When Dean got into the motel bar, he noticed how dark it was except for the stage lights. The bar sat in the middle of the room with a row of bar stools surrounding it. The door closed with a bang behind Dean and everyone in the bar looked up at him. He gave a nod and a slight wave as everyone went back to their drinks. A nice looking bartender with dark, short hair looked at him with a flirtatious smile. As Dean walked up to the bar and sat down at an empty stool, the bartender placed a coaster in front of him.
“What are you having sweet cheeks?” the bar tender said, pretending to look at Dean’s ass. “I’m thinking you either like whiskey..” Dean cringed, “..or beer?” the bartender finished.
“Beer me!” Dean said with his sexy crooked smile. While waiting for his beer he scanned the crowd. The bar had mostly older people with the exception of a few younger guys in their early twenties. The bartender placed a beer in front of him when Dean turned to meet the brown eyes of the pretty girl in front of him.
“So, where ya from? I know you’re not from around here. I’d have noticed.” she winked. Dean smiled and took a sip from his beer.
“I’m from farther South. Out here for a job opportunity.” Dean lied. The pretty bartender smiled then leaned forward, closer to Dean.
“If you stay until close, I could show you around. Give you a good time.” the bartender said crossing her arms under her to make her breasts pop.
Dean looked down then smiled. ‘I still got it.’ he thought to himself. The bartender left to tend to the other patrons when Dean went back to scanning the room. He could see a few guys up on stage with instruments in their hand. The drummer was an older guy, probably mid forties, his gray hair peaking through some brown hair. The guitarist’s hair was thinning but still dark. He had a thin structure but dressed like he was in a rock band on tour. The third guy was younger, close to Dean’s age, with full set of teeth and a thick head of curly blonde hair. The sign on the right of the stage said ‘Arielle and the Killers’. Dean scoffed. What kind of name was that? Arielle and the killers? Who was Arielle? Curly, the bass player? Or the balding guitarist? Dean’s thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the microphone squealing as the curly bass player spoke into it.
“Welcome to the show! We are Arielle and the Killers and we are here to entertain you!” he spoke with such enthusiasm it was hard not to watch what was going to happen next. “First off, let me introduce you to the band! I’m Jarrod and I play bass. That’s Murray, he plays guitar. Frank is on the drums and on vocals we have the amazing ARIELLE!!” The women in the crowd quietly clapped and the rest of the room erupted with hoots and hollers as a beautiful, curly red head climbed onto the stage. She had fire truck red hair with piercing blue eyes. She had her nose pierced and full, pouty red lips. She smiled as she got to the microphone.
“Hello everybody! You ready to have a good time!?” she asked as the crowd erupted again. “Alright! Let’s go!”
The music started to play while Arielle grabbed the mic from the stand and started jamming out to the beat. She flipped her fire red hair back and fourth as Dean watched her, mesmerized. She wore a black leather corset that tied up at the front, lifting her succulent breasts upward. Her pants matched her top and Dean thought about pulling on those strings to see what was underneath.
Arielle belted out the lyrics to ‘Down South Jukin’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd as she danced around the stage. Dean danced in his chair, tapping his feet and not breaking a stare with the girl in the spotlight. Song after song passed and Dean soaked up every moment of Arielle’s performance, some moments he forgot that she had a band behind her.
Once the band was done playing Arielle shouted “You’ve been one hell of a crowd!” and took a bow. The lights went dark on the stage as the crowd cheered, Dean was being the loudest of all. When he was done cheering, he turned back to the bar to see the cute bartender looking displeased. Dean shrugged as she set her sights on a new piece of meat. Dean knew she was an easy target for what he was needing that night, but he was more intrigued by the fiery red head. As he took another sip of his now warm beer, he heard a sweet, sultry voice fill his ear.
“Hey, Kelsey! Two shots and two beers.” Dean looked over to see it was the girl he’d been staring at all night. “And can you see if cook will make me the usual?” The bartender nodded and handed her two beers. She poured two shots of, who knows, and slid them over the bar to Arielle. Arielle grabbed the beers in one hand and slid a shot over to Dean. Without looking at him she said “So, you like what you heard huh?” She pounded back the shot and looked over at Dean with those icy blue eyes of hers.
“Uh, yeah. You rocked!” Dean said with a grin as he downed the other shot. The burn of the shot ran down his throat and into his stomach. It was Whiskey.
