Chantelle's eyes were glued towards the door as soon as she saw Dean and the other two people he was always with, come through the door. She noted the girl's hand in the taller guys hand, and she smiled faintly.
Maybe Dean was holding out for her, after all.
She sat in the corner with her friend Kyle, and they had two beers between them.
"Kyle!" she whispered, clicking to get his attention. "It's him!"
~*~*~*~
Faith draped her arm lazily around Sam's waist as they approached the bar.
Sam & Dean
Sam ordered he and Faith's drinks as Dean looked around for the girls he'd hooked up with a few nights earlier.
"You guys are good, right?" Sam hit Sam on the hip.
"Yeah sure," Sam nodded before Dean took off.
He'd spotted the two of them in a booth off to the left and made his approach.
"Hey ladies," he grinned, "how goes it?"
"What are you doing here?" one asked curtly.
"What?" Dean looked looked confused.
"Why aren't you with your girlfriend?" the other looked him up and down, disapprovingly.
"Uh... I don't have one," Dean assured, "Faith's with my brother."
He thumbed over his shoulder.
Faith and Chantelle
"So," Faith said, leaning over to kiss Sam on the cheek. "We've been ditched again."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle watched Dean, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Thos girls are such whores," she said to her friend.
Kyle nodded. "For sure."
Sam & Dean
"Why, miss Dean already?" Sam mused, passing Faith her drink.
~*~
Dean slid in beside the girls.
"What would make you think that?"
"Well this girl came over to us the other night, the night after we..."
"Had fun."
"Yeah, that. And she was all 'you girls been with my boy' and all. And we were like 'whut?' And she was all 'yah he's mine. Hands off."
Dean hesitated for a moment, confused again.
"I haven't even been with anyone else since I've been here, we've been working," his eyebrows rose.
"That ain't what she said."
Faith and Chantelle
Faith took a sip and nodded at Sam.
"Yes. Every moment I'm not with Dean, my heart breaks, just a little."
~*~*~*~
"And now he's sitting with them!" Chantelle fumed to Kyle.
"Well, go over then," Kyle said.
"No! I trust him..." she trailed off. "It's just... they should know better! They know we're together."
Sam & Dean
"Oh yeah?" Sam smirked, "we might have to do something to remedy that."
He took his drink over to a nearby table and held out a chair for her.
~*~
"Wll what did this girl look like?" Dean asked, looking between them.
"Umm... a bit shorter than me," one said, "brown hair, skinny. Kinda whiney to be honest. I think she's here somewhere."
Dean started looking around.
"I think that's her in the corner," the other one leant over a little.
Dean's eyes set on her for half a second, and he instantly looked away.
"Oh crap," he cursed.
"So she is your girl?" the first one mused.
"No but I think she's stalking me. Excuse me."
He nodded to them and found his way back to Faith and Sam, quickly sitting with them.
"She's here," he breathed, keeping his head down.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith sat down in the chair that Sam was holding for her, then glanced over as Dean.
"Do you need rescuing?" she asked.
~*~*~*~
Chantelle tapped Kyle's arm to get his attention.
"Do you think that girl is pretty?" she asked, indicating Faith. "Like, honestly?"
Kyle glanced over and nodded. "Yeah. Why?"
"Ky-le!" she whined. "She's travelling with him. She's not pretty. She's not his type anyway."
Dean
"Totally," Dean nodded desperately.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith slipped out of her chair and sat herself down on Dean's lap, casually laying an arm around the back of his shoulders.
"Where is she?"
~*~*~*~
"I can't believe her!" Chantelle ranted quietly to Kyle. "She's all over him!"
Kyle glanced over and shrugged. "They're friends."
"She's practically throwing herself at him!"
Dean & Sam
"Can I kiss her?" Dean asked Sam.
Sam chortled and shook his head.
"What about a lick? Can I bite her ear?"
"Just get it over with," Sam sighed, resting his head in his hand.
Dean grinned and lant up to nibble on Faith's ear.
Chantelle and Faith
"What is he doing?!" Chantelle fumed. "I thought I could trust him! No, he's drunk and she's using him! She's taking advantage."
~*~*~*~
Faith squirmed slightly.
"Stop!" she laughed. "Seriously, you have to stop."
Dean
"You're right, I have to. I need the bathroom. At least I'll be safe there," Dean moved so Faith could slide from his lap.
