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Who: Dean and Elle (

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What: A night on the town, following this
When: Some time between Dean's birthday and this upcoming Thursday

Elle would certainly be able to hear the Impala coming far before she'd even be able to see it. Not just because it was a beast of a thing, but also because Dean had the windows down, and was blaring some celebratory "Thunderstruck", drumming his hand out the window against the door. Still riding high off the AC/DC tickets Sammy had given him yesterday, topped off with scoring backstage passes off that hot forensics chick, Dean was feeling excessively optimistic for someone spending most of his time recently trying to ward off the Apocalypse.

And nothing fed his enthusiasm like a night out with a beautiful woman who knew what she wanted and didn't seem afraid to take it. Which was exactly the vibe he'd gotten off this Elle.

A grin spread across his face, as he drove up towards the fountain, because there she was, exactly as promised: down to the leather jacket and hooker boots. He slid his unnecessary-for-the-weather sunglasses down his nose to get a better look as he pulled to a stop.

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Elle laughed at his words as she moved around to the other side. As she got in, pulled the door shut, she sat sideways as she fully checked him out, she had no shame, and then winked “I might take you up on that, I know I can take you,” her tone was light and friendly.

After laughing at that, Elle flashed him a winning smile as she sat properly in the car and finally greeting him the right way, “Hey Dean!”

Hell, she was even hotter front and center. This was gonna be a good night.

"Hey there Elle," he responded, hitting the radio down just a couple clicks, before putting his arm right back across the seats. "You weren't kiddin'. You look positively smokin', sweetheart."

Elle smiled as she nodded her head and cocked it to look at him as she winked "I know." she answered bluntly, she wasn’t modest at all. “So, where are we going again?” she asked as she turned to out her seatbelt on and once it clicked she turned to look at him.

“You know going to cut me up in tiny bits in the middle of a desert somewhere, cause I have to warn you up front, I am not to keen on that idea and will have to fight back.” Elle was completely teasing, but in her own way she was also telling him, she could take him.

"You'd really be a lot less entertaining company in tiny bits, as much fun as fighting you would be," Dean teased back. "I sorta prefer the full package, as is."

He threw the car in reverse, glancing back to make sure he wasn't going to run over any civilians.

"Casino first. Until we clean house or get thrown out for inappropriate behavior." He waggled both eyebrows at her once, and then cranked the car back into gear, wheeling it around to return to the main drag.

“I do too!" Elle proclaimed and then laughed as he threw the car in reverse and Elle looked out the window, just looking at the scenery.

When he said where they were going first, she turned to look at him and nodded her head, but when he mentioned inappropriate behavior with his waggled brows, she arched a brow. “Someone is cocky.” she teased and then winked at him when he briefly looked at her. “I guess I lucked out since I like cock….y” she hesitated on purpose.

Dean laughed out loud at her audacious and blunt innuendo, shaking his head slightly. "It's a good thing you do then," he returned. "Because you'll get a whole lotta that from me."

His eyes traveled back over towards her, glinting mischievously. "And hey, I didn't say what kind of inappropriate behavior. That door's wide open for interpretation. I must say I like where your thoughts immediately jump though."

Elle laughed as she shook her head letting her curls bounce, this was fun and it was nice to see she wasn’t the only perverted one in the car. “Yeah well inappropriate behavior is fighting or fucking, I don’t think we would be fighting.”

She flashed him a bright smile and then turned to look out the window again, It wasn’t often when she traveled in a car with someone that she wasn’t driving. “Where are you from?” she asked.

Good question, he thought, scrolling through his mental catalog of false identities. Then again, he hadn't even given her a last name yet, so maybe he was safe on this one. Plus after what Sam had said...

"All over, to be honest, but Kansas to start. If anywhere's home now, it's behind this wheel." He patted the steering wheel once fondly. "What about you?"

“Ohio, but I was raised in New York, well outside of it.” Elle replied simply and that’s all she was going to say, she wasn’t one to talk about being raised in the Company to strangers.

She looked back out the window and then turned her whole body to look at him, he was a nicer view. “So I have never gambled before, not with cards, how does one do that?” she asked in a playful tone.

