Not What You Expected When You Invited Him Home

[Roxanne Ryan]

There was a light breeze that indicated that spring was most deffinately on it's way, felt good against the brunette's cool skin as she made her way to one of those random clubs in yet another random town. This town happened to be Chicago, rape and mug central. Not exactly her kind of town. Normally she would have parked her car, a gorgeous '67 Shelby Mustang near the door, but it was a beautiful night, and she had last minute decided to just walk a couple of blocks.

Her walk was brisk and had attitude to it that hinted that she wasn't the type of woman to be reckoned with, and she wasn't afraid to put people in their place and say things the way they were. The confident smirk that was planted on her lips as men, left and right of her checked her out. The brunette knew exactly what was on their mind.... Sex. But she wasn't into that type of thing. If she was, you would find her on a street corner. And in the streets of where she was now, Chicago, buisness would be pretty damn good. She was more of the "casual flirt" type than the "casual sex" type.

The club door opened, and the brunette strutted into the bar, automatically turning heads. The woman could feel her heart beating in her chest as the loud music flowed through her body. She smiled and un-zipped her signature jean jacket as she walked towards the counter, avoiding getting runned over as couples made their way to the corners of room; the make-out section of the club. The woman stopped in her tracks as she felt a hand sting her back-side. Slowly turning, she realized that a drunk man in his mid fifties was the one that had dared laid his hand on her.

"Don't you know it's rude to touch others without their permission?" The brunette asked as she took a step towards the man. She smirked and bent down, tracing her finger along his jawline. A teaser was what she was; there to just give him what he couldn't have. "Oh, and if you want to get laid, there's bingo night across the street. Maybe you'll have better luck there." she said, as she reached for his beer, and spilled it in his lap. Ok....so maybe her jeans showed off the curves below her mid-section, and her white tank top had a low neckline, showing a little more cleavage than necessary, but that was still no excuse.

Once her work was done, the brunette walked over to the counter and took a seat on the stool. She tapped her fingers on the wooden counter as she waited to get some assistance. A warm smile formed across her lips as she saw that the bartender was a female. Male bartenders were just to needy for the woman's taste. "Yeah... I'll have a beer." she said with a smile. "To start with..." the young brunette added, her smile turning into a smirk. The woman turned in her stool, and looked around the club. Couples were dancing, though it was hard for her to decide whether they were trying to have sex or not. The brunette chuckled to herself as she saw a man approach a woman and start dancing up on her. Apparently the blonde wasn't too fond of that, and nailed the guy right in the balls. "That's gotta hurt." she said, turning back in her seat.

Now she had to get to work. The brunette had to go around and use her FC to find out the information that she needed to get a little deeper into the case than where she was. Which was nowhere.
Flirtting and cleavage was what usally got her around to finding out what she needed to. But at the moment the brunette just wanted to enjoy her beer.

[Dean Winchester]

Thick glass of the pint rested on the grove of his parted lips when the bar liquid poured into his mouth. Eyes had scanned the crowd and already knew this was no average bar. For one, he was there on a job. A possible demon case. With a man about his age sitting next to him at the same table, both sets of orbs stared at the brunette pouring a drink into a man's lap. Raising his brow, Dean pulled the glass from him and smirked to the male beside him again.

"You can’t get hers." Dean said as he looked to the male. James Wittman was the man and it seemed like getting drunk was the only thing on his mind and with good reason. After all, this was a witness to the aftermath of one of the demons killings. Waking up after another drunken night with his roommate dead and no leads, he did find comfort in alcohol now. And it was the fact that he was involved that Dean was befriending James in the first place. But as well as that, it actually gave Dean a moment to act normal.
"Who says?" James asked, looking to Dean again.
"Science." Dean replied.
"Science?"
Dean let out a sigh as he leaned on the table, clasping his hands together as he put his focus on James again. "Lets just look at the facts," Two piles of bar napkins were laying on the table that Dean plucked up and shuffled through when he spoke. "I have 3 napkin numbers. You have 2." He pointed out. James looked away, taking a sip of his beer as he answered. "Its not quantity, its quality."
"Second," Dean continued, "The names on my napkins are Cindy, Tinga and Ariel. Your names are Martha and Agatha."
Raising a brow like the names didn’t matter, James questioned, "So?"
"Those are old lady names, James." He said and then picked out one of the napkins and slid it to James to observe." And Martha gave you a 555 number. I don’t think she wants you to call."
Sighing, James shook his head with a smirk when he muttered. "This science is ridiculous."
Dean just stared down James; acting like the professional he was when he continued his cover. "And third, she just poured a drink into a guy's lap," Once James looked at him, Dean smirked, "Let me handle this one, alright?"