He ducked out back to the bathroom, glad to see there wasn't a line before he went in to relieve himself.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith slipped back into her chair, and rested one of her hands on Sam's knee.
Chantelle glared at her, then got up from her own seat.
"I'll be back in a sec," she said.
She walked over to the table and continued to glare at Faith.
"Can I help you?" Faith asked lazily, glancing up.
"Yeah, you can," Chantelle replied, then jerked her head towards the bar. "Can we talk?"
"I don't see why not." Faith stood and turned so only Sam could see her smile, before following Chantelle over to the bar.
"That guy you were sitting on," Chantelle said, before Faith could get a word in. "You're his friend, right?"
"Sure am," the Slayer drawled.
"Is there anything going on between you?"
Dean & Sam
Sam watched after the girls, then kept an eye out for Dean. When he saw him coming out, he gave him the cut throat signal, nd Dean stayed in the shadows.
Chantelle and Faith
"Just back off, ok?" Chantelle said.
"Or what?" Faith asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "You'll hit me?"
"Yeah, I will!" Chantelle exclaimed, raising her hand to slap Faith.
Faith caught it easily, and pushed it back down. "Down, kitten. You can't win this."
"He's... he's mine," Chantelle told her.
"We'll see," Faith replied, smiling sweetly. She turned and headed back to the table.
Dean & Sam
Dean waited in the shadows until Chantelle moved so he didn't have to walk past her.
Sam looked up as Faith returned.
"Girl business?" he smirked.
Faith and Chantelle
"Apparently it's on," Faith said, her eyes following Chantelle as she hurried back to the safety of the corner with her friend.
"I've been told to stay away from Dean."
Sam & Dean
"That's kinda what you were going for, wasn't it?" Sam raised an eyebrow as Dean rejoined them.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked Faith.
Faith and Chantelle
"Dude, your 'girlfriend' tried to hit me," Faith informed Dean.
"What a bitch!" Chantelle fumed. "She didn't even pretend she
wasn't interested in him. And now she's all like flirting with the
other guy. God!"
Dean & Sam
"Great," Dean sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe we should try and get this job done as soon as possible and
just get out of town," Sam suggested, "as great as it is staying with
Tru, we should probably put your mental health first."
Chantelle and Faith
Chantelle held her hand out to Kyle.
"Let me use your phone."
He sighed, but handed it over.
She tapped in a message to Dean.
"Who is she? Tell her to back off."
~*~*~*~
Faith nodded.
"As funny as I found it from a distance, I'm thinking she might
actually be the slash your throat kind of crazy."
Dean & Sam
"Well it's not like we haven't dealt with that before," Sam took a
swig.
"Touche," Dean frowned as he checked his cell phone.
He sighed, and making sure Chantelle couldn't see, showed the
message to Faith and Sam.
"Wow," Sam chuckled.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith tried to hold the laugh in, but couldn't.
"So this is me, backing off," she said, before grabbing Dean by
the collar and kissing him.
Chantelle just stared as the events unfolded.
Sam & Dean
"Ok, break it up," Sam insisted, finally serious.
Dean grinned as Faith let him go, wiping his mouth before toasting
Sam's beer and taking a swig.
"She's all yours," he insisted, before handing his beer back and
fixing his collar.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith looked at sam apologetically. "Sorry, Samwise."
She took a sip from her drink.
~*~*~*~
Chantelle huffed. "Should I say something to him?"
Sam & Dean
"Sure you are," Sam took his beer back pointedly.
"I think we should go," Dean nodded, rubbing his lap.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith pouted slightly. "Yeah, I think so too."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle started to stand when she noticed them leaving.
Sam & Dean
"Is there somewhere else we can go?" Sam asked, slipping a hand
around Faith's waist, "maybe somewhere we can do research?"
"It's our night off Sam," Dean rolled his eyes.
Faith and Chantelle
"Campus library?" Faith suggested, though she did not look
enthusiastic about that.
~*~*~*~
"I need to get him alone," Chantelle said, nodding to herself.
Sam
"I'm not that boring, I did mean another bar," Sam assured.
Faith and Chantelle
"Where our love won't be forbidden?" Faith teased, as they
left. "Sure thing, cutie."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle caught up to Dean, just as Faith and Sam had disappeared.
Dean
Dean jumped as he felt someone appear beside him, turning to see
Chantelle. Cursing internally, he smiled a little.