"Not with cards, huh? Dare I ask what you do gamble with?" he asked merrily, though he got the sense that with this chick? Everything was a gamble.

"Well, if we're playin' poker, you can watch a few rounds, try to get the hang of it. We can always hit the craps tables too, shoot some dice. The most important thing with poker, however, more than knowing the rules, is being able to keep a straight face. To be a good liar, basically."

She smirked at him, arching a brow, “Well I think you are going to find out what I gamble with since this is a bit of a gamble, isn’t it?” she asked “I don’t even know your last name and I am in your sweet ride and possible thinking of fucking you, so…I think that sums it up.”

Laughing she added with a wink, “Plus I am great liar! So now I have planted a small seed of doubt in your mind till I confirm if I am going to have sex with you or not.”

"Well, I definitely like your style," he admitted, highly impressed with how straight forward she was. Either she was a real wild one, or she was just crazy. Both of which could be fun.

He could just hear Sam's arguments in his head already. Luckily, he was a master at blocking them out.

"And I'm a big fan of suspense."

She was a little of both, actually the crazy in her made her wild, but she liked it just fine. "Good, cause it's not going to change." she assured him as she smiled brightly at him.

Turning back to sit normally, "I am big fan of games, till I get bored, so this should be fun," Elle turned and winked at him.

"Well no one likes getting bored, babe. Least not the people worth hangin' around." He steered the car sharply to the left, cutting across towards the parking lot of the casino.

"You start gettin' bored, we'll dance on the tables, or something."

With the sharp left, Elle slid a little, but she had her seatbelt on so all was good and she laughed at his remark of dancing on tables. “I’ll pick the something,” she inform him as she smiled at him,

When they pulled in to the casino, Elle looked around the parking lot, mainly just seeing where she was since she had never been there before.

"Thought you'd say that." Dean unhitched his belt and turned the car off, hopping out, and adjusting the collar of his coat, as he walked around to her side, opening the door, and leaning over it to check her out as she climbed out.

When he woman the door she stuck her leg out and slowly got out of the car. She smiled up at him, since she was short then them as she pulled her jacket more around her. "Like what you see?” she asked , teasing him as she step around him for he could shut the door.

He hit it shut with his shoulder, wheeling around again to keep on scoping her out openly. "That I do. Though I wouldn't be opposed to seeing more, either."

He slipped an arm around her waist, steering her towards the entrance, as his other hand shoved the Impala keys in his pocket.

It was a bold move, but she allowed it and leaned into his side, he was warm after all. As they walked into the casino Elle’s eyes widen as she looked around. She really hadn’t been to one before, “So…what are we going to do first?” she asked as her hand slide across his stomach.

Dean felt a smug surge of pride when she just went with the flow, and smiled down at her expression as she took in the lights, sounds, and crowds.

"Well, there's two kinds of games primarily: machines and tables. The slots'll take coins, but if we want to play at the tables, we'll need to get chips at the cage. Tables are where the fun is anyway."

“Tables!” Elle replied back without any hesitation. “Always up for the fun, but since you know what you are doing and I don’t” she teasingly looked up at him “Can I sit in your lap till I learn?” It was kind of a joke, but not really, Elle actually ended up in most guys laps.

As the walked over to where they could purchase the chips Elle asked “You cane make more money of the table, right?”

"You sure as hell can. Best vantage point from there," Dean replied without hesitation. He set down some cash and shoved it across the counter when they got there, glancing back at her question.

"Yup. And not to mention it's more rewarding winning money off a dealer than just pulling some lever."

Chips in hand, he gave her another smile. "Pick your game, sweetheart."

“Let’s try….” she looked around and then up at him with a smile “Black jack.” she knew the game was where you had to get twenty-one or she thought it was. “Then you can pick the next one,” she told him, that way she wouldn’t be making all the decisions.

Attaching herself back on his side, the pair waded through the casino over to the tables. Once they were there, before they sat down Elle spun in front of him, her hands clutching on to his shirt, and leaning up slightly, since she was in heels, kissed Dean.

