit of his stomach about the place like something was about to happen. If he left now though that would leave Clara wide open to whatever is going on here. Having another person getting hurt, or dying when he could have done something about it... well that just was not going to happen. "There are so many things that I want to do with you, sweetheart." Dean answered, turning her attention from the bar and over to him. A soft chuckle leaving his mouth as he watched her face change and a hungry look cross over that beautiful face.
Dean nearly choked on his burger when she started rubbing his crotch with her foot. Putting pressure in the right places and massaging with her toes. A soft groan left his lips as he quickly grabbed his beer and took a long drink, trying to control himself from going under the table and doing some playing of his own. "I'll make you work for it, but I'm going to definitely have some fun of my own." Clara said as her foot rocked slowly, creating the wonderful friction that had Dean moving his hips with her foot. Almost whining when she suddenly pulled her foot away from him. "It's always so much better when you work for it is it not?" Clara asked as she smirked wickedly at Dean who just shook his head. Adjusting his pants a little before going back to the half eaten burger in front of him, taking a bite so big that his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, plotting how to get Clara back later. "I promise it will be worth the work if you do it right, though." Clara said as she bit her damn lip again, giving Dean the urge to take it between his teeth and suck till it got swollen.
"I'm sure it will be," Dean said, continuing to work on his burger and try not to choke at the speed he was eating it with. They sat there for a moment working on their food in silence. It was not an uncomfortable silence, just a silence. The silence did not last long, though, soon Dean broke the silence by clearing his throat and looking around the room. "So, what kind of work am I going to be doing? Should I be warming up for some heavy lifting?" He asked, causing her to crack up and laugh. Dean just gave her a small smile and leaned forward, his burger long gone and the fries now the focus on the plate. "So, you going to keep me in suspense?" Dean asked as he held up a fry and slowly bit off a piece of it, watching Clara carefully as her eyes followed the fry from his mouth.
She sat there and tapped her cheek a little, looking deep in thought. "Hmm, I was thinking that we could play a game. Five lies." She said, tilting her head a little again and causing Dean to raise an eyebrow. Five lies was more of a game that you played in middle school, not really what he would expect to be something that would be classified as work to get into someone's pants. Might as well play it up, though, have some fun with it. Dean gave her a slightly confused look, acting like he had never heard of the game before. "All you have to do is lie five times then you win the game. Whoever wins gets to decide what they want to do with the other. Anything they want to do goes." Clara added, a smirk spreading across her face as Dean sat up straight. His attention fully on her now.
Dean returned Clara's smirked, watching her and biting his bottom lip, noticing how she was staring at his mouth. Seemingly mesmerized by the simple gesture. "Anything goes then, like anything?" He asked reaching over to pick up his beer and taking a drink from it again as Clara nodded. It was a strange way to get someone to leave a bar with you, but he had a feeling that either way they were going to be leaving together. This game was more just to decide who get's to be top or bottom. If there is a ride or a pounding. "I'll try, I'm not sure how good I will be at it, though," Dean said as he scooted a little closer to her and put his hand on her upper thigh. Noting how she straightened up and cleared her throat. Moving his hand up her dress and slowly pulling it up.
"Okay, I'll start with an easy one." Clara started as she grabbed her beer and took a long drink. Her voice shaking a little as his hand reached her upper thigh. "What's your name?" She asked, looking over at him and shifting in her seat and facing him better, legs open a little wider.
He shook his head softly before speaking. "Jimmy Page," Dean answered looking like the Cheshire cat with the grin on his face. Lightly rubbing her through the lace underwear that was hardly covering her. Earning him a soft gasp, her hand gripping the table tightly.
The effect that just his hands were having on her was enough to give him great satisfaction, the flush spreading across that pale skin just made it all that much better. He watched Clara bite her lip as she held up a finger before speaking again. "Are you a virgin?" She asked leaning into his hand as his fingers brushed against her clit through her underwear, earning a quiet moan.
"Yes," He answered as his eyes drifted down to her chest and lingered for a moment, watching it rise and fall with the ragged breaths.
She held up two fingers, this time, her hand shaking a little. "Two down," Clara said breathily as she straightened up and watched him, his eyes moving frown her chest to her lips. "Have you ever had sex in a public bathroom?" She asked, nearly whining when he pulled his hand out quickly. Oh was she in for it later.
He shifted in his seat a little as his eyes wandered around the bar, taking in all of the surroundings again. "Never," Dean answered, a cocky smirk spreading across his face as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Wow, if I didn't know better I would say that you have played this game before." She said, earning an eyebrow raise from Dean. The woman was up to something, that much he could tell just by the look on her face right now. What exactly she was up to was the question. "How many questions was that?" Clara asked as she tilted her head to the side a little, making Dean want to just lean over and trail kisses down the beautiful pale skin.
Dean was about to answer when he caught himself and shook his head at her. "That's cheating missy, I think that calls for a disqualification," He said leaning forward and putting a hand on her leg again, scooting so she was pressed against his side.
