Chantelle glanced towards the door as Faith entered, Dean and Sam right behind her.
She ran her hands over the silky material of her dress, smoothing it out, before trying not to look at Dean. Her appearance had changed yet again.
Dean & Sam
"Take a seat, I'll order," Dean offered, heading up to the bar and leaning over right near Chantelle.
Sam took Faith to table six, Dean watching where they went.
"Three beers for table six, please," Dean shouted over the music.
Faith and Chantelle
"So," Faith said, sliding into the seat beside Sam's. "Think we can manage some alone time tonight?"
Chantelle glanced at Dean, pretending not to pay much attention to him, even though she was taking in every detail.
She turned slightly, and bent a little lower to reveal her cleavage.
Sam & Dean
"I very much hope so. We haven't really had a chance to since Priestly left," Sam looked hopeful.
Dean glanced down and jumped a little, getting an eyefull of boob.
Faith and Chantelle
Faith leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek.
"We will. Even if I have to physically kick Dean out of the room. Either that, or we get our own room."
Chantelle glanced up, and noticed Dean checking out her assets.
"Like what you see?" she drawled.
Dean
Dean finally met her eyes.
"I might," he admitted, "but... sorry. Was kinda planning a quiet night in."
Chantelle
"Oh," Chantelle pouted slightly.
"Shame. I'm only in town for the night."
Dean
"Yeah, same. Just passing through," Dean wondered why he was even getting into this.
Was he a glutton for punishment?
Chantelle
"Oh," Chantelle said, looking at him through lowered eyelashes.
"Well, you know... life on the road, gets lonely."
Dean
"Indeed it does," Dean smiled back.
After a moment he caught himself and shook it off, just in time for the bartend to hand him the beers.
"Thanks," he nodded.
"See you around," he winked at the girl before heading back to the table.
He sighed dramatically as he sat down.
Chantelle and Faith
Chantelle just stared after him, before returning her attention back to her drink.
"What's up, Tiger?" Faith asked Dean.
Dean & Sam
"Nothing," Dean put their beers down and gulped at his.
"I can take a guess," Sam said as he took his, "paranoia getting you down?"
Dean glared at him.
Faith
Faith took a swig of her beer.
"Will you cheer up if I buy you some porn?"
Dean & Sam
"Maybe if you were my porn," Dean grunted.
Sam gave him a scornful look but otherwise ignored the statement.
Faith
Faith smirked slightly.
"Cheer up, Kansas."
Dean & Sam
"A few more these and I will," Dean held up a shot before downing it.
"Want us to pick a girl out for you?" Sam offered with a smirk.
"I'd rather go without."
Faith
"Even if she was as bendy as a pretzel?" Faith grinned.
Dean & Sam
Dean considered that for a long moment.
"I... ah. No. Not even. But then..."
"Has she ever been that bendy?" Sam mused.
"...Not that I can remember. But I don't remember a lot."
Faith
"Maybe sleep with her again and trash talk her, as if you don't know she is Chantelle."
Faith paused.
"That sentence didn't make a whole lot of sense."
Dean
"Yeah, it did," Dean's eyebrows rose.
"And no."
Faith
Faith pouted.
"Well... can you just take a walk for 15 minutes?"
She took a sidelong glance at Sam.
"15 enough?" she teased.
Dean & Sam
"No."
"Yeah right," Sam scoffed.
"It's a no anyway," Dean looked over at the bar again, "for all I know she knows that I know and she's planning something."
"Like what?" Sam rolled his eyes.
Faith
"Drug him and manage to get him down the aisle for marriage?" Faith suggested.
She grinned slightly.
Dean & Sam
Dean's face lost colour as Sam laughed.
Sam quietened when he saw.
"Seriously? You think she'd do that?"
Dean gave him a nervous look before chugging his beer.
Faith
Faith shrugged.
"Maybe? I don't know how the inner workings of her crazy mind works."
Dean & Sam
"And I don't want to find out," Dean insisted.
His eyes wandered to a scantily clad blonde eyeing him off from the bar, but he quickly shook himself off and focused on his beer bottle.
"This is... a bit sad," Sam indicated him to Faith.
Faith
Faith snickered.
"Dean, bite the bullet. Just go for someone you wouldn't normally go for."
She indicated someone in the corner discreetly.
Dean
Dean's eyes followed.
"What? No!" he scorned, "if I'm gonna get laid, it's going to be with something worth looking at."
Faith
Faith raised an eyebrow.
"So, if I didn't look like this... not to sound up myself... but if I didn't, you wouldn't've given me the time of day?"
Dean
"Nope," Dean answered honestly.
"Sam might have, but not me. Not at first, anyway."
Faith
"Hmm, interesting point."
Faith turned to Sam, grinning slightly.
"Well, Sam?"
Sam & Dean
"I would have, I'm sure of it," Sam insisted, tipping his beer before drinking.
"Only because he's always wanted more than just one night stands," Dean insisted.
Faith
Faith grinned slightly.
"Awww," she teased. "Oh that's right. He wanted a definition of what we were doing right after it happened."
Dean & Sam
"There you go," Dean pointed at her.
"I'm not that predictable," Sam scoffed.
Faith
"It was cute," Faith assured him.
"So cute that I didn't even make you bundle your clothes and throw you out, like I do to most guys who ask that question."
Sam
"Gee, thanks," Sam said dryly.
Faith
"Hey, isn't that a good thing I think you're cute?"
Faith smiled charmingly.
Sam & Dean
Sam pulled a face at her.
"'Cute' is for twelve year olds," Dean smirked.
Faith
Faith chuckled.
"Ok... hot then? Sexy?"
Sam & Dean
"Better," Sam nodded.
"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes, "who else thinks we should take this party elsewhere?"
"Why, feeling lonely?" Sam teased.
Faith
"Food, booze, and pay per view?" Faith suggested.
Dean
"I'm in," Dean pulled out his wallet.
Faith
"Thought you might be," Faith grinned.
Dean
Dean tipped the waitress and stood.
"Let's blow this popsicle stand," he announced.
Faith
Faith snickered and reached for Sam's hand.
"Ready, Jumbo?"
Sam & Dean
Sam sighed dramatically.
"Are we gonna get something to eat?"
"Hell yes," Dean assured.
Faith
"If you're a good boy, I'll let you sit with me," Faith teased.
Sam & Dean
Sam scoffed.
"But being good's no fun," Dean smirked, pulling his jacket over his shoulders and leading the way out.