Pushing up from the table, Dean took both pints of beer and he was pretty proud at himself. He wasn't being a jerk. It was just friendly competition that didn’t count for much since after getting this woman's napkin number, he was going to get down into prodding James' mind for answers anyways. Getting to the bar, he stood adjacent to the woman he had observed and in the simplest of terms, it was easy to say he took in a better observation now.
“Hey,” He said, now just trying to come off as friendly as he flashed her that heart-breaker grin of his. Looking back at the bar, he noticed the bartender place a beer in front of the brunette and then take the two from him. “Uh, I just want you to know, I don’t do this often,” Lie number one, “But my buddy over there, he uh… well, he’s afraid of your Tyson glare.” He laughed and was just saying that to break the ice with her. Hey, if he got her number and then was able to get back to James so he could finish this question, then it was a job well done for him.

[Roxanne Ryan]

The brunette, who’s name was Roxanne, turned in her seat as she heard the bartender place the beer in front of her. “Thanks,” she said with a small nod as she brought the glass to her lips, and took a sip. Placing the glass back on the counter, Roxanne turned and looked at the man who was standing adjacent to her. She knew that she was on a hunt, and should concentrate on that, but hell, it could wait a while. There was nothing wrong with having a little friendly conversation before Roxanne had to get her head in the game, was there? Well, she didn’t think so.

Roxanne looked up at the man and smiled softly, taking in his appearance. He was definitely about her age; maybe a year or two older, give or take. He was tall, dark, and absolutely handsome. Her light brown eyes briefly met his green hazel one for a second or two before her eyes traveled down to his full lips. Her eyes moved lower to her chest and to his arms. It was obvious that he was masculine in every sense of the word “man”, and Roxanne wasn’t the only woman in the bar that had noticed.

“Your friend’s afraid of my Tyson glare?” the brunette questioned, her eyes finding their way back to his. Roxanne leaned back in her seat some and looked over to who she assumed his friend was. “Is he the one that already has his beer goggles on?” she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Roxanne reached for her beer, and took another swig of it. Apparently the man had seen her spill the guy’s beer in his lap. Maybe he was somewhat… intimidated by her. Roxanne leaned back, and took another look at the man afraid of her Tyson glare, thinking maybe it wasn’t a bad thing that he was intimidated by her.

“I guess that’s a good thing, then,” she said with a small smile as she leaned forward again. Roxanne took another sip of her beer, and nodded towards the open seat next to her, signaling him to take a seat. She was attracted to him physically, and wasn’t going to deny it at all. Usually when men saw her pour beer onto a man’s lap, they knew not to even approach her. Roxanne knew she was a pistol, and most guys couldn’t handle her. But the guy adjacent to her seemed to be very confident. Either that or just experienced.

[Dean Winchester]

Dean’s eyes moved to the pile of napkins on the bar counter. Crudely, he thought that he had her at the moment where he could just slide her one along with a pen and she’d just give up the seven digits. However, his sober side –since he was still sober- thought against it and looked back up at her with a friendly smile. Taking the seat that she was nudging towards, he rested his elbows on the counter, leaning his weight forward a bit, hands clasped.
“Well, you already know you’re an attractive woman and don’t need us to tell you that,” He started then diverted his glance to the bartender that was getting his beers ready before meeting his eyes to her dark browns again. “But like I said, my buddy was a little intimidated so, if you could cut him a break and maybe, he could get your number…” He started open ended.

Looking back at the bar napkins, he took one and placed it in front of her as he opened his brown jacket. Plucking out a pen, he clicked it and put that in front of her as well. “It would mean a lot to him, you know. And he’s a great guy.” This was just an excuse. Getting the woman’s number as a whole was a game and it was just to get James to cooperate. Dean would get her number, using James as the bait and bring it back as a victory. Then him and James could get back to talking about the hunt.

Green eyes then wandered over the brunette again, taking in that she was in fact an attractive woman and not only did she know it but she flaunted it as well. And still, he felt bad that she was just a pawn in this thing temporarily. It didn’t matter; this would be the last time they saw each other and it wouldn’t have made a difference.

[Roxanne Ryan]

“So he is intimated by me….” Roxanne said with a small laugh as she reached for beer again. Tilting her head to the side some, she looked at the man sitting next to her with curiosity. Roxanne knew exactly what he was up, but she wasn’t going to go ahead and ruin his fun. Taking a sip of her beer, she leaned back and looked at the so- called “friend”. He was clearly no longer sober, and was already slurring his words.

Roxanne leaned forward and smiled softly as the man had stated that she knew she was attractive. Of course she knew she was attractive. She knew what went through guys’ mind when she walked by. Roxanne raised her eyebrows as he slid the napkin and pen towards her. “I don’t see any harm in giving your friend my number,” she said with a small smile, reaching for the pen. Taking the lid off of the pen, Roxanne wrote her name and number on the napkin.

“Make sure he calls me when he’s sober,” the brunette said as she slid the napkin and paper back to the man. Roxanne knew the man who was no longer sober wouldn’t call her, and she was thankful for that. Hell, even if he did, she would long gone from this town anyway. “What’s your name?” Roxanne asked with a smile as she turned her chair to look at the man sitting next to her again.