Clara put a hand over her chest in an attempt at mock hurt as she shook her head. "I am not a cheater," She said dramatically before cracking a smile and letting her eyes wander over him. Getting another cocky grin as he saw how well this night was really going to go now that he was in control for the whole night. "Looks like you win then Jimmy Page," Clara said, smiling and watching him as he watched her with hungry eyes. Knowing exactly what he was going to do first to her. He was going to start right here and now, make her squirm and come undone at his touch, with the thrill of everyone possibly hearing. She had no idea what she was in for tonight.
"So, since I get to decide what I am going to do with you now. I think that I am going to start right here." Dean said, moving in his seat and moving her close to him and pressing their lips together. It started out innocent enough, then their tongues tangled together and started fighting for dominance. His hands moved to her hips again and lightly pulled her dress up. "Stay nice and quiet or I will stop." He said softly, getting a confused look from her before sinking to his knees and disappearing under the table. Slowly he moved over to Clara and slipped his hands up her dress; shimmying her underwear off with a little help from the woman. His head quickly disappearing under her skirt, taking a deep breath as she spread her legs further apart and scooted closer to him. A voice came up to the table and Dean smirked, this was going to be perfect. He heard Clara gasp softly as he spread her folds and started flicking his tongue over her clit.
"Are you okay Clara, you're acting strange? Where did the mystery man go?" The woman asked, causing Dean to step it up a little as he started sucking on Clara's clit, flicking it with his tongue quickly. Causing her to jolt and gripped the table tightly. Insisting that she was fine and just had a case of indigestion. Trying not to chuckle his tongue faster and she panted softly, leaning back and closing her eyes. The woman talking to her now sounding very concerned as Clara jolted up and gripped the table tightly as Dean thrust a finger inside her.
Then it clicked for the woman what was happening. "Good God, he is going down on you right now isn't he?" The woman asked in a whisper, getting a soft groan from Clara in response, her nails clawing at the table. "That's so hot, I can't believe you are doing this girl." She went on as a soft groan left Clara's mouth. He pumped fast and hard before suddenly pulling away and smirking as one of her hands reached under the table and tried to pull him back. Dean was having none of it, though, he just slid back up in the seat and smirked at the woman. Getting smacked by Clara as the woman walked away. "What the hell, I was so close." She said furiously, looking incredibly hot with her heaving chest and flushed face. Dean couldn't help but lean over and kiss her, their tongues tangling together again. It was a long moment before they broke apart and Clara slowly opened her eyes. "You better continue that later you shit." Clara said firmly.
" I think we should head somewhere a bit more private." Dean said as he moved away from her and slid out of the booth. Watching Clara as she bit her lip and grabbed the purse from the spot next to her. He watched her with a hungry look in his eyes as she straightened her dress out and slipped her shoes back on. Maybe his payback was a little extreme, but damn was it effective. A little taste for her that his talk can be backed up by skill from a lot of practice in a way. Hopefully setting whatever nerves that Clara may have at ease in the fact that she was in capable hands, despite letting a complete stranger take control of her for the night. It was only for a night, though, that should at least be of some comfort, right? Judging by how tense she seemed to of gotten that did not seem to be enough to comfort her.
All it took was him lightly running his hand over the soft skin of her arm for the woman to visibly relax and lean into the touches. Throwing all caution to the wind and just letting herself enjoy it, or seem to enjoy it for now. It had been so long since he had felt like this about someone. Actually had the feeling of raw need, craving those soft touches, the feeling of their skin against his... it made him remember what it was like to actually live through the days without drinking until the world seemed to suck a little less. He still could not help that uneasy feeling in his gut, like something was going to happen, waiting in the darkness to pounce on them. Looking around the bar once again showed him that everyone appeared to be normal, but then again, if you were about to pounce on someone that would kill you if they found out then would you really want to stick out?
"So, since you were tossing back the whiskey earlier I think it would probably be best for me to drive," Clara said as she dug for her keys in her purse. Still seeming a bit tense, making Dean wonder what happened before she came out of the backroom earlier and if that had anything to do with how tense she had suddenly gotten. When he put a hand on the small of Clara's back, she seemed to calm again, the rest of the stiffness leaving her body. He must have a calming effect on her or something from the way that she seemed to be relaxing at his touch every time. "I have no problem with that, I walked here for a reason." Dean said as he smiled at Clara and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, lightly stroking her cheek and making eye contact before she smiled and quickly lead him out of the door. They reached a little yellow Beetle in the parking lot that he assumed was Clara's. He went to the passenger's side and waited for Clara to unlock the door only to see her looking off into the distance in the tree line of the parking lot. "Is everything alright?" Dean asked, looking around to see if anything was there and turning his gaze to Clara when he saw nothing.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thought I saw someone. Obviously, I didn't though." Clara said, chuckling a little and quickly unlocking the door as Dean started looking around the parking lot again. The feeling in the pit of his stomach getting worse as he walked around the car and looked into the tree line for a moment, just watching before sighing softly and slipping inside of the car. "What was that about?" She asked. Dean could feel her eyes on his as he looked out the window and just sat there for a moment before she spoke again. "Did you see something spooky lurking in the tree line, there is supposed to be a sasquatch out there." Clara said, clearly teasing him.
