After Sam left, Josie went to her room and put on a flannel shirt. Even though it was amusing to tease Dean, she didn't want to be mean and snatch the bait from under his nose. Especially since she could barely control herself. Andy could really be grateful for Sam, he was always the savior when Josie weakened.
"So hand over your sexy panties", Dean demanded standing in the doorway to Josie's room with a laundry basket, "It's laundry day."
"It's okay Dean, I'll do it myself", she fought back, stopping the dark blonde from emptying her laundry basket.
"Are you afraid I'll do something kinky with your panties?"
"YES!", she replied dryly, giggling at his puzzled look.
Hesitantly, she let him pass and felt awkward. No one had ever done laundry for her before, she doubted if Andy even knew what the washer and what the dryer was back then. Skeptically, she followed him and sat on the dryer while he loaded the washing machine. Smiling, she watched him and couldn't deny that her heart beat a little faster.
"Hey, what do you say we don't sit around here doing dull chores and go out. Last time you were stuck at the station, but we never made up for it", she suggested euphorically.
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Actually, Dean didn't object, so Josie quickly got dressed and drove into town with the Winchester. He parked the Impala in a parking lot in front of a club and eyed the place skeptically. The hunter preferred to stay in bars or in 'clubs' where others danced for him. Josie, however, had a plan for Dean to take to the dance floor himself. The brunette simply took Dean's hand and dragged him into the club. The bass boomed deafeningly at them, leaving no room for thought. Slightly overwhelmed, the hunter looked around, he didn't like being crammed into a small space with so many people. Prancing, she pulled him to the bar and leaned over the counter to the bartender. Surreptitiously Dean checked out Josie's butt, if she stuck it out to him like that, he had to seize the moment. He couldn't resist giving her a slap, which she acknowledged with a playfully shocked look.
"You're so stiff, come on move!", she yelled against the music, taking his arms to encourage him.
"Sweetie, I don't dance!", he replied with an apologetic shrug.
She took the tequila shots the waiter set out for her and held one to Dean's lips. She looked at him with a sweet look that was enhanced by her sparkling doe eyes.
"But maybe after this", she grinned, tilting the shot glas so that the Winchester was forced to open his mouth unless he wanted it to pour all over him.
Satisfied, Josie went to drink her own shot, but Dean snatched it from her and gestured for her to open her mouth. Grinning, she obeyed and put her head back. Before being able to react, Dean's lips were at the corner of her mouth, catching the drop that missed. For a moment her heart stopped, thinking he was going to kiss her. And in her euphoria, she might have even let him.
