Mariolka

You rose to your feet and slipped your flip-flops back on, glancing down at your clothes. It wasn’t like you were dressed for company, but it was too late to worry about it now. You tried to see who was behind the wheel, but the sun glinting off the windshield made that impossible, so you shrugged and went down the steps to greet whoever was driving. When he climbed out of the car, your mouth dropped open, and you stopped in your tracks for a second.

You could have sworn the temperature just rose another 20 degrees. This man was a whole other level of hot. Drool-inducing, panty-melting, fantasy-inspiring hot - tall, lean, bow-legged, broad-shouldered, and gorgeous. As you forced yourself to close your mouth, he swore, talking to the car.

“Son-of-a-bitch! Come on, Baby, we’re almost home.” The frown between his brows (even that was attractive) smoothed out a bit as he saw you approaching (once you recovered your ability to walk). “Hey, sorry about that. I guess this heat is too much even for my Baby today.”

“I can see that!”

He turned to raise the hood, steam surrounding him as he propped it in place, and you swore you could hear porn music playing in the background as you stared at his biceps. You stifled a groan at the play of muscle underneath his grey t-shirt, which was rapidly growing darker with sweat in the heat and clinging to his back. “I’d better let her cool off.”

“I can hook up the hose so you can put some water in the radiator after it sits for a bit.” You were sounding far less wilted than you had felt before he got out of that car, that was for sure.

He smiled, and your heart did a somersault in your chest. “That would be awesome, thanks.” He followed you around to the side of the house, and you shut off the water to your flowers, then reached to unscrew the sprinkler hose. It had apparently welded itself to the spigot – you couldn’t get it to budge. You bent over, struggling to force the stubborn coupling to loosen up, but it was hopeless. You turned, frustrated, and your unexpected visitor’s eyes traveled quickly back up to your face as his tongue swept over his lips. “I – uh… Here, let me give it a try.”

He stepped forward to deal with the stubborn fitting, and you blushed at your thoughts. Had he been staring at your ass? Speaking of… Your eyes were currently glued on his backside as he finally managed to unscrew the sprinkler hose. You shook your head to break the spell and rushed over to grab the regular hose from its storage on the side of the house, handing it to him without meeting his eyes. You had to calm your hormones before you made a total ass of yourself over this guy.

“I have some iced tea in the house – or would you rather have a beer?”

He straightened up after hooking up the hose, turning to grin at you and sending another flood of those pesky hormones flooding into your bloodstream. “A beer sounds great, thanks. And my name’s Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.”

You smiled back at him as you introduced yourself, then went up the steps and into the house to fetch a couple of cold beers from your fridge. Of course, you stood with your head inside of it for a couple of minutes first, thinking about the way you could feel his eyes following you as you had walked away from him. And you had thought this stay-at-home vacation was going to be boring.

You headed back outside, and Dean walked back towards you from where he had dragged the hose over near his car. You couldn’t stop staring at that bow-legged stride, the denim of his jeans hugging those strong thighs, and you dropped down to sit on the steps to mask your agitation. He plopped down beside you, gratefully taking the beer you offered. “Thanks - nothing like an ice cold beer when it’s hot as hell out,” he said grinning over at you. You agreed, watching as he tipped his bottle and took a long pull. You followed suit quickly, because otherwise you were going to moan out loud at the sight of his perfect lips on the rim of the bottle, the tip of his tongue touching the opening before he drank. There were several very filthy thoughts battling for space in your head, and you could feel your pulse beating between your thighs.

“Soooo,” you started, a little too loudly, but you quickly caught yourself and adjusted your volume. “I heard you say you were almost home – where are you from?”

“My brother and I live a couple miles south of Lebanon.”

“I guess we’re almost neighbors, then,” you said, inwardly cringing at your lack of small talk skills.

Dean gave you a crooked smile, nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess we are. So if I come knocking at your door to borrow a cup of sugar, you got me covered?”

You smiled. “Any time.”

He picked at the label on his bottle, shooting a sideways glance your way with a sly quirk of his lips. “As long as your boyfriend isn’t the jealous type.” You laughed softly, and he nudged your shoulder with his. “What, too subtle?”

“No boyfriend. Just an ex-husband, but that’s old news.” You met his green-eyed gaze, which had your breath catching in your chest for a moment. “How about you?”