Coughing and clearing his throat he said “Where’d you learn to sing like that? I mean, it’s not easy to sing all of those old songs like you did.”
“Grew up listening to them. My father used to listen to the oldies station in his garage. I was out there all of the time trying to escape from my mom so she couldn’t turn me into a girly girl.” Arielle said without any hesitation. “I’m guessing you like those old songs. From the stage I could see you singing along.”
“Well...” Dean’s thought was interrupted by some fans greeting Arielle, all of them male, of course. Dean waited with frustration as men flocked around her, taking pictures and telling her how great she was tonight. Arielle pushed through the crowd, thanking everyone for their support in her band and stood so close to Dean he could smell her lavender and vanilla perfume.
“Want to go somewhere more quiet? I have a VIP booth behind the stage.” Arielle shouted in his ear. Putting his arm around her, Dean stood up with a smile while the other guys looked defeated.
Arielle lead Dean through the door that was beside the stage and into a brighter room with people hustling around. Her band sat in a booth closest to the door; they cheered when Arielle walked through. She cheered with them and grabbed Dean by the hand and lead him to a booth at the back corner. She sat down and slid to the corner seat as Dean slid in beside her.
“So, tell me about yourself. What brings you here to this musty old dive bar?” Arielle said as she placed the beer bottle to her lips.
“Work. My brother and I travel a lot for work.” Dean said trying to keep himself from staring at her lips.
“Oh yeah?” Arielle muttered, taking a long sip from her beer. “What do you do for work?”
“Uh, we look for talent. We are signing agents.” Dean said as the words stumbled from his mouth.
Arielle raised an eyebrow and stared at Dean like she didn’t believe him. She placed the beer bottle down on table and rolled it in between her hands. Dean smiled awkwardly as he looked at the bottle and then her. Getting more nervous by the minute, he took a big drink of his beer.
“So Mr. Talent manager.” Arielle started, “Would you sign me?”
“Oooh yeah!” Dean blurted out. Arielle laughed and it was the sweetest laugh Dean had ever heard. “I mean, you’d have to drop the band. Not really… female fan approved.”
Just as Arielle was going to say something, a younger man in a white smock came into the back room and towards her with a plate of delicious smelling food. Dean’s stomach growled. He knew that smell. It was a bacon cheeseburger with deluxe fries and gravy. Arielle saw Dean drool over the food and offered to share as the younger man put the food down in front of them.
“Thanks Jake!” She shouted out after the young man shuffled his way back out the door he came in from. “I normally don’t stare but you look hungry and you may need your energy later.” Dean smiled and dug into the fries and gravy while Arielle cut the burger in half.
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After a few hours of talking, Dean couldn’t get over how alike this girl and him were. They liked the same music, the same shows and had the same appetite. They laughed and talked until the curly haired guitar bass player cut into their conversation.
“Hey Ari, we are out of here. It’s closing time. They’re shutting things down early. Guess it died after we were done. You good?”
She thanked him and looked at Dean, “I’m good.” Jarrod, the curly haired man, sneered at Dean then walked away. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Arielle asked while rubbing Dean’s leg. She slowly crept her hand up to the bulge in Dean’s pants.
“Whoa!” Dean said as he jumped, grabbed her hand and pulled her out off the booth. “I have a room here. Let’s go there.”
Arielle nodded and let Dean lead her to his room. Outside, the air was brisk but Dean was heated and couldn’t wait to get to the room. Arielle stopped him from walking and slammed him up against the outside wall of the bar. She stood on her tiptoes and grabbed Dean’s head and leaned in for a kiss. Dean’s mouth was welcoming to this petite girl’s tongue as she pushed her way past his lips. They kissed frantically until Arielle stopped, then Dean grabbed her hand and rushed her to the room door. It was only at the end of the motel and was lit up with a hazy halogen light that attracted tons of bugs. Dean saw that Sam was still out, luckily and fumbled with his key to get inside. When he got the door undone, he flicked on the lights and turned to face Arielle. She looked sultry in any light and Dean had to have her. He motioned for her to come to him and she did. She ran in and jumped up on him, which landed both of them on the floor. Neither of them bothered to get up because they were too into making out.
“This is a little uncomfortable” Arielle said as she stood and extended her hand for Dean to take. Dean grabbed her hand and pulled himself up. They began kissing again as Dean started to take off his clothes. His jacket, his shirt, then his pants. Arielle pushed him down as they got to the bed. She wanted to give Dean something to remember. She began to slowly untie her top until her breasts started peeking out. Dropping her shirt to the floor she started on her pants, slowly untying them too.