"Hey..."
Faith and Chantelle
"I think she'll talk to him," Faith said, stepping down the front
stoop of the bar. "If he doesn't get out quick enough."
~*~*~*~
"Oh hey," Chantelle said, as if she hadn't followed him for the
extreme purpose to talk to him.
"You're in town."
Sam & Dean
"I... think it might be a bit late for speculation," Sam turned to
look back, knowing Dean was no longer with them.
~*~
"Oh you just noticed?" Dean smied sarcastically.
His face hardened and he pulled out his cell phone, waving it.
"I figured the text was an indication that you knew."
Faith and Chantelle
Faith bit her lip to keep from smiling.
"Well, let's hope it doesn't end in a massacre."
~*~*~*~
"Well, yeah, I saw you tonight," Chantelle admitted.
"I just... well... I thought you might come say hi."
Sam & Dean
"You never know," Sam shrugged.
~*~
"I might have been getting to it," Dean looked a little
sheepish, "you just seemed a bit... pushy."
Faith and Chantelle
Faith wrapped her arm around Sam's waist and leaned into him while
they waited.
"Let's hope not."
~*~*~*~
"I thought you liked forward girls?" Chantelle challenged.
Dean
"Oh I do," Dean assured, "but forward as in... forward. Not
suffocating."
Chantelle
Chantelle dismissed the last remark.
"So, that girl you were with... she threatened me."
Dean
"Yeah she tends to do that," Dean nodded uncomfortably.
Chantelle
"So, you're not going to defend me at all?" Chantelle asked,
exasperated.
"She threatened to hit me!"
Dean
Dean's eyebrows rose.
"And I just told you she tends to do that. What do you want me to
do about it?"
Chantelle
"Tell her not to?" Chantelle suggested, slightly outraged.
"I mean, I thought you guys didn't even like each other."
Dean
"Ah... I never said that?" Dean looked confused.
"We're friends. We travel together. And as much as I could tell
her to stop she probably wouldn't anyway."
Chantelle
"So, if she makes a move, you're just gonna let her?" Chantelle
asked, getting upset.
Dean
"I wouldn't say no, why?" Dean asked, clueless.
Chantelle
"I thought... I thought we had a connection," Chantelle said, eyes
filling with tears.
"I thought it was special."
Dean
"You didn't think that was special?" Dean looked offended.
"Come on, it was some of my best work!"
Chantelle
"I thought you liked me," Chantelle said softly.
Dean
"Well, I did," Dean assured.
"You're hot."
Chantelle
"But... you don't still?" Chantelle questioned.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
Dean
"Well you are being a bit difficult right now," Dean trod lightly.
Chantelle
"How am I supposed to be?" Chantelle half snapped. "When you're flirting with
half the girls here."
Dean
"I flirted with you!" Dean saw that as fair.
"Not tonight," Chantelle told him.
"You were all over that brunette skank!"
Dean
"Hey," Dean said seriously, "don't call Faith a... skank. That's my job. And
you were being too difficult to flirt with anyway. I feel like I'm being
stalked."
Chantelle
"How?" Chantelle asked.
"I've barely seen you!"
Dean
"You were in there the whole time! You didn't even say hello to me until we
were leaving. And then it was more of a 'what the hell are you doing?' than a
'hello'," Dean defended.
Chantelle
"Because you were too busy with that... that... that slut!" Chantelle burst
out.
Dean
"Call her something like that one more time and I'll hit you myself," Dean
threatened, "sheis none of your business."
Chantelle
Chantelle's mouth dropped open in shock.
"You're picking her over me?"
Dean
"No I'm not picking her over- wait, yes! Yes I am," Dean went from panicky to
cool as he slid his hands in his pockets and nodded.
Chantelle
Chantelle stared at him for a minute, her brain working around the last
statement, and finally, she smiled.
"Ok, Dean," she said kindly. "It's ok."
Dean
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"It is?"
He hesitated, looking around.
"Good. Okay then. See you."
And he quickly turned to leave, catching up with Faith and Sam outside.
Chantelle and Faith
Chantelle watched after him, a smile spreading across her cheeks.
He was just too scared to admit the depth of his feelings.
~*~*~*~
Faith was getting a piggyback from Sam when Dean appeared.
"Finally! Come on, food and beer. Stat!"
Chantelle