“Nope, completely free.” A warm smile slowly spread across his face, making your stomach do a little flip. “So far.” He winked, so quickly that you weren’t completely sure you hadn’t imagined it, and then drained the rest of his beer and rose to his feet. “Let’s see if I can bring Baby back to life, huh?”

You went to the side of the house and waited for his shout, then turned on the water. You waited for him to call out again to shut it back off, then walked back around the house as he slid behind the wheel. You heard him turn the key with a ‘Come on, Baby!’ and then a ‘That’s my girl!’ when the engine roared to life. You were trying to stifle your smile when he shut the engine off and climbed back out, but he just grinned back at you before turning around to put the hood down.

He headed back your way, wiping his hands on the tail of his t-shirt. “If you’re not in a hurry, you could come inside and cool off before you head home, have another beer.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal, but you were holding your breath as you waited for his reply.

“Yeah, thanks. Lead the way.” You smiled and turned to go up the steps, Dean right behind you. You both let out a relieved sigh at the cool air in the house compared to the sauna-like atmosphere outside. “Damn, does that feel good,” he said as you kicked off your flip-flops. He bent to untie his boots, but you stopped him.

“You don’t have to do that, really.” He glanced up to see that you were sincere, gave a little nod in acknowledgment, and followed you into the kitchen.

You went to the fridge, grabbed a couple more beers, and handed him one, turning to lean against the island as you opened yours. Dean settled against the counter top across from you, flipping his lid into the trash with perfect aim, then tilting his head back to take several swallows as you lost yourself in the sight.

His t-shirt was stuck to his body, his nipples showing through the damp cotton of his shirt. You stared at his throat as he drank, watching with bated breath as a bead of sweat trickled from his hairline all the way down his neck. He licked his lips as he set his bottle down beside him, his eyes moving from your parted lips to your breasts as they rose and fell with your rapidly increasing breathing. Your heart was beginning to pound, and you took your bottom lip between your teeth for a second before you spoke, your voice breathless. “So, do you wanna…”

“Hell, yeah,” he growled out before you could finish, and then he was on you before you could blink. You reached back blindly, your beer thankfully settling in an upright position as he pinned you against the island and took your lips in a ravenous kiss, all tongues and teeth and hunger. He had both hands on your ass, kneading and squeezing as your fingers clawed at his back, and you could feel him rapidly growing hard as he pressed closer.

He finally broke the kiss, barely parting from you and still nibbling at your lips as he spoke. “I’ve got some condoms in my bag in the trunk.”

You shook your head, kissing him again and making him moan as you sucked the tip of his tongue. “Down the hall, nightstand, top drawer,” you managed before he flashed a grin, giving your left cheek one more squeeze before he rushed away to follow your directions.

Dean was back before you finished taking a swallow of your beer. He took the bottle from your hand, turning to set it next to his on the opposite counter top. “Might need some room,” he said as he moved close again, putting his hands on your waist and boosting you up to the top of the island. He slipped his fingers up under the hem of your shirt, looking into your eyes. “Can I?”

You nodded, holding his gaze as he slowly peeled your tank top up, then over your head. He tossed it behind him without taking his eyes from your breasts. “Your turn,” you said softly, giving his shirt a tug, and he pulled it off in one quick move, then moved in close. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him snug between your thighs as you ran your fingertips over his chest, tracing the pattern of his tattoo.

He put a hand on your knee, moving it up slowly until his fingers slipped under the frayed hem of your cutoffs. “I should tell you, these Daisy Dukes have been making me crazy,” he rumbled, making you shiver as he traced a line forward and along the crease of your thigh. He leaned down to kiss you as he worked your zipper open, and you moaned into his mouth as he shoved his hand into your panties, his strong fingers gliding through your slick folds as he hummed against your lips.

“Well, I should tell you I’ve been wet for you since you first climbed out of that car,” you said, your voice raspy with arousal. His lips curved into a sexy smirk, and you leaned back on your elbows to lift up a little as he pulled your shorts and panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

He pulled you back up against his chest, kissing you again as he slipped a finger up inside you, stroking, searching until you squirmed with a little whimper. You felt him smile against your lips, and then he added another finger, rubbing firm circles over your clit with his thumb as he brushed his fingertips repeatedly over your sweet spot.

