Faith ignored the whistles that were coming from the group of guys in the yard of the house they'd just pulled up at. She slipped her feet into the flip flops as she got out of the car, then reached up to adjust the tie of her bikini.
"Are you going to wrestle me in jelly, Sam?" she teased.
Sam & Dean
"I think you'll be lucky if I send much time here at all, we're just scoping," Sam insisted.
"Party pooper," Dean scoffed, getting out the car and making his wa around.
"I'd never let a jelly girl down."
"Of course you wouldn't," Sam rolled his eyes.
Chantelle and Faith
Chantelle had walked out the front to get some fresh air, when she spotted the trio. She froze slightly, watching them from her place in the shadows.
Faith glanced up, and seeing the girl hiding and watching, she threw her arms around Dean's neck playfully.
"You and me then, stud. Jelly. It's a date. Don't let me down."
Dean & Sam
"Oh I won't," Dean grinned, confused about the sudden burst of affection but playing it up anyway.
"Sammy!"
"Yeah?" Sam was scratching his head awkwardly.
"If we're going jelly-fighting, you're manning the phones," Dean handed him his.
Faith and Chantelle
"Oh, good thinking, handsome," Faith said, pulling her own phone out to hand to Sam.
"But more importantly, Dean... you're so going down."
Chantelle felt her eyes fill with tears, and she went back into the house, intending on drinking as much as she could to forget what she had seen.
Dean & Sam
"Oh I intend to," Dean grinned as Sam put each of the phones in a different pocket.
"Great. Can I have my girlfriend back now before she gets too dirty to hug?"
Faith and Chantelle
"Aww," Faith teased, letting go of Dean and attaching herself to Sam's side.
"Sorry, but I saw McCrazy on the porch."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle was downing shot after shot, and working up the courage to confront the pair of them.
Dean & Sam
Dean stopped in his tracks.
"Maybe we shouldn't," he looked between them.
"You're going to have to face this sooner or later," Sam pointed out, still walking.
"I prefer later!"
Faith and Chantelle
"Trust me," Faith said, walking alongside Sam. "After what she just witnessed, she's probably crying in the bathroom."
Chantelle was, as Faith had predicted, crying in a bathroom.
Dean
"You're playing my girlfriend for the night, right?" Dean pointed at her as he followed them in.
"Something tells me I'm drinking tonight," Sam said as he looked around the house.
Faith and Chantelle
"Guess so," Faith said, leaning up and kissing Sam on the cheek before sidling up to Dean.
"Chantelle!" a girl said, breathlessly running into the bathroom. "He's here with that other girl again!"
Sam & Dean
"Or maybe I'll just do all the work," Sam said pointedly before disappearing into the crowd.
Dean kept an eye out for him, and gave up seconds later.
"I feel kinda bad," he pulled a face.
Faith and Chantelle
"Hey, we gotta earn the trust of these kids, right?" Faith said, trying to make him feel better and herself less guilty.
"And we can do that by being awesome party goers. Then we can get their stories. And, we get to play in jelly. It's win-win."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle sniffed. "I feel so betrayed!"
Dean
"True that," Dean nodded, "but no kissing, no sex. Damn."
Faith and Chantelle
"Think of it as back at Boston High," Faith said, grinning.
"You guys made it!" Dodger greeted the pair, smiling, though she was a little reserved. "Jelly shot?"
"This a jelly themed party?" Faith asked, but she took a little cup.
~*~*~*~
"You should confront them," her friend told her.
"I should," Chantelle agreed, taking another swig of beer. "I shouldn't have to deal with this."
Dean
"Oh hell yes," Dean took a shot and downed it.
"Mmm! Great party. Everyone here?"
Faith
"Just about," Dodger replied. "Tom's and Owen just got here, they're over there. And everyone else is just around somewhere."
Faith glanced over at where the redhead had indicated.
"But enjoy yourselves! And I expect to see some jelly wrestling!" she called, as she wandered off.
