The Perks of Being A Winchester

Chapter 17: The Club

Dean pulls into the parking lot of the club. You can hear dance music all the way outside. Your dancing/partying experience is limited to prom and one disastrous prom after party. Your date got horridly drunk, puked all over your lovely dress, and passed out in the kitchen. After dragging his drunk ass to the car, you drove him home and had to walk, as he insisted on taking his dad's Cadillac.
You shake away the memories as Dean opens up your car door and helps you out. Even in your six inch heels, he is still taller than you. He's looking incredibly sexy in dark jeans, converse, a white undershirt an a black button up. His green eyes shine bright with excitement.
"Ready?" He takes your hand.
"Ready." You guys walk up to the bouncer, tailed by Sam and Becky. Cas tagged along too. Dean hands you a fake ID, declaring you as Leslie Hawethorn, 22. You smile at Dean as you approach the bouncer. The bouncer gives you a suspicious look. "How old are you, girl?"
"I'm 23," you say primly. You hand him your Id which the bouncer studies for several seconds before handing it back to you. He doesn't bother to check Dean or Cas, but he does check Sammy and Becky. Dean laughs. "Aw, Little Sammy still looks to young to get into the bar?"
Sammy glares at his brother and says "Oh shut up."
Dean turns to you. "Do you want to dance, or get a drink first?" You grin and say, "Let's get a drink." You walk with Dean over to the bar, where a cute bartender smiles at you.
"What can I get you guys?"
"Two beers, please." Dean says. The bartender nods and slides them to you. You smile and wink at him. His face lights up, and Dean possessively puts an arm around your waist. You and Dean sit at two barstools and drink your beers in silence for a few minutes. Of course, the loud music and buzz of conversations flowing around you makes silence impossible. You feel a strange rush of excitement flow through your body. You were always a good girl in high school. You never drank at parties, you never went very far with any guy, you always dressed modestly, you always made curfew. Now, here you are, with a completely sexy, older, wonderful guy, pretending to be three years older, wearing a tight dress and heels, drinking and dancing late at night. Suddenly, "Shut up an Dance" comes on. You turn to Dean and set down your almost empty beer. You grab his hand and say, "Let's dance, Winchester." He smiles as you pull him to the dance floor, which is covered with people. You follow the other people dancing, and sway to the beat. Dean stands by you, and you mouth the words and pull on his arm. "Shut up and Dance with me!" You shout with the song. He danced with you. When the song ends, he kisses you. You kiss him back and forget about everyone else in the room. When he finally breaks the kiss, the whole club is looking at you. Somebody whistles. Another sing comes on, and everyone breaks their gaze. Sammy and Becky are standing beside you. You ignore Becky's glare and smile at Sammy.
"Having fun yet?" He asks.
"This is awesome! I love being 23!" You say. Dean smiles. "And only two years until you're legally able to do this."
"Actually one. I turned 20 last week." Deans eyes are wide.
"I missed your birthday? Wow, what a crappy boyfriend I am." You roll your eyes.
"Dean, you didn't even know when it was. And it's seriously not a big deal." You take his hand and lead him over ti the bar.
Several hours and drinks later, your brain feels fuzzy and you giggle at everything. You've never been drunk before, and you feel sick and elated at the same time. Dean keeps having to steady you.
"I gotta go to the bathroom. You gonna be okay for a minute?" He asks. You nod and giggle. Dean leaves, and a young guy comes up to you. He's muscular and tall, but Dean is more muscular and tall. The guy smiles at you.
"Hey. You alone here tonight?"
"No, my boyfriends in the bathroom." You say with a giggle.
"Aw, that's a shame. It's always the pretty girls who have the boyfriends." He says with a sigh. He puts a hand on your leg. You jerk it away.
"Don't freaking touch me. I'll kick your ass." You say.
"Come on, baby. Don't be like that." The guy gives you a leering smile. You slide off the barstool and get easy from the guy as fast as possible. You find a door and stumble into an alley. You sigh in relief seeing that it's empty. Suddenly, the guy comes out the door. He grins at you and says, "Now, where were we?"
"I was getting the hell away from you." You turn and run as fast as you can. In heels, it's not easy and the guy catches you quickly. He grabs your arms and pins you against the wall. He presses his lips to yours. His breath is foul and you twist your head away.
"No, get off." You say. Your adrenaline and fear has erased the You raise your leg and kick him as hard as you can in the nuts. He groans and lets you go. You punch him in the jaw and sprint away. As you run, you glance behind you to make sure he's not pursuing you. With your head turned, you slam into somebody. It hurts.
"I'm sorry," you mumble and look into the face of the man you ran into as he grabs your arms to steady you.
"Y/N?" It's Castiel. You hug him tightly. "Is everything alright? Dean sent me to find you."