Dean rested his forehead on yours as you raised you hips to chase his thrusts. It felt amazing, but at the moment there was only one thing you wanted. You clutched desperately at the waistband of his jeans, popping the button free and jerking the zipper down. He grunted as you gave his erection a squeeze, then tugged at his jeans until he pulled his fingers from you, a low chuckle in his throat. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he managed to say as you looked up at him with a coy smile, and he shoved his pants down, your eyes widening a little at the sight of him. He rolled the condom on and moved in close again, rubbing his sheathed cock through your slick pussy.

“Dean….” you whined softly at the friction on your swollen clit, and he leaned close, whispering in your ear.

“Shhhh, sweetheart, I got you.” He reached down, guiding his cock to your entrance and pushing forward as you clutched at the back of his neck. You chased his lips, kissing him desperately as he worked his way inside you with short strokes until he was buried deep, your hips rising to meet him. Every sensitive nerve inside you was singing, your body trembling at being filled to the limit.

You were panting as you pulled back from the kiss, and Dean put a hand to your face, brushing your damp hair back from your forehead, his green eyes warm as he gazed into yours. “You doing ok?”

You leaned into his touch with a euphoric little smile, then nodded. “I’m good. Really good.” He flashed a quick grin before giving you a gentle kiss, letting his hand drift down to cup your breast. “Could be better,” you mumbled against his lips, giggling as he drew back and looked down at you with a cocked eyebrow, a sparkle in his eyes.

“Oh, yeah?”

You reached down to squeeze his ass – his very firm, pert ass – and leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Dean.”

He didn’t make you wait. He braced one hand on your hip and wrapped an arm around you to hold you close as he began to rut into you, staying deep inside you at first, then pulling out farther and driving back into you faster and harder. Your thighs tightened around him, your hips bucking into his thrusts as your fingers dug into the muscle of his back, his skin slick with sweat. Moans of pleasure and grunts of effort filled the air as you began to clench and pulse around his cock, and you arched your back and cried out as you came undone.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Dean swore softly as he lost control, his cock throbbing inside you as your orgasm sent him over the edge with you. You strained against him, whimpering at the intensity of the sensations washing through you, finally slumping with your face against his chest, a shudder making you clench around his still-pulsing length. He leaned forward, slightly trembling, holding you tight with one arm as he braced a hand on the counter, his chest heaving beneath your cheek as he slowly came down from his high.

He rested his head on top of yours, his warm breath stirring your hair. “You’re fucking incredible,” he breathed, raising back up as you moved to look up at him.

“Pretty incredible yourself,” you responded with a languid smile. “I haven’t felt this good in – well, ever.” His eyes searched yours as he bent close to kiss you, sending a wave of warmth through you.

“You know, I could kiss you for hours. Possibly days.”

He laughed softly, his fingers trailing along your jaw. “Well, maybe we’ll work on that. But I should probably take care of…” He glanced down pointedly at where you were still joined, and you smiled.

“Oh – yeah – I guess so.” You held your breath as he pulled himself free, then put his hands on your waist and helped you down off the island. He smiled down at you, his eyes scanning over your body with a naughty smirk as he let out a soft ‘Mmm-mmm.’

“I’ll be back,” he said, hitching his pants up, and you stared as he walked away from you, heading to the bathroom. You collapsed back against the counter, blowing out a breath in aroused appreciation. You had just had sex with a complete stranger who was hot enough to fuel your fantasies for many, many years into the future – and you were pretty sure you weren’t finished with him yet. In fact, you were sure of it. So you stood up straight and headed for the bathroom, in all your naked glory, with a big smile on your face.

When he opened the door, you were standing there waiting. His eyes widened a little, his smile slowly growing as you peered up at him with a flirty expression. “I need a shower. And you’re welcome to join.” You pushed your way by him, letting your breasts brush against his arm on the way by, grinning to yourself as you heard him chuckle.

You reached in and turned on the water to let it warm up, and Dean watched you with appreciation, pulling his lip between his teeth. “I – uh – have some clean clothes out in the car. I’ll be right back.”

You shot him a sidelong glance with a smile as you stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind you. He let out a low whistle before he rushed to the front door, heading for the car to get his duffle bag and pulling out his phone to call his brother. “Sammy? Yeah, had a little car trouble, I won’t be home until tomorrow sometime. Nah, nothing serious. Yep, later.”

