Chantelle stood in the cubicle in the toilet, her bag filled with a different set of clothes. She closed her eyes, concentrating hard on the picture in her head. After she felt her body change, she opened her eyes and looked down, smiling faintly at the size of her chest.
She quickly changed into the tighter (and more revealing) clothes she had brought along, and stepped out of the cubicle.
She looked at her reflection, nodding to herself.
She didn't understand the appeal, but if Dean liked it, then she would too.
~*~*~*~
Faith slid onto the seat, crossing one leg over the other as she looked around the bar casually.
"I don't know," she said to Dean. "I'm all for weird food experiments, but I think even that is beyond my limits."
Dean & Sam
"What?" Dean shrugged, "no difference between that and the rainbow belt tarts."
"Dude, there totally is," Sam insisted, "as if those aren't sickening enough."
Faith and Chantelle
"No way," Faith said to both of them. "Rainbow belt tarts are amazing. They are tangy and sweet. But that would be... vomit inducing."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle left the bathroom and eyed the bar. She spotted Dean and smiled to herself, deliberately taking a detour past their table on her way to the bar.
Dean & Sam
"It's totally not!" Dean insisted, "it's more like being on a super intense sugar high. Like crack, only... holy cow."
"What?" Sam frowned, following Dean's eyeline.
When he saw Dean's eyes following the girl that had just walked past, he rolled his own.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith snickered, and picked up the menu from the table.
"Hey, room to ourselves then," she said to Sam, winking.
~*~*~*~
Chantelle smirked faintly to herself, and sat down at the bar, sitting on a slight angle so that Dean could see her legs.
She leaned her arm casually on the bar.
Sam & Dean
"Dude, she is out of your league," Sam scorned.
"If she were, she wouldn't be in a bar like this," Dean pointed out, "I'll see you kids later."
Sam gave him the peace sign as he slid out from the table and made his way over, purposely leaning over the bar to order another round.
"And how about for the young lady here?" he turned on his charm.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith grinned up at Sam. "Odds of him scoring?"
~*~*~*~
Chantelle turned to see Dean
"Yes!"
She looked at him from under her eyelashes, purposely playing it cool.
"A hurricane," she drawled.
Dean & Sam
"Hurricane it is," Dean slapped some money on the counter before sitting on the stool next to hers.
"You don't look like you're from around here. Just passing through?" he began.
Sam smirked.
"I'd bet he does, but not necessarily with her."
Faith and Chantelle
Faith grinned, then leant over and kissed Sam.
"Odds on me scoring tonight?"
~*~*~*~
"Yeah," Chantelle replied, glancing at Dean for a moment and trying to control her internal squealing.
"Last night in town, was hoping to leave with a bang, but... sleepy little town like this? Don't like the chances."
Sam & Dean
Sam kissed her back, then grinned.
"I guess that depends on how soon we get back to the motel," he licked his lips.
~*~
"Well maybe I could help with that," Dean tilted his head a little, as if considering the prospect, before taking his drink as it arrived.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith grinned and then pulled him in for another kiss.
"Guess we should get our food to go then?"
~*~*~*~
Chantelle took her drink, swirling the straw around casually before leaning down and taking a sip.
She deliberately let her tongue slide over the straw for a second.
"How would you help with that?"
Sam & Dean
"Done and done," Sam grinned.
He skulled the rest of his beer, which wasn't much, then ook her hand and led her to the bar to fix their order.
~*~
"How would I help?" Dean began teasingly.
"I would help however you wanted me to. It just so happens there's a break in my schedule for tonight."
Faith and Chantelle
Faith grinned and let Sam pull her along.
"Odds are prety good then."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle flashed a smile his way.
"Oh, so you're willing to give up a free night to help a girl out?"
Dean
"Well perhaps you'd be doing me a favor at the same time?" Dean suggested.
Chantelle
"Oh really?" Chantelle flirted.
She leaned across the bar, a little closer to Dean.
"So what brings you to town?"
Dean
"I'm also passing through, on business," Dean put on his mysterious flair.
"But I can't really talk about it."
Chantelle
"And your girlfriend?" Chantelle asked, fishing for details casually.
"What does she think about your travelling?"
Dean
"I'm a lone wolf," Dean said, also casually.
"I've been on my own for a long time now. How about you? No man in tow, covering your assets?"
Chantelle
"Ah, there was," Chantelle said, nodding.
"He cheated on me. So... also a lone wolf."
Dean
"A free spirit more like," Dean smiled a little.
"So... what do you say we ditch this stand and take a drive?"
Chantelle
"That sounds great," Chantelle grinned.
She stood from her barstool.
Dean
Dean tipped the bartender and helped pull her coat over her shoulders as he walked her out. He waited for the usual gushing over his car as they appoached it and he opened the passenger door for her.
"Ma'am," he smiled.
Chantelle
"Thanks," Chantelle said, smiling at him.
She slid into the passenger seat.
Dean
Dean closed the door, a little confused at her lack of appreciation for the art that was his car, before heading around to the driver's side.
He took her out to a nearby scenic spot, making idle talk on the way.
"So," he began once they were there and he'd shut the car off, "I rebuilt this car with my own two hands once it was totalled by a semi. What do you think?"
Chantelle
"I think..." Chantelle pretended to think for a moment.
"I think that guys who work with their hands are always good at other things too."
Dean
Dea hesitated, decided to take the compliment, then leant in until his lips met her oversized by lucious ones.
Chantelle
Chantelle grinned against his lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Dean
Dean professionally maneuvered them into the back seat, before pulling his shirt off and starting on hers.
Chantelle
Chantelle laughed faintly, and let her lips travel down to Dean's neck.
Dean
Dean smiled to himself, before going to work.
"Hope your last night in town is worth the trip," he groaned into her ear, before nipping at it gently.
Chantelle
"Is so far," Chantelle murmured back.
~*~*~*~
Chantelle breathed deeply through her nose, happier now that she and Dean had refound their connection.
"Could I trouble you for a lift back to my hotel?"
Dean
"Sure you can," Dean nodded, pulling his shirt back over his head.
"Which one?"
Chantelle
"The one on the edge of town," Chantelle replied. "Can't remember the name at the moment."
She grinned teasingly.
"All brainpower is gone now."
Dean
Dean chuckled, then opened the back door to walk around to the driver's door and get in again.
"I think I know the one. Harper's? Green banners out front?"
Chantelle
"Yeah," Chantelle grinned.
"That's the one."
Dean
"No problem," Dean nodded, starting the car.
"Maybe we could delve into round two when we get there."
He grinned at her, then reversed.
Chantelle
"Maybe we could," Chantelle grinned.
"More room. Room serviced chocolate?"
Dean
"Hotel chocolate isn't that great," Dean shrugged.
"But they mighthave something else worth our while..."
Chantelle
"Anything," Chantelle grinned.
"I have to make it up to you for making me last night so exciting."
Dean
"Oh don't worry, you've done your share," Dean gave her a wink.
"And besides, the night is young."
Chantelle
Chantelle blushed faintly, and flashed him another smile.
"Indeed it is."