"That Tom kid is kinda cute," Faith murmured. "Reminds me of Sam."
Dean
"Yeah," Dean mused, "tall and skinny with shaggy hair. Sam all over."
He downed the second shot he'd snuck from Dodger's plate and began walking through the people.
Faith and Chantelle
"Bags talking to him then," Faith grinned, following him.
She spotted Chantelle coming out of the bathroom
"Psycho, eight o'clock," she murmured to Dean.
Dean
The murmured triggered Dean's arm to snap and pull Faith's body into his as they walked.
"Ignore her," he insisted, "we don't need to start anything."
Faith and Chantelle
"On my best behaviour," Faith told him. "At least, until I kick your ass at jelly wrestling."
Chantelle frowned, watching them walk past her. She grabbed a shot and downed it, before she caught sight of the other guy that was always with them.
Hmmm.
Dean & Sam
"Oh I'll give you a good run for your money," Dean insisted.
He looked to the left and caught sight of Sam making his way up to Tom and Owen.
"Hey guys," he shook hands with them.
"Hey...Sammy?" Tom smirked, almost forgetting his name.
"It's Sam," he insisted, "you guys having fun?"
"Always," Owen nodded, accent thick.
Faith
"Hope you don't have your heart set on winning," Faith said, grinning.
She glanced over and caught sight of Sam.
"Boo, I wanted to talk to the cute one."
~*~*~*~
"Same old," Tom said, waving his hand dismissively. "Randall throws these things and they're the same everytime."
Owen glanced at him and shrugged. "Still, always nice to see girls wrestling in jelly."
Tom smirked. "Yeah. Hey, that girl you were with, she going to jelly wrestle? I might think about it, if she does."
Sam & Dean
"She is, but she's already got a partner," Sam said pointedly, glancing toward Faith and his brother.
"I think they have a bet going on who's gonna win."
~*~
"You think he's cute because he looks like Sam?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
Faith
"Yeah, and I think he's a Texan. Slight drawl. I enjoyed it," Faith said, nodding.
~*~*~*~
"No way is she going to win against him," Owen said, glancing over at Faith and Dean. "She's tiny."
"Nah," Tom argued, shaking his head. "She'd fight dirty. There's no way she'd challenge him unless she had something up her sleeve."
Owen shrugged slightly. "I still think she's got no chance."
"Right," Tom drawled. "Care to make a small wager?"
Sam
"I'd bet on her," Sam offered, "but I guess that's cheating, seeing as I know both their capabilities."
Tom and Owen
"That's good enough for me," Tom said, nodding. "Though, I really just want to see her strip down."
Owen rolled his eyes.
Sam
"You'll see it," Sam crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk.
"But I'll still be the one going home with her."
Tom and Owen
"Oh?" Tom said, glancing over at them again.
"I thought she was with him?" Owen chimed in.
Sam
Sam took a deep breath, making sure Chantelle wasn't within ear shot.
"My brother's having some girl troubles, so she's playing the part for him," he admitted, quietly.
"It's kinda fun to be a part of a con, really."
Tom and Owen
Tom and Owen exchanged a look, before Tom took charge.
"We'll have to run it past Dodger, but... we might have the thing for you," Tom told him.
"See how good you are at the con," Owen nodded.
Sam
Sam's lip curled in a smile.
"I don't know, the three of us are pretty good at conning people," he warned.
Faith and Chantelle
"We'll see," Tom grinned. "We'll text you the details. But you should definitely come along."
Owen nodded his agreement, then looked over as Randall announced jelly wrestling.
Faith grinned at Dean and wiggled her eyebrows jokingly.
Chantelle watched the pair carefully.
Dean & Sam
Dean stared at Faith with a sly smile, pulled his jacket from his shoulders without losing eye contact, then grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her into the pit.
Sam broke out laughing and started clapping.