Sometime tomorrow. Next day at the latest. He smirked to himself as he closed the trunk, patting the Impala’s roof on the way by as he headed back to the house. “I owe you, Baby.”

Three weeks later:

You sat on the porch swing, a cold beer in hand as you relaxed after a long week of work. The weather had finally cooled off, and it was pleasant on the porch, a light breeze stirring your hair. You reached for your phone as it rang, smiling as you looked at the screen. “Hello,” you said, a smile in your voice.

“Hey, there – it’s me, your neighbor.”

“Hi, neighbor,” you laughed. “What’s up?”

“Well – as it turns out, I’m completely out of sugar.”

“Completely, huh?”

“Absolutely. Totally out. I could really, really use some sugar right now.” His voice was already sending vibrations through you that made you want to tell him to get in the car now. “And you know I’ve got a sweet tooth that just won’t quit. I need sugar, sweetheart.”

You laughed as you heard Sam’s voice in the background, threatening to throw up if Dean didn’t stop. “Well, you know you’re always welcome to come over for sugar if you need it, Dean.”

“I knew I could count on you. You’re the best neighbor ever. And we can fire up the grill, I’ll make my world-famous burgers, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds amazing. And I’ll handle dessert.”

He growled into his phone, making you laugh again. “Yeah, you will. Mmmmmm. I’ll be there in half an hour.”

You sighed happily as you hung up, swinging lazily with a smile on your face. Maybe you should put on those Daisy Dukes again.

Without panties, of course.

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“Welp,” Dean sighed, taking another swig of his beer. “I’d say we’ve earned that day off—or, well, the six hours before we meet up with Bobby.” He continued, rambling basically to himself as Sam’s gaze drifted past Dean’s shoulder. “Whad’ya say? Little daylight pub crawl?”

At the resounding silence, Dean finally noticed his brother. 

Brown eyes wide. Mouth slightly opened. Hand stalled mid air with his glass.

“Sammy?” Dean waved in his little brother’s face. “You listen to a word I said?”

Sam was still frozen, eyes glassy and fixated on something across the bar. “She’s beautiful...” His voice trailed off, breathless and entranced. 

If Dean hadn’t turned to see what the hell he was watching, he might’ve thought Sam had been under some spell. But he looked—at the corner booth over near the pool table—and nearly choked on beer.

Two women were sitting across from one another. Relatively young, late twenties at most, and fucking gorgeous—both of them. Maybe that should’ve been the first warning, but who was Dean Winchester to not notice some pretty girls?

One kinda fluttered in her seat, hands animatedly moving. Around her shoulders was a dainty purple cardigan, and the equally pretty smile she wore practically glittered under the bar lamps. Meanwhile the other seemed to have a perpetual smirk, listening intently to what the purple girl was rambling about as she leaned back languidly into the vinyl. 

As bright and shiny as the first girl was, this one drew him in. Even from across the bar, Dean could see the dozens of puzzling layers that he wanted to spend hours unwrapping—or, more likely, undressing. He couldn’t help it as his eyes trailed across her form. Focus landing squarely on her chipped nails tracing lazy shapes in the glass’s condensation. Then, almost painfully slow, one hand wrapped around the glass, lifting it up to her lips. A single drop of her drink slid down her mouth. 

Slack jawed, Dean watched as her tongue chased the droplet. Her lips still pulled up in a slight smirk.

Dean whistled low. “That.” He enunciated by gesturing the bottle neck towards the woman. “Is trouble. You aren’t messing with that.”

Sam whipped his head around, trance broken and a thin pout now pursed on his lips. “What the hell does that mean?”

His older brother grinned, glancing back at the table just in time to see the smirking one peel off her jacket, revealing a tight green v-neck hugging just the right places. 

“Sorry, Sammy. But you can’t possibly handle all that.”

Sam’s brows pinched, pouting further as he saw exactly where his brother was looking. “Wha—I was talking about the other girl.”

“Purple sweater?”

Sam aggressively nodded, reminding Dean of the time when Sam was twelve and he had a deadly crush on the public pool’s lifeguard.

Dean looked towards the booth again, right on time to seen the green subtly glance back. She locked eyes with him, just once, and then casually resumed her conversation—as if she hadn’t just sent a perfect volley right into his court.

“Bingo.” Dean slammed his empty bottle down, arms now free to wrangle his little brother by the scruff. “C’mon, Sammy. Show time.”

