The Father of My Twins (Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 13

Vanessa's POV

I bit my lip and waited for Dean to answer. He didn't. "Oh," He said simply, confusing me even further. "Oh? That's all you're gonna say?" I asked him loudly. He half shrugged. "What do you want me to say?" He replied.

"I don't know." I grumbled, burying my head in the crook of his neck. He chuckled. "That explains why they're so cute," he mused. I laughed half-heartdly and he put a hand on the back of my neck. I raised my face to look at him.

I was so tempted to kiss him again and was about to when Sam came in. "Guys, I got our stuff," He said, bringing in a few suitcases. He dropped them on the floor and looked at Dean and me for a few seconds. Then he laughed.

"Maybe you should get a room?"

[Big] Dean's POV

"Hey ladies." I joined two attractivley dressed women by the bar. They smiled at me. "Can I help you?" The brunette said flirtily, batting her mascara coated lashes. The other one, who had aburn hair, seemed to stick out her chest.

"I was just wondering if you have seen anything strange around here?" They smiled at me and exchanged glances. "No, but you sure aren't from around here. Maybe you could show us something.. wild." The aburn haired one said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?" They nodded, grinning like maniacs.

Vanessa's POV

"Those sluts!" I exclaimed, causing Sam to laugh. "What happened to working a job?" I said angrily, and he laughed even harder. "It's a bar, and this is Dean. It always happens." He said at last.

I scowled. "Not on my watch," I fixed my shirt; a low cut pink one that Dean had bought. Making my way over, I shoved through several already wasted people.

I wrapped and arm around Dean's neck from behind and the two girls looked at me with disgusted looks. Dean glanced at me in suprise. "Hey baby. Who's this?" I smiled at the fake bitches, and they hiked up their skirts.

"Just finding out some stuff, don't worry about it." He turned to me and put a strong arm around my waist. He whispered in my ear, "Two can play at this game." I shot him a dirty look that said We're-Working-A-Job-Think-With-Your-Head-Not-Your-Dick, but I guess he didn't get it.

The girls gaped and tried to draw Dean's attention back, but now he apparantly only had eyes for me. He leaned down and gave me a long kiss, which resulted in the girls flipping me off behind his back.

"I'm going to get you a drink." He shouted over the music, already a few steps away. "Okay, take your time." I yelled back. He nodded and walked off, leaving me alone with the 2 whores.

They looked at each other than back to me. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked them. "Rawr, someone's PMSing." They laughed and rolled their eyes. "God, you're so gonna regret this," I said through gritted teeth.

They looked at me like I was an old, worn out hobo on the side of the road. "Oh really?" The brunette with a dress on said cockily. "Yeah. I forgot to turn my bitch off this morning." I crossed my arms and they opened their mouths in shock.

Just then, Dean returned with my drink. "Here you go," He handed it to me and smiled at the girls. "I trust everything went okay?" He asked them, and they nodded vigirously. "Okay, nice meeting you." He took my hand and started to walk off, but the aburn haired one grabbed his arm.

She whispered to him, but I could hear her perfectly. "Don't you want our number? You have to get sick of that whore sometime." I gasped and Dean had a shocked look on his face.

"Oh HELL NO!" They're stupid ass grins returned to their faces and they waved flirtily at Dean. I started walking towards them but Dean held me back. "They're not worth it," He whispered to me. "Then let me bend the truth just a little."

He let go of my hand hesitantly and I made my way over to them. I planned only to fib a little and break thier hearts. I took a ring-in case of emergencies- out of my shorts pocket and slipped it on my ring finger on my left hand.

"Girls, I'm sure Dean would love to hang out sometime, but unfortuanantly, he doesn't go out with sluts." They scowled at me. "Then how did he end up with you?" One asked me.

"We've been married for 3 years, bitch." I replied, showing off my ring. "We have two little kids right now waiting at home for us," Their jaws dropped and I turned arouind and made my way back to Dean. He raised his eyebrows and I grabbed the drink out of his hand.

Without looking, I downed it and demanded more. "That was my drink," He laughed and my eyes widened in realization. There was no way I could handle his drinks.

2 hours and several shots later, I was as wasted as a sailor. I hung on Dean for support, and had no idea what was going on. It wasn't until the next day that I found out Dean had gotten quite drunk too. Turns out, we had a very kinky night.