"Please take me to Dean, Cas." He nods and takes you by the hand, leading you in. You spot Dean looking frantically for you.
"Dean!" You shout. He doesn't hear you, so you let go of Castiels hand and run towards him. "Dean!" He turns and his stressed and worried face changes to one of relief.  You throw yourself into his arms and breathe in his clean, familiar, Dean scent. His muscular arms surround your body and you sigh in relief.
"Where the hell were you?! I was so damn worried." He turns you to face him. You kiss him passionately and say, "There was this perverted guy at the bar so I ran away from him but he followed me into the alley so I had to beat him up and then Cas found me." Deans eyes blaze with anger.
"Where this guy? I'm gonna go kick his ass."
"He is probably still in the alley. She hit him rather hard." Cas says.
"Really?" Dean says. "Wow, little spitfire over here." You grin and blush.
"Don't waste your time with him Dean. I want to spend the rest of this night with you." He nods, takes your hand and you guys dance.
Later that night, Cas has disappeared. You and Dean try to find him and eventually spot him talking to a pretty girl with raven black hair. While you observe them from a distance, Sammy comes up holding a passed out Becky in his arms. He doesn't look happy.
"I leave her alone for two damn seconds, and she's passed out at the bar!" He tells Dean.
"We should head out." Dean says. Sam nods.
"Can you go get Cas?" He asks. You nod and Dean helps Sam carry Becky out. As you approach Cas, you realize he's lip locked with the girl. How do you get him without it being awkward? Suddenly, Cas breaks away from the girl.
"I must go." He turns to you and grabs your hand, pulling you out if the club. When you reach the Impala, Sammy sits in the back with Becky laid across his lap. Dean is in the drivers seat, and he tosses cas the keys to Becky's car. He takes them and gets in the car. You slide into the passenger seat, and Dean smiles at you.
"Ready to go, babe?"
"Let's go." Dean guns the engine and starts towards the hotel. About ten minutes away from the hotel, you suddenly hear Becky say, "Sammy?"
She suddenly sits up and pukes all over.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yells, slamming on the brakes and swerving off the road. He jumps out of the car and opens Sam's door, pulling Becky out. "Not in the freaking car!"
Becky keeps puking for several minutes. Sammy climbs out and Dean examines the backseat. Luckily for Dean, but unluckily for Sammy, Becky puked all over Sammy in the car, instead of actually in the car. Dean breathes a sigh of relief.
Even though she's a massive bitch, you can't help feeling bad for Becky, so while Dean and Sammy argue about Sammy's soiled clothes, you go over to Becky and pull her hair back for her, and massage her hand. She shoots you a smile for the first time.
"This is pathetic. I'm 24 years old. I've been way drunker than this before and here I am, hurling like a pathetic 20 year old." Obviously, Becky doesn't know how old you are. But she's really sick, so you let it slide.
"It's ok. It'll pass." You say gently.
"Yeah." She throws up again before announcing that she's ok. Dean makes her sit by the door and tells her to shout before she pukes. He drives faster than he ever has before to the hotel. When he gets there, he quickly ushers Becky out of the Impala. You smile and help her walk to hers and Sammy's room that adjoins to yours. You help her get inside, get her heels off, and you warm up the water for her shower.
"Thanks, Y/N." She sighs. You leave as Sammy walks in. He winks at you.
You go next door to yours and Deans room. He is sitting on the couch waiting for you. You smile and shut the door behind you.
"Hey." He says.
"Hey." You grin. "What's up?" You go over and sit beside him. He puts an arm around you and puts his other hand on your leg.
"You almost had me convinced you had been drinking before." You smile.
"Well, I had a good teacher." Dean laughs and pulls you close. He kisses you and you kiss him back passionately. You run your hands through his hair and he kisses your neck. You climb into his lap, your legs on the outsides of his. He kisses your neck and chest and you arch your head back with a groan. Dean runs his hands up and down your back, over your thighs and your butt. You gently bite Deans ear and he chuckles. You kiss him again and he runs his hands over your stomach and breasts. You kiss Deans neck and then return to his lips.
You've made out like this with one other guy, but Dean is the only guy who has ever made you feel passion. You feel warm and excited, and you want Dean. You suddenly sit up and get off Dean. He looks confused, but then his eyes light up when you hike up your dress and then remove it completely, leaving you in your bra, underwear and heels. Deans eyes canvas your body and he grins as he looks you up and down. He stands up and removes his outer shirt. He takes off his boots and is pulling off his undershirt. He now stands before you shirtless, and it's really hot. You step towards him. You kiss him on the lips, and then you both fall into the bed. Dean is on top of you. He bites his lip and says "Are you sure you wanna do this?" You nod. Dean sits up and undoes his belt, and removes his Jeans. He reaches down to unhook your bra when there is a knock at the door.