dean winchester ۶ coming undone (ex_slaughter460) wrote in dust_till_dawn, @ 2009-04-14 18:15:00 |
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'hot chicks. busy. see u later, geekboy.'
There was little to no disappointment when he wrote the note and pinned it on the back of his brother's jacket that was hanging on chair. Much like Sammy's teachers had done when he was in preschool and got sent home with a note pinned to the back of his shirt. Dean knew he'd see the amusement in it--or just bitchface at him when he got home because he would probably over look the note on his back until someone would point out the fact that he had something on his back. If that was the case? Dean would be sad that he missed the look on his brother's face. He always missed the best expressions of Sam when it came to some of the pranks he did when he was growing up. Except for the nair incident that lived deep in his mind as the best expression of 'the art of pranking'. He had yet to top himself, even with the itching powder that was always something of a brilliant move in his eyes. What could he say? He knew he was good when he was really good.
Dean had taken the Impala half way in town before parking it and strolling through downtown like he owned the place. For the most part he did. At least in his mind was he undressed a couple women at the corner of the street, giving them a passing smile and knowing they were doing the same right back at him. He did, after all, have the habit of trying to have someone to be with almost everyday of the week. The fear of anything, including human diseases was always blocked by the fear of going a month without getting any. Dean could deal with dry periods from time to time. Most of the time they were too busy to get some r & r. But when Sam was off trying to romance the Buffy girl. He was going to try and scam some co-ed who was a little too wasted to think about her boyfriend in Iowa. He'd just leave before the waterworks kicked in and he had to awkwardly comfort her. Something that usually turned him off for the next two weeks or so.
His r & r was looking better and better by the moment as he walked down the sidewalk, hands tucked in his jeans without looking like a total closed off freak. He met glances, smiled, smirked, laughed when he heard some women wolf whistle in his direction and flashed them a grin before checking out the blond one in the middle and knowing she and her friends would be like 'oh he was totally checking you out'. It was better than looking for something to kill. Even though he knew Los Angeles had an overabundance of things that went bump in the night. Every hunt he went on lately turned up a success. Dean was surprised that it was even turning that way--but apparently it wasn't just the City of Angels' but the city of demons and an assortment of other things to make you seek therapy for the rest of your life. He was getting the feeling even though he wasn't being the hunter tonight he was doing the reverse just at the feeling that was running up his spine. He knew the feeling of having someone's eyes on him--but this wasn't in a sexual way. This was in a 'I want to rip your heart out of your ass' way that just made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
He wasn't going to let it ruin his night. He didn't get nights where he could just be some regular guy very often. Sure, to make it even more regular if he was actually having someone who called herself his girlfriend at his side. But Dean was not a one woman sort of man. Despite the one time he may have actually been called boyfriend. He knew he was fully capable of being called that again but with someone who appreciated and understood the work he did. It was musings like that--that made him actually glad his brother had found someone capable of keeping up with their work. Just like he assumed--Sam was the brother who would always find someone who understood him completely. Dean had himself to understand. Sam barely did but when he did--when he remembered everything from their childhood and pieced it to the man who was standing in front of him. Dean didn't feel as alone as he did when he stood in front of a woman who said her name was something 'exotic' and he was 'just her type'. Dean was sure he'd make a killing as a prostitute if he wanted too. Just in case he needed an occupation to fall back on. He was sure a "job to fall back on" was never going to be needed. He applied hunting to everything in his life.
Even flirting. The hours in the bar seemed to fly by and Dean had finally landed a pretty little college girl who worked as a secretary in some travel agency, hand stroking her bare thigh from where her skirt was hiking up as she sat beside him by the bar. She wanted to dance but he turned it down for "talking". Women ate that right up and he was sure he saw hearts in her eyes before leaning in, whispering his plan to ditch this place before paying for their drinks and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Amazingly making sure she didn't stumble over her own shoes as she wrapped her arm around his waist. Her hyena-like cackle when he told a joke as she stumbled out of the bar just made him smile more. At the very least he knew she probably wouldn't make it to the Impala as the blond led him through her 'short cut' through the alley which ended up with Dean's back against the wall. The both of them ignoring the scurrying feet of rats around them. Dean's hand already pushed up her shirt and getting a drunken moan from the secretary he'd yet to learn the name from. His mind was already off her, apparently she was the worst kisser in the history of the world. Or the history of Dean Winchester...all teeth. It was painful. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he felt being watched once again. After all, he could only be distracted with the secretary's boobs for so long before he got bored. He was just hoping whatever was watching them would just hurry up and attack.
But when nothing happened, it was apparently anticlimactic. He bit down on her bottom lip and tried to urge her into STOPPING biting him before hearing someone walking down the alley and pushing away the girl, pulling his hand out of her shirt and glancing over to the petite woman at the other end of the alley. Well...that was unexpected. His brow rising a bit as the secretary sobered up quickly, pushing away from her male companion. "Is this your girlfriend? Might as well take that can of worms and run with it. "...yes, this is my girlfriend. Better run I think she's a kickbox instructor." Dean's head rocked back when the secretary slapped him and bolted out the other way, the older man turning to...the woman; tilting his head to the side. "So what brings you to this part of the woods? My amazing looks?" He smirked, folding his arms in front of his chest with an amused look in his eyes. He didn't know who the fuck it was. But she sort of saved him from the blond facehugger so he could just say his quiet thanks and get the reason why she was there.