Hustled

Dean saw her at the pool table. Tight blue jeans, rolling stones t-shirt that stopped just short of meeting them. She bent down to take her shot revealing a tiny tattoo just north of her tight rounded ass.

Dean nudged his brother, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he took a swig from his corona. Sam looked into his brother's line of sight and rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his newspaper.

Dean had already hustled a few games of pool that evening but he was always up for another. This game he couldn't care less if he lost. He swaggered over and placed his drink on the edge of the billard table.

"mind if i take the next game?" he asked with his infamous grin that left most girls with damp panties.

"sure" said the brunette with a shrug and a smile of her own. She sank the eight ball and turned back to him. "you're up"

they made a little small talk as they played and walked around the table. Her voice was laced with promise and dean knew he was in with a definite chance. They casually flirted, brushing each other's arms as they passed, letting their eyes linger a little too long so the other could see as they checked each other out.

Sam glanced up occasionally watching the two. It was almost like they were dancing. He shook his head with a smile, looking down again.

The girl won the game then leaned into dean whispereing in his ear. Dean's eyebrows rose and he smiled and gestured for her to lead the way. He casually dropped the keys to the impala on sam's newspaper as he passed him without looking at his brother. Sam let out a sigh and ordered another light beer.

Dean and the girl, dean couldn't remember her name, walked the few streets towards the motel dean was staying at, occasionally stopping to kiss passionately against a brick wall and feel each other up. She still lived at home so had suggested his place and given Dean no choice...he hoped they'd put the weapons out of sight.

Dean unlocked the motel room hoping sam would get the message when he hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the handle. He felt bad for kicking his brother out but what was a guy meant to do...sam would probably be a while anyway.

The girl didn't waste anytime removing her t-shirt and exposing her red lace bra and curved hips to dean. He let out a low whistle of appreciation as he ripped off his own shirt and then kissed her heatedly. she returned the kiss even more passionately, nothing soft or gentle about their encounter, just raw. Her hands worked dean's fly and she slid the jeans down his thighs nipping and sucking at his chest as she got to her knees and pulled the pants off. she mouthed his cock through his boxers sliding the satin against his him with her tongue. Dean's toes curled and he groaned.

Her foot hit against something and she turned to see dean's duffel bag lying beside her, a rope lying on top. She raised her eyebrows questioningly up at dean.

"uh...rockclimbing" he said quickly and she stood grabbing him in another fierce kiss.

"i can think of better activities than rock climbing" she said softly into his ear and pushed him down onto the bed with a playful shove. She grabbed the rope and straddled dean, biting on her bottom lip suggestively. dean grinned appreciatively, and she pulled his arms above his head, breasts resting on his mouth as she tied his wrists. She ground delibrately against his hips

**jackpot** thought dean...

Sam pulled the impala in front of the motel room and swung the creaky car door open. Fetching the keys from his pocket his mouth fell open when he saw the sign swinging from the motel room door handle and heard muffled moans from inside.

"un-fucking-believable" sam mumbled. He looked around for ideas but decided he could rest up in the car for a while rather than bother to get his own room. Dean had never pulled this before but he rarely stayed out all night and sam guessed the girl would be shown the door shortly knowing what a gentleman his brother usually was.

He stetched out on the back seat as best he could resting his head against one door. He was going to kill dean for this one.

It wasn't long however before dean's companion strolled out of their room looking quite pleased with herself. sam gave Dean a few minutes then stormed into the motel cursing..

"what the fuck dean...that was so not cool."

Then he saw him. His brother was struggling furiously at ropes tied to his wrists and the bed post, dressed only in his boxers. He looked up at sam defeated and embarassed...


"bitch took my wallet"

sam couldn't help but laugh......