"Get some boots on, we're going out," Dean ordered, straightening his leather jacket as he came out of the bathroom.
Priestly
"Why?" Priestly asked.
He did, however, grab some boots.
Dean
"Because believe me, you don't want to be here when your parents get back. And neither do I," Dean assured.
"Besides, you need some culture. You need to learn some things about lif on the road. And I know exactly the place to do that."
Priestly
Priestly threw his jacket on.
"Ok, but... what's going on? What's tonight anyway? Mom and Sam were kinda weird."
Dean
"It's their two year anniversary," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Which means lots of hardcore sex. Let's go."
He opened the door and headed out.
Priestly
"Ew."
Priestly followed along behind Dean.
Dean
"Exactly."
Dean locked the motel door and led Priestly out into the street.
"So... what exactly do you do for fun?" he asked, "or did do, before our current situation."
Priestly
"Um... nothing."
Priestly shrugged.
"I just... studied."
Dean
"Wow," Dean found it hard to wrap his head around.
"Does that mean... you've never even had a beer?"
Priestly
"Guess it does," Priestly shrugged.
"Didn't really... have time."
Dean
"Well now we have," Dean grinned.
'I am going to get you S---faced!' he thought.
He led Priestly into a bar a couple of blocks from the motel, flashing a fake ID they'd already made for him at the door.
Priestly
Priestly put his hands in his pockets, feeling awkward as he followed Dean in.
Dean
Dean led him to the bar and ordered them a couple of beers. The place was packed, and Skynyrd was playing loudly on the jukebox.
"Places like this are where we earn our livelihood," Dean informed him, talking loudly over everyone.
Priestly
"How?"
Priestly leaned on the bar, looking around in interest.
Dean
Dean thanked the bartend as he handed them their glasses. He gave one to Priestly before leaning in so he could hear.
"It's amazing how much money dicks put down when they think they can beat you at the game," he indicated some tables to their right.
There were a few pool tables on a lower level, and some circular card tables further over.
"You just gotta know how to play," Dean smirked, downing some beer.
Priestly
Priestly took a cautionary sip of his beer.
"So, you, Sam and Mom do this?"
Dean
"Sam and I mostly," Dean shrugged, "gotta earn a living somehow. Come on, I'll show you."
He beckoned him over to the pool tables and struck up conversation with a man who'd just won a big game. He went into his Drunk Dean act, insisting he could beat him with his eyes closed. The man commented that his eyes practically were closed, but if he wanted to put up money then sure.
Dean pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and put it on the table.
"Five hundred!" he announced.
Priestly
Priestly hung back, watching from his spot against the wall.
Dean
The con worked, and Dean was soon playing one of the best games of pool he ever had. The guy he was playing soon became suspicious, but by then it was too late to back out.
Dean sunk the eight ball within fifteen minutes and collected his prize money. He grinned like a cheshire cat as he walked over to Priestly and showed him.
"See? That easy," he put it in his pocket.
Priestly
"Cool," Priestly grinned.
He was already slightly tipsy and becoming steadily more impressed with his cool uncle Dean.
Dean
Dean turned to take him to the cards tables, when he spotted a young twenty-something girl making eyes in their direction.
"Looks like you've gotten someone's attention," Dean nudged his nephew, before indicating the blonde at the bar.
Priestly
"What?"
Priestly looked around at where Dean was gesturing, and blushed slightly.
"No, she's probably just... drunk."
Dean
"So?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"You probably will be too soon enough. If all goes well."
Priestly
"Yeah, but I can't just... go up to her. I don't even know her."
Priestly shook his head.
Dean
"Kid," Dean put a hand on his shoulder, sighing dramatically.
"You'll never get through life if you don't take a risk now and then. Ok? And this is something you're gonna have to do alot. Walk up to people you don't know. You know how to start a conversation, right? Or is the prospect of a night of hot sex just not appealing?"
Priestly
"Sex?"
Priestly shook his head.
"No, I couldn't just have sex with someone I don't know. Or love."
Dean
Dean gave him a curious look, then glanced over his shoulder and pulled Priestly into the empty corner.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked as soft as he could but so he could be heard.
Priestly
Priestly blushed faintly.
"So?" he defended.
Dean
"Oh my-"
Dean hung his head, then looked up at him again.
"You are so your father's son," he shook his head, "this has to be remedied."
Priestly
Priestly shook his head.
"No no, it's ok Unc... Dean."
Dean
"No no, it really does," Dean assured, putting his arm around Priestly's shoulders and leading him back over to the bar.
He dropped him a few feet from the girl and approached her.
"Evening," he greeted charmingly.
"I couldn't help but notice you were making eyes at my nephew. Thing is, he's a bit shy. Mind helping him out a bit?"
The girl grinned, then slid from her bar stool and sauntered over to Priestly. Dean gave him the thumbs up from behind her back.
"Hey handsome," she greeted, tracing a finger down his jawline.
Priestly
Priestly gave Dean panic eyes.
"Uh... hi."
Dean
Dean winked at him.
"How about you buy me a drink?" the girl fluttered her eyelashes, hands trailing down to his hips.
