Angel in Flannel [d.w.]

//Chapter 14: Rude Ass Bitches//

Tessa Sloane Morgans

"How you feeling, Sammy?" Dean chirped as he entered the room, Tess following behind him.

"Yeah," She chided smugly, ready to ensure he didn't remember all he spoke of last night. "I guess mixing whiskey and jager wasn't such a gangbuster idea was it? Bet you can't remember a thing from last night, can ya?"

"No," Sam grumbled in regret of last nights choices. "I can still taste the tequila."

Dean pursed his lips, nodding in understanding before sending a wink Tess's way. "Tessie was just telling me about this awesome hangover remedy. A greasy pork sandwich served up on a dirty ashtray."

Sam gagged into the toilet, ready to empty his stomach again. "Oh, I hate you."

"I know you do," Dean agreed, turning to look at his hungover brother. "So it turns out when Granny Rose was a tyke, she had a creole nanny that used to work here. She wore a hoodoo necklace."

"You think she taught Rose hoodoo?"

"Yes, I do." Dean nodded, ignoring the smell that came from the bathroom.

"Alright," Sam rose to his feet, groaning in pain. "I think it's time we talk to Granny."

"Brush your teeth and take a shower, Sammy." Tess instructed firmly, gesturing to the bathroom.

"You two seem awfully chipper," Sam narrowed his eyes, looking between the pair suspiciously. "Did you guys have sex last night?"

Tess's eyes nearly bulged out of her head as Dean let out a laugh. The thought of them sleeping together intimately again was something both hunters desired since they reunited, but it might further complicate their situation. But apparently Dean would rather Sam think that they were sexually involved than find out about the events of the previous night.

"Yes we did," Dean lied with a proud smirk, winking at the huntress. "She's gotten kinkier since high school."

Tess's jaw dropped, stunned that Dean would agree with such a bizarre lie. "Winchester, if we did have sex, you telling your brother about it would result in your immediate castration."

Dean pouted, tossing a balled up sock  at her "You're no fun. Fine. We just talked things out, we're on the same page and working towards what we used to be."

"Hunting partners or a couple?" Sam challenged, causing the two to exchange gauging looks. Dean knew he wasn't going to wait much longer to make an actual move on her, and he only wanted it more since she opened up to him last night.