"We're picking up something to go, right?" Faith asked Sam, leaning in closer to him as they walked towards the bar.
~*~*~*~
Chantelle shifted in the bathroom, and changed into the other set of clothes she'd brought for the occasion.
Dean & Sam
"You guys can, but that means I'm keeping these," Dean flicked his keys out of his pocket long enough for them to be noticeable before hiding them again.
"You're not gonna drive back drunk," Sam scorned.
"Hopefully I won't have to," Dean winked as he held the door open for them.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith walked through the door, one hand still holding Sam's.
"I vote we get a lot of food. Because I feel like you're going to need to keep your strength up."
~*~*~*~
Chantelle left the bathroom, and walked through the bar.
Sam & Dean
"I like the sound of that," Sam grinned.
"Message me whenever you're done," Dean rolled his eyes, making his way to the bar to order some drinks.
Sam kissed Faith's cheek before following to check out the menu.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith walked alongside Sam, leaning against him as they reached the bar.
Chantelle made her way over to the bar, giving Dean the once over.
Dean
Dean returned the gesture as he waited for his order.
"'Evening," he tited his chin up.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith glanced at Sam and rolled her eyes slightly.
Chantelle smiled at him.
"Evening," she returned.
Sam & Dean
"That didn't take long," Sam mused, "notice how they all tend to gravitate toward him instantly lately?"
"You look like you'd have a long day. Need a drink?" Dean offered.
Faith and Chantelle
"Manifesting," Faith joked. "Like in The Secret."
Chantelle fluttered her eyelashes subtley at Dean.
"I sure do," she drawled in a slight Southern accent.
Sam & Dean
"I love you," Sam grinned, kissing her.
"Make that two!" Dean called to the bartend.
He glanced at Faith and Sam down the other end of the bar before turning his back to them so he could face his target for the night.
"So what happened to take the energy out of your day?" he asked simply.
Faith and Chantelle
"Yeah, I'm pretty fond of you too," Faith teased.
She slid her arms around his neck.
"So, decided what you want to eat yet? And if you say me, I'll smack you."
Chantelle flashed another smile in Dean's direction.
"Well, it's Friday," she said, shrugging. "Isn't everyone tired by Friday?"
Sam & Dean
"But what if I want to be smacked?" Sam looked dejected.
"I guess that depends on your workload. Maybe you're in the wrong job," Dean suggested.
Faith and Chantelle
"Well, in that case," Faith raised her eyebrows suggestively. "I think that can be arranged."
"Maybe," Chantelle breathed, crossing one leg over the other. "Or I just need a better way to unwind."
Sam & Dean
"I hope so," Sam grinned, before turning to place their order.
"In that case, maybe I can help with that," Dean smiled charmingly.
Faith and Chantelle
"When did you develop these tendencies?" Faith teased, leaning into him a little more.
Chantelle looked at him coyly.
"Oh really?"
Sam & Dean
"Apparently I was corrupted some time ago," Sam replied mock seriously, "had my innocence taken away and all that."
"Really," Dean assured, "well honestly, I haven't done anything like this in a while, but I could try."
Faith and Chantelle
Faith made a look of mock concern.
"That's terrible."
Chantelle raised an eyebrow.
"Does that work on otehr girls?"
Sam & Dean
"Isn't it?" Sam agreed.
He grabbed their bag of food as the bartend handed it over.
"Shall we go and prove the theory?" he suggested.
"What?" Dean asked, confused.
Faith and Chantelle
"I think we should," Faith grinned. "For science."
Chantelle smiled slightly. "The whole 'I don't sleep with strangers' thing. I mean, it's cute, really."
Sam & Dean
"Of course," Sam grinned, kissing her again before taking her hand and leading her out.
"Oh no, I do sleep with stranger. A lot," Dean assured, "I just meant I'm out of practise. I'm hoping you can help with that."
Chantelle
"Oh really?" Chantelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Been celibate, have you?"
Dean
"For a while," Dean lied smoothly.
"I sorta took this pledge with a few old college friends, but I'm working on breaking it in the very near future. Very near."
Chantelle
"Well," Chantelle drawled.
"I don't want you to break a pledge with friends."
Dean
"Oh but I want to," Dean assured, sliding her drink across to her as they arrived.
"And I'm begging you for help here."
Chantelle
"Well, in that case," Chantelle grinned.
"It would just be mean of me to not help you out."
Dean
"I'm glad you see it that way," Dean nodded, before having a drink.
"You know, I've got a car... we could go anywhere you want."
Chantelle
Chantelle looked him up and down, as if considering it.
"I'll go wherever you want."
Dean
Dean grinned.
He paid for their drinks, got more to go, then put an arm around her and led her out to the impala.
Chantelle
Chantelle smiled faintly up at Dean.
"Where to?"
Dean
Dean gave her an awkward glance.
"Well... this car, my baby by the way - rebuilt her from a wreck - can take us anywhere. What do you like, motels? Views?"
Chantelle
"Mmm, somewhere with a view," Chantelle said, completely ignoring the comment about his stupid car.
Dean
"Know just the place," Dean smiled faintly, opening the door for her.
He rolled his eyes once she got in, and headed around to the driver's side.
Chantelle
"Great."
Chantelle settled herself on the seat.
Dean
As Dean got in, he hesitated when he saw the way she was sitting. Almost identical to the way the last girl had, and the one before that.
Shaking off the feeling, he started th car and pulled out.
They arrived at their destination around ten minutes later, a nice hilltop view of the town they were in.