Priestly
Priestly took a step back.
"Oh no, it's fine, really."
Dean
The girl looked over her shoulder at Dean, who shrugged.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked Priestly, looking dramatically sad.
Priestly
"No, I do, you're beautiful, but I just..."
Priestly looked at Dean helplessly.
Dean
"It's ok," the girl insisted, stepping forward again.
"You don't have to be scared. I don't bite."
She smiled.
"Not unless you want me to."
Dean grinned.
Priestly
Priestly blushed again.
"Look, I'm sure you're a really lovely person, but I just um... I'm not really..."
Dean
Dean facepalmed.
"Ok then no biting," the girl promised, chewing her bottom lip as she sidled closer.
Priestly
"Whoa, whoa and whoa."
Priestly backed up, putting his hands up in front of him.
"Sorry, I'm just not interested."
Dean
"Thanks for trying," Dean stepped up and patted the girl's shoulder.
"But I want to kiss him!" she huffed indignantly.
"Look," Dean pointed to the other side of the room, "nice famous actor lookalike in the corner. Go kiss him. Don't even ask first."
Priestly
"Thanks, Dean," Priestly said gratefully, as the girl stormed off.
"She just would't take the hint."
Dean
"Apparently neither did you," Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Do you actually plan on joining the real world sometime soon?"
Priestly
"I don't have to hook up with some stranger to be part of the real world," Priestly told him.
"It's a personal choice, you might feel comfortable with it, but it's not me."
Dean
"You," Dean poked him in the chest, "are beyond your father's son. It breaks my heart."
He was already making eyes with a brunette at the bar.
Chantelle and Priestly
Chantelle winked at Dean from her position at the bar.
Priestly shrugged slightly.
"I'm not like Mom?"
Dean
Dean smirked.
"Your Mom is more like me than you know," his eyes were by now focused elsewhere semi-permanently.
He winked at the girl.
Priestly
"No way," Priestly insisted.
"She's so settled with Sam."
Dean
"You poor misguided soul," Dean chuckled, toasting the girl.
"I'm tempted to give you a graphic tour of what goes on behind closed doors, but I'll leave it to them to taint you themselves."
Priestly
Priestly shook his head.
"Well, at least," he pointed out. "Mom and Sam love each other. That's how it should be."
Dean
"I'm not that blinded," Dean grinned, finishing off his beer and putting it on a nearby table.
"I love the entire gender equally. Observe."
He sidled up to the girl at the bar and put an arm around her shoulders, talking softly to her before buying her a drink.
Priestly
Priestly sat down on a nearby barstool and fiddled with the fresh glass of beer he'd been given.
He watched Dean for a bit, then rested his chin on his hand, wondering if he had more in common with Sam than he thought.
Dean
Dean managed to simultaneously keep his eye on Priestly, racking his brain for what to do. He didn't want to turn the girl down, but he needed to take care of his nephew at the same time.
"Hey," he said to the girl, "want to head back to my motel? I need to drop my nephew off but we can head anywhere from there."
Chantelle and Priestly
"Oh that's so sweet," Chantelle said to Dean. "That you're taking care of him like that. Sure, let's go drop him off."
Priestly drank the last of his beer, feeling it going to his head.
Dean
"Great," Dean smiled charmingly.
He lifted her coat for her to put on, before making his way over to his nephew.
"We're gonna blow this joint. Wanna get something to go?"
Priestly and Chantelle
Priestly shook his head, avoiding Chantelle's eyes.
"I'm good, thanks."
Dean
"Awesome," Dean gave him a pat on the shoulder, "come on then."
He put an arm around Chantelle and led the two of them out to the impala.
Priestly and Chantelle
Priestly followed Dean, while Chantelle simpered up at Dean.
"Whereabouts is your motel?"
Dean
"Not far," Dean promised, before smiling as he saw his car.
He unlocked it and held open the door for her.
"M'lady."
Chantelle and Priestly
"Thanks," Chantelle said, sliding into the seat.
Priestly rolled his eyes slightly and got in the back.
Dean
Dean contemplated for a moment if all the girls he picked up lately were blind to how awesome his car was, before going around to the driver's side. He got in, started her, and backed out of the driveway.
"You live around here, or staying somewhere?" he asked her after a while.
Chantelle and Priestly
Chantelle shook her head.
"Staying in a hotel. Just passing through."
Priestly rolled his eyes, already not a fan of this woman.
Dean
"Really?" Dean nodded.
"There's a lot of people doing that lately."
Chantelle and Priestly
"Ah, I travel for work," Chantelle lied smoothly. "It's tiring and lonely sometimes, but you know, you have to make a living, right?"
Priestly bit back a snort.
Dean
"Same deal," Dean nodded agreement.
He pulled up at the motel and handed Priestly some money.
"Go and book yourself into the room next door to ours. And whatever you do, don't go in. No matter how quiet they are."
Priestly and Chantelle
"Thanks," Priestly said, climbing out.
He head in the direction of the office.
Chantelle grinned over at Dean.
"So... shall we?"
Dean
"We shall," Dean grinned, putting the car into gear and gunning it out of the carpark.