Location: Tumbleweed Bar in Arizona
"Two beers please," Dean told the bartender. The bar was crowded, so we spent ten minutes trying to find a table. We finally found one in the back by the pool table. There were biker men with tattoos up their arms playing pool. When they saw me walk over they whistled.
"Back off," Dean said holding up a fist. The men laughed at him and one of them pushed him out of the way, trying to get to me. When we got too close for my liking, I punched him in the nose, breaking it instantly.
"He said back off. Maybe you should've listened." I walked passed the men to the table and sat down without saying another word. Dean glared at them making his way to the table also. I took a sip of my beer and then set it down on the table. Dean sat across from me and looked directly at me.
"What?"
"Oh nothing. I just really like your hair," he lied. I looked at him skeptically.
"What's been up with you guys lately? I feel like I'm always getting googly eyes from one of you."
"Thats just because you've gotten a lot hotter," He winked causing me to giggle.
*Two Hours Later*
"Rosie? Is something wrong? You still haven't come back. Call me back when you get this." Sam left a message on my cell phone. Meanwhile I was taking shots with Dean.
"Hit me again!" The bartender filled my shot glass with more alcohol and I waited impatiently. Dean was staring at me like I was a model and snaked an arm around my waist.
"What do you say we go back to the motel and have our own party?"
"Won't we wake up Sam and Cas? Speaking of Sam maybe I should call him and tell him to come get us. I grabbed my phone off the counter and looked at my messages. I saw that Sam had left me five messages. I didn't feel like listening to them so I dialed his number.
"Rosie are you okay? Why haven't you guys come back yet?"
"We got a little carried away. I think you should come get us now."
"Where are tou?"
"Tumbleweeds. It's right down the road."
"I'll be there soon. Don't go anywhere."
"Okay. Bye." I hung up and set my phone back on the counter. Dean still had his arm around my waist and was taking more shots.
"Sam will be here in a little bit. Until then, no more shots." I took the glass out of his hand and drank it myself. I paid the bartender and helped Dean off the bar stool. I walked him to the Impala and opened the backseat for him. He climbed in and I waited outside of the door, leaving it open. He moved to the edge of the seat and pulled me down so I was on his lap.
"Dean what are you doing? I need to watch for Sam." I tried to get up, but his grip on me was too strong. He turned my head so it was facing him.
"Don't lie Rosie. You know you like it." He planted his lips on mine, running his hand up my back. I struggled for a moment, but melted into the kiss. I knew this wasn't a good idea, but I was too drunk to make good decisions. We moved into the car and closed the door behind us. He laid me on top of him in the backseat, the kissing getting more heated. My hands found their way to the hem of his shirt, feeling the muscle hiding underneath. Before we got any further there was a knock on the window.
"Did you just call me here to watch you have car sex?" I quickly rolled off Dean and opened the door. I fixed my skirt and walked around to the passenger seat.
"Can we just leave?" I handed Sam the keys and he got in the car. I got in after, and he started the car and drove off.