Dean couldn’t help it any more. He growled with passion and grabbed her then threw her on top of him. He started kissing her again furiously and hungry. Flipping himself on top of her, he took off her pants, underwear and stripped off his own.
Arielle giggled because she knew what she did to him and she enjoyed every minute of it. Dean grabbed Arielle’s legs and put them over his shoulders as he went down on her. With every lick and suck, he had her. She moaned and screamed as her legs quivered with pleasure. She started pushing Dean’s head away from her area and pulled him up. She wanted him and needed him now! She felt every hard ab Dean had on his body as he crawled on top of her. His penis was as hard as those tasty abs. She didn’t break eye contact as she pulled him closer, his penis in her hand, her lightly stroking so he didn’t go off too early.
Dean grabbed a condom from his bag that was beside the bed and slid it on. He steadied himself before pushing into Arielle. She gasped at how much he stretched her out. He began moving his hips, in and out, in and out while Arielle moaned with pleasure. It became faster and harder as he pounded into her over and over. She couldn’t help but scream with ecstasy when he slowed to prevent himself from cumming too soon. Arielle pushed Dean over onto his back and straddled him as she slid down onto his hard rod. She began riding him in a way Dean hadn’t experienced before. She made her hips do small circles which made Dean groan. He was enjoying it all too much, this girl was like a drug.
Dean watched as Arielle bounced on top of him, only making his climax come much quicker. Her breasts bounced with every circle she made and Dean couldn’t hold it in any more. He was ready to blow. As he reached climax, so did Arielle. They both screamed out in pleasure as their bodies intertwined in a heap of quivering satisfaction. Arielle got off of Dean and laid down beside him as they both gathered their breath. After a few moments, Arielle rolled to face Dean, rubbing her hand up and down Dean’s body. Dean looked over at Arielle and said “Give me a minute then round two?” Dean took a few deep breaths then grabbed Arielle and they were off again.
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Sam finished at the library, then headed to a late night coffee shop to do more investigating. Once he realized it was close to 2:00 in the morning, he decided it was time to head back to the motel. Dean had to be done with his booty call right? Sam drove until he got back to the motel and parked in a stall in front of the room. The light was still on so Sam thought either Dean forgot to turn off the light after his fling left or he was up, frustrated that he couldn’t score. Sam got out of the car and headed for the door. He unlocked it and headed in when he heard screaming and loud banging. Rushing around to where the beds were, he quickly realized that was a mistake. Dean was dick deep in a red headed woman, doggy style, and was pounding her fast and hard.
“A LITTLE BUSY HERE!” Dean yelled without missing a beat. Sam ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him. This will be the one memory he will never get out of his head. Sam never saw the girl’s face but knew she had to be a looker because that’s who Dean always got.
Sam, defeated, knowing he won’t be going in his room tonight, unlocked the car and crawled into the backseat. He grabbed his jacket to cover himself as he drifted off to sleep, trying to not think of Dean’s naked body all over the red headed girl.
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The next morning, Arielle snuck out of Dean’s room, trying not to wake him. She smiled at the thought of how much pleasure she gave and got from him. Closing the door quietly, she slowly put her shoes on and started the walk of shame. She quickly looked around then took off, faster to the street.
Sam awoke from his sleep due to the brightness of the upcoming day. As he peeked out of the window his head was resting on, he finally saw the face of the red headed girl that Dean conquered all last night. He quickly tried to get out of the car before she disappeared around the corner of the motel, but she was too fast. Sam ran to the motel room door and unlocked it. He rushed to a passed out Dean, bum exposed from the mess of blankets that surrounded him.
“Dean! Dean! Wake up!” Sam said as he shook Dean’s bed with his foot.
“What!? I’m sleeping!” Dean said groggily.
“It was her!” Sam said, standing above his brother as Dean slowly turned his head and looked at him with one eye open.
“It was who?” Dean said frustrated.
“The girl you were with last night. I think it was Stevie!”
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Eternally Yours: Supernatural
Fanfic***Disclaimer*** This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Supernatural universes, which is trademarked by Kripke Enterprises***** Dean and Sam Winchester battle monsters because that's the family business. But they weren't ready for h...