Sam’s eyes widened, fiercely fighting the pull. “Dean—absolutely not.”

But his brother was still grinning wildly as he manhandled the lanky giant. It was far too late for any of Sam’s excuses anyways, as Dean had swiftly parked them right in front of the corner booth. Perks of being in some rundown dive bar in butt-fuck nowhere, this place was smaller than a shoebox.

“Dude—,“ Sam protested right before his brother swiveled him to face the table.

Dean cleared his throat, putting on his signature honey-sweet tone. “Ladies, I was wondering if you could help me and my brother out, we’re in a bit of a pickle here.”

Both girls turned towards them, but Dean instantly watched the green. 

It was like as soon you’d looked at him, smirk mirroring his own, there was nothing else he could see. Blinders on. A hazy vignette perfectly framing your face.

Up this close, however, you looked familiar somehow. But being Dean, he simply swatted it off as the growing buzz of booze and the moment.

Instantly, you perked up. Voice more chipper and bubbly than he was expecting. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Eyes trailing down Dean as you not so subtly leaned forward, arms pushing your cleavage together.

Well, Dean was in for a world of trouble tonight—and he was ecstatic. 

“What angels.”

This time, your smile glinted as you giggled. “Are you just gonna stand there?” Painted nails gesturing to either side of the booth.

Across from you, the other girl was fidgeting with her hair, far more afraid of holding Sam’s eye contact than you were with Dean. Sam didn’t look put off in the slightest though. In fact, he looked like the place could catch fire and he’d still be staring at her, equally as entrance as the moment he first spotted her across the bar.

Gulping a little, Sam attempted a calm, easy tone. “This seat taken?”

The purple girl smiled sweetly as she fiddled with the long sleeves of her cardigan. “Not at all.”

You grinned. “Well, ain’t that peachy?” Holding Dean’s eye contact as you slid farther into the booth, making a suggestive amount of space for him.

Hell of a way to top off a hunt.

Over the next ten minutes, you’d told the boys all about the roadtrip—your little sister’s graduation present. The names you gave were believable enough, even if Dean had a sneaking suspicion you were fibbing. 

It honestly made him even more intrigued, reflexively leaning closer with every giggle and teasing squeeze you gave to his bicep. Your aura was intoxicating, increasing by the second—so much so that he didn’t pick up on the ways you kept popping in to answer every question, especially the ones thrown your sister’s way. Under normal circumstances, Sam and Dean’s alarm bells would’ve been ringing to hell. But staring at you two had all sense silenced from their minds.

All according to your plan.

Across the table, your sister coughed. “Um, it’s almost half past.”

You pouted dramatically in your seat, Dean’s eyes still trailing your every minor movement. “Gosh darn! I’m sorry boys, we’ve gotta head back. We walked here and our motel’s almost twenty minutes away.”

A lightbulb flickered behind Dean’s eyes, glancing excitedly at his brother. “Walk? At this time of night?” He shook his head at you chastisingly, still smirking. “We can’t have that, I’ll be tied up in knots wondering if you’re safe. How ‘bout we give you both a ride? Our motel’s not far off either.”

In fact, Dean knew there was only one motel in town.

You batted your lashes at him, running your nails down his leather jacket. “As long as it’s not too much trouble.”

Dean leaned his smirk closer, eyes darting down to your lips. “I’d say the only trouble here is you.”

Your eyes flared as another high pitched giggle bubbled out. Dean just thought he was just real funny tonight and you were real into it. It only made you laugh harder, positively tickled by how clueless he was by the ironic joke he’d accidentally made.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Your fingers now fiddling with the collar of his jacket.

“What a shame.”

Sam coughed awkwardly, giving your sister a ‘sorry for my brother’ kind of smile when she rolled her eyes at you two. 

“That okay with you?” He asked so tenderly it made your sister visibly gulp.

“Um, yeah, absolutely. Thank you.”

He only nodded, still locking eyes with her. They’d been doing that for the past thirty minutes, basically silent save for your conversation. It was so nauseating you almost forgot yourself and allowed your eyes to roll. Instead, you leaned more into the ditz bit and giggled next to Dean’s ear.

With a grin, Dean clapped his hands, relishing in the feeling of your manicured hand resting on his bicep. “Well, Shall we?”