Faith
Faith ripped her singlet off over her head, and pouted at Dean. She beckoned with her finger, then when she was within reach, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, dodging out of the way.
"Oh!" Owen cringed.
Dean & Sam
Dean emerged, rubbing jelly from his eyes with a laugh.
When he could gain enough height, he reached up and pulled her down on top of him by her hair.
"Oh that woulda hurt," Sam cringed.
Faith
Faith flipped herself so she was straddling Dean's chest, then got to her feet, standing on him, before putting one leg down beside him, and using her other foot to turn him facedown into the pool of jelly.
She backed away so he couldn't grab her legs again.
Tom grinned. "Awesome!"
Sam & Dean
Dean looked up with a face covered in jelly.
"Ok, I need some of this recorded," Sam chuckled, pulling out his phone and stepping forward to get video and photos.
After spitting some jelly out, Dean got to his feet again and lunged for Faith.
Faith
Faith ducked easily under Dean's arms, skidding across the pool, perfectly balanced. She scooped up a handful of jelly, and faster than she should've been if she were a normal girl, she advanced on Dean and slipped her hand down the back of his pants, filling them with jelly.
She then wrapped her arms around his waist and tossed him down again.
Owen laughed in disbelief.
"She is sneaky!"
Sam & Dean
"Oh you have no idea," Sam assured with a grin, still recording the action.
Dean reached back and grabbed her hair again with his left hand, and pulling her pants down with his right (unintentionally, of course...).
Faith
Faith kicked the shorts off and left them in the pool of jelly, having no problems wrestling someone in only a bikini.
Tom grinned at this, and pulled out his own phone to get photos.
"You're a perve," Owen informed him, though he had not taken his eyes off the action.
"I'm a guy," Tom replied.
Meanwhile, Faith had twisted in Dean's grasp and ducked under his arm, but her elbow connected with Dean's nose in the process.
"She elbowed him in the face!" Owen laughed.
Dean & Sam
"Oh! Ow!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing his nose with one hand while putting his other up to stop Faith.
"He's hurt," Sam frowned, stopping the video and ducking through the crowd to get closer to the pit.
He finally got to the sidelinesand grabbed Dean's hand, pulling him out. Dean pulled his ther hand from his nose, cringing at the blood.
Faith
Faith stepped out of the pool, only to be immediately accosted by Randall, who was more than impressed at her jelly wrestling skills.
"Yeah, I know, but I just want to make sure he's ok," she said, pushing the younger man away.
"He's fine," Randall grinned.
Faith rolled her eyes and pushed past him.
Sam & Dean
"Here," Sam handed his brother a towel, picking bits of jelly from his hair and face.
Dean slapped it to his nose with a cringe.
"He'll be fine," Sam said to Faith as she appeared.
Faith
"Didn't mean to hit you," Faith said, picking up another towel and wiping herself off. "If it makes you feel better, I'll let you watch me in the shower?"
She shrugged slightly.
Dean & Sam
"I think I'd rather have ice," Dean squeaked.
"There's bound to be some around, it's a college party," Sam assured, looking around for coolers.
Faith
"I'll get some," Faith told Sam.
She wrapped her towel around her body and went back into the crowd to find some ice.
Dean & Sam
"I'm gonna head back to Tru's. Phone?" Dean told Sam.
Sam handed him his phone, looking worried.
"Want me to come with?"
"We came here to do a job," Dean said under his breath, "so do it. I'll see you when you get back."
"Okay," Sam nodded, seeing Faith returning.
Faith
Faith handed Dean a smaller towel full of ice.
"Sorry," she said, glancing at him. "Didn't mean to hit you."
Dean & Sam
"I know," Dean insisted, swapping towels over, "if you'd meant to I would have got an erection."
"Okay that's enough," Sam insisted, starting to push him out the door, "Dean's leaving."
Faith
Faith snickered slightly.
"See ya later, handsome," she called to him.