Dean just sighed as he turned his head towards her. "No, it was nothing, just trying to see if there was really something there where you were looking." He said, shrugging and trying to play it off. Not really wanting to tell her that he was about eighty percent sure that there was something weird going on around the bar, and possibly the whole town depending on what it was. Not that she would believe him anyways, people usually need the proof thrown in their face to believe, and even then they have a problem believing.
Clara shook her head and patted Dean's shoulder. "Always the hero aren't you?" She asked him. A pang of pain hitting Dean in the chest at the comment, it was innocent enough, it was just... he was always trying to be the hero in a way. Not purposely of course, but he tried to march in and save people. What good did that do him, though? Everyone still either hated him or was killed for even being a part of his life. No matter how hard he tried to save people they would still die and there was nothing that could be done about it. Chances are if there was anything in town it would probably kill Clara before Dean got to it, and he would let her down like everyone else in his life. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you by that. It was just a joke." Clara explained, Dean could feel her eyes on him again as they sat in silence for a moment before he just shook his head.
Deciding to just keep this as shallow as possible, no emotional ties, nothing that will leave an impact. Just pure, unadulterated lust. "It's fine. I just have a lot on my mind. Alcohol and pretty ladies, however, do act as a good distraction." He said, smirking a little at her as she looked at him and laughed. Hearing her laugh surrounding him in the car made brought a smile to his face as he watched her, just enjoying the moment. "It is kind of nice to know that I am not the only one in the car that is messed up." Dean said softly as his voice lost any playfulness that was in it and in turn was replaced with a neutral one as he struggled not to let the tumbling emotions inside come out in the tone.
Dean looked away as he saw Clara shake her head, just looking out the window and leaving the woman to do what she needed to do right now. "Trust me, I have done some terrible things, some that I will never forgive myself for. It's just something you have to learn to deal with. I find alcohol and sex help with the problems from it." She said, the sound of drumming on the steering wheel bringing Dean's attention from the window back to Clara. Who was currently drumming to a beat in her head on the steering wheel. "It's not exactly the healthiest way, but it sure is effective," Clara added, smiling to herself with a look in her eyes that made it clear that she did not know she was being watched again. When her eyes moved over to Dean again the smile faded and she went to speak again.
"That is one of the hottest things that I have been told," Dean said as he moved his hand onto Clara's thigh and squeezed a little, causing her to shift in the seat. "Someone really close to me once said that just because it kills your liver ain't mean it isn't medicine." He added, smiling a little to himself, looking out the windshield, thinking back to the times in the house of the man who was the closest thing to a father figure he had in a long time. The man that he would do anything to have back in his life. The state he is in right now, though... not even Bobby could help him right now. He was a thousand miles away from the car at that moment, deep in his thoughts about the past and the bittersweet memories, just looking out the window at the trees.
He stayed like that for a while before the sound of Clara's voice brought Dean out of his thoughts. "Sounds like something an alcoholic would say. No offense meant to them." Clara said as she pulling up to a stop sign and waiting for a family to cross the street. Dean watched them walking across the street together happily and sighed softly, trying to not let his thoughts wander again. "How much do you want to bet that he is talking to his buddies on the phone trying to get out of watching the kids while the wife goes to "book club"?" Clara asked as she made air quotes at book club. Dean raised an eyebrow and studied the family for a moment and how the man had a dopey grin on his face when he was talking.
"No way, he is probably talking to his mistress or something with that smirk on his face," Dean responded as he looked over at Clara and smiled triumphantly like he had won a contest or something. Almost daring her to suggest otherwise to his logic. He decided to join in on her game, searching for someone else to speculate about as Clara started driving again. "What do you think about mister tacky tourist over there? I say sugar daddy." He said, pointing at the man waiting at the bus stop with one of those horrible tropical themed shirts with a big hat to finish off the outfit. Next to a young blonde woman about twenty years younger than him, fixing his greying hair sticking out from his hat that looked like it more belonged on Justin Timberlake.
Dean was checking out the woman and how short her little tight dress was when Clara spoke again, bringing his attention back to the car and to the girl very willing to let him have his way with her without the plastic face. "There is no way a guy like that is going to get a hot little thing like that without something to catch her eye. He is either hung like a mule or rich enough to afford implants." Clara said as she chuckled a little and patted Dean's arm. "I hope to God that they aren't brother and sister because that shit is just wrong." She added, earning a laugh from Dean as he shook his head and fake shuddered. "Little eye-searing trauma there," Clara added as she laughed loudly. Causing Dean to smile at her, finding himself just enjoying being around this woman and how easy their conversations came.
A few more games of guess the couple later the two of them had made it to the small apartment building that Dean assumed Clara lived at. "You coming or what?" She asked, getting out of the car and making her way across the street. Leaving him there watching her for a moment, before he got out and quickly followed her. Hearing the car beep behind him as he rushed to catch up to her before she got too far. So the fun begins now.