After parking the car, Dean had an arm draped across your shoulder whilst he showed off Baby—off course, only since you insisted on the full tour. Like you said, you don’t know anything about cars, but they look so darn cute! 

And would you look at that? His car was parked around the back. No one in sight and barely any windows facing that way. Dean, however, didn’t pick up on the fact that there weren't any cars in the parking lot—at all—except his.

“Fixed her up myself.” Patting Baby’s trunk like as slap on the ass.

Your eyes were wide as you stared in awe at Dean. “Goodness gracious! So what do you and your brother do for work? Seem real capable.” The exaggerated giggle making your sister now roll her eyes. 

Dean couldn’t give a shit about your borderline desperate flirting, he’d done far more embarrassing things to sleep with a chick. He was just happy to be at the receiving end of it. 

“We’re mechanics. It’s a family business.” The other arm going out to hook around Sam’s neck. “I do most of the heavy lifting, though.”

Dean somehow grinned even wider as you giggled again. “I bet.”

Beside him, Sam grunted awkwardly. His elbow roughly poking Dean in the rib, hands clawing to remove the arm from around his neck. “I don’t feel so good, man.”

Past Sam’s shoulder— and thankfully out of their eyeline—your sister’s head whipped up. Angry recognition flitting across her face as she stared at you. 

Dean shoved Sam’s hand away, glaring out the side of his eye. “You’re fine. Drink some water or something.” However, the sudden motion seemed to remind him of how many beers he must’ve had that night. Head spinning for a moment before he twisted back to you.

Still smiling, you also ignored his brother—and the sniper dot practically appearing on your forehead from your sister’s glare. “You travel a lot?”

Dean squinted, the dizziness whirring around his vision once more. Voice coming through muddy and warped. 

He coughed, “Sorry, I’m, um—a little. Here and there for jobs.”

In an instant, your smile sharpened. Bubbly tone snuffed out. “That why you got stolen plates?”

“Wha—fuck.” 

Dean was slumped over in a second, dropping at the same time as Sam. Whatever they’d been given was strong, but it certainly wasn’t meant to knock them out cold. Still, they were both beyond dizzy, uncontrollably groaning from the piercing squeeze contracting their abdomens.

Not sparing a second, you leaned down and plucked the keys out of Dean’s pocket. “Night night, pretty.”

“Did you really have to do that?” Your sister whined, boots stomping on the pavement as she trailed behind you back to Baby. “All we needed was his wallet!” 

But even with her fussing, you sister quickly scurried into the passenger side. Heart drumming through her ears as she watched Sam doubled over in pain.

You cackled with unbridled glee. Flipping the keys around your pointer as you slid into the driver’s seat. “You need more whimsy, bug. Bit of a flourish here and there ain’t gonna kill you.”

“But it could kill them!”

Casually, you leaned out the car window, peering over at both brothers still groaning on the ground. Dean’s eyes caught your own, still keeled over from the stomach pain, and you smirked—far more supicious and fox-like than he’d realized. 

“They’ll live.”

Through a groan, Dean barked out, “I’m gonna find you, bitch!”

You mockingly laughed as the engine fired up. “Oh I hope so, pretty boy.” 

Baby’s tires smoked as they peeled away from the motel, high tailing it to the interstate.

Now, in the pervading silence, all that was left was the two of them double over and stupidly moaning in pain. The infamous Winchester boys, brought down by a pretty smile and a perfectly placed trap. 

Sam choked on a cough, “Dean, we—jesus—we need’a call Bobby.” A fist coming up to nudge Dean’s shoulder.

Thankfully, you hadn’t been so cruel as to take all their belongings. Still, when Dean messily fished out his wallet and phone with shaking hands, even he was stunned to find them both there. The leather was definitely lighter, all of the cash swiftly slipped from the folds—but everything else was there, even the credits cards.

You could’ve robbed them blind and they’d have no way to follow you for hours. So why not? 

In a more sane and less poison-full state, Dean would wonder what the hell that was about. 

Dumbly, Dean continued groaning on the ground. Fumbling with the buttons as he dialed Bobby’s number.

He grunted in relief when the receiver immediately clicked. Barely letting a second go by before he was grumbling out through gritted teeth, “Bobby, we need’a ride—frickin hell.”

Notes: I giggled uncontrollably writing the last bit, hoping y'all like it!! ;p

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