Trading Heartbeats

Chapter 6:

Dean laughed as he elbowed Sams arm pointing as Cas. He looked stiff as Alexis grabbed his arms in attempt to teach him how to dance. Sam chuckled shaking his head. Dean smiled looking around the crowded bar. He wasn't sure of the last time that they had really had any fun. He got up finishing off his beer setting the empty bottle on the table.

"Everyone good?" He asked. Sam raised his bottle and Max shook his head, not breaking concentration from his phone. There was something about the guy that didn't sit right with him. He had been a complete condescending asshole during the pool game, constantly trying to one-up him. Dean looked down at Olivia.

"Oh, I'm good. Thanks!" She replied sweetly. He stuffed a hand in his pocket before making his way up to the bar and taking a seat at an empty stool. He pulled out his phone as he waited for the bartender to notice him. He ordered two drinks for himself and Cas from the bartender as Alexis flopped down in the empty seat next to him.

"Hi, Dean." She started.

"Hi, Alexis." He nodded back glancing down at Cas' blue tie that now hung loosely around her neck.  

"So, uh, Cas and Sam are cool." She said looking around at the bottles of alcohol behind the bar as she picked at a napkin. He studied their reflection for a moment.

"They are." He agreed. She paused for a beat before continuing.

"Okay. I'm gonna shoot you straight, Dean. Liv's my best friend. So, when you guys leave town, just try and make it as easy on her as you can, okay?" She sighed.

"Right out of the gate, huh?" Dean nodded slowly with a low chuckle as he paused before becoming more somber. "That was my plan."

"She's different, Dean. She's naive and she's good. She's so good." She said with admiration in her eyes. He nodded in understanding.

They sat in silence for a while before the bartender set two beers in front of Dean. He tapped the bar with his knuckles before standing up and motioning for her to follow him back to the table. He laughed seeing Cas' hair tousled and his top few shirt buttons undone, tie absent. He looked at Alexis.

"Be gentle with him, okay." He smiled. She shook her head.

"Can't make any promises." She replied with a wink before sitting back down at the table.

The evening seemed to go by quicker the later and more packed the bar got. The group got back to chatting and snacking on French Fries. Max was continuing to get on his nerves as he droned on about his recent hiking trip.

"So anyway, tell me, Dean, what year is that sweet car yours?" He asked

"Sixty-Seven." He responded proudly with a smile.

"Did you rebuild it?" Max pushed. Dean nodded in response.

"A few times, actually." He said.

"An FBI agent and master mechanic. Jack of all trades, huh?" He smirked

"Yeah. What's your point, pal?" His eyes narrowing as he grew more agitated.

"I mean, dudes that into their work and car are generally overcompensating for something." He said smugly. "Whatcha overcompensating for, Dean-O?"

"Okay." Dean grinned to himself shaking his head as he bit his lip and stood up. He reached into his pocket pulling out his wallet. He pulled out some money and threw it on the table before giving Oliva an apologetic look. He turned and walked calmly towards the door before walking out into the cool night air. 

He sighed rubbing his face as he heard a door open behind him he jerked around seeing Olivia, blue eyes wild with a mix of concern and confusion.

"Dean..." She pleaded.

Before he could register what he was doing he bolted for her grabbing her face in his hands slamming his mouth into hers with desperation. She returned the kiss quickly deepening it as he turned them around pinning her against the brick wall of the building. He pressed his body into hers moving a hand down to her hips as her hand went into his hair. She tugged hard as he parted her lips with his tongue causing his jeans to tighten against his groin almost immediately. She bit down on his lip before he pulled away, his eyes met hers.

"Do you want...." Before he could finish she nodded quickly.

"Go give Alexis your keys." He commanded in a low growl. She blinked quickly moving swiftly inside. He took a deep breath looking up at the night sky. He pulled out his keys and phone sending Sam a quick text to let him know he wouldn't be back at the motel. He put his hands on his head cursing himself, but unable to stop.