Dean was honestly surprised for a second, but then a pleased smile spread across his lips against her mouth as he kissed her back, sliding his hands around her waist, for maybe a moment longer than was appropriate for public.

Humor twinkled in his eyes when they broke off, and he raised an eyebrow coolly. "Was that for luck? Cuz I gotta say: feelin' pretty lucky right now."

Elle snickered as she leaned back on her heels and nodded her head confirming it was for luck, "Good." she commented and then added “And if you are truly lucky, there is more where that came from.”

She playfully swatted his butt, "now lets go win us some money" she teased with a wink and moved away from him so they could sit down at a table.

Dean chuckled when she smacked his ass and popped into a chair, patting his leg and looking at her challengingly.

"Deal me in," he said jovially, setting his stack of chips down in front of him.

Elle pointed her finger up, telling him to hold on when he patted his leg. She didn’t want to be close to him with her jacket on, so she removed it, revealing a very tight red halter top.

Pushing back some of her curls, she smiled as she moved over to him as he dealt in and sat on the assign leg, draping her legs with her jacket. “So…” she said in a teasing tone, “What number are we playing to?” she smiled at him, clearly enjoying herself and the game hadn’t even started yet.

Dean's eyes immediately slid over to scope out Elle's top, before he remembered there was blackjack to play. Grinning when she perched herself on his knee, and slinging an arm around her waist, resting gently on her thigh, he turned his attention towards the rest of the players - some of whom were throwing looks of mingled envy and distaste at the two of them.

Mostly envy, though, Dean was glad to see.

"You want to get 21 or under," he explained to Elle, as the dealer laid down the cards. "So long as you end up higher than the dealer. Face cards are ten, aces are either one or eleven, whatever you want."

Elle was devious and as she leaned forward to see what cards they had, a ten of clubs showing with a four of spades underneath, she turned back to him, in a soft tone, but not “So let me get this right, ten and face cards are ten.” She placed a finger to her lips “so ace can be one,” she smirked, perhaps to imply they had one, “or eleven.”

She turned back to look at the table “This seems very easy” she remarked as she moved slightly for he could tap the cards.

Dean grinned over at her, impressed by the way she jumped right into playing the games behind the game. He fed a false note of suppressed irritation into his laugh, as he glanced up at the dealer.

"Yeah, sweetheart. That's right," he said, tapping the cards once.

A six of diamonds was placed down and Elle made a face, she was faking though, her eyes gleamed of mischief. Leaning back into him, thinking her wouldn’t want to hit it again. Elle watched the people at the table and their reaction, and then leaned up to whisper, “I think we might have a chance at winning.”

She pecked his cheek and leaned back against him, as she waited for the cards to be revealed.

"Staying," he said, winding one hand around to rest on Elle's hip.

The dealer flipped over hers, and after a second, added another - making a 22. Dean grinned, casting an approving glance at Elle.

"You wanna try the next one, babe?"

She winked at him and laughed a little "I guess I could give it a try, if you think I am ready to play all by myself." She was joking of course.

Elle nodded for them to be dealt in, shifted some on Dean's leg as she tossed a few more chips out there. If you don't play big, why play? Turning slightly, she smiled up at him, and tapped her lips.

Dean winked at the others, as if to imply they should put up with her innocent first attempt. He, meanwhile, had the feeling that she already got a lot more than she would let on.

He smiled down at her when she put in a big bet, stroking her hip absently with a thumb.

"The best way to learn's to dive right in."

Eight of hearts on top with a ace clubs on the bottom. Elle sat there and bit into her lips. She was a risk taker, but the hand on her hip was more welcoming then testing the waters. “I’ll stay.” she commented when it was her turn.

Elle then leaned back into Dean, he was fun, she tipped her head up and nibbled on his neck lightly, mainly to see what he would do.

Dean's eyebrows shot up when he felt her mouth teasing his neck, and his hand slid down to her leg in response.

He turned his head slightly to look at her, and give her a teasing focus look, but the way his hand slipped slowly towards the inside of her thigh sent the exact opposite message.

Elle loved the look, it was cute and so her lips started to travel up his neck. She was holding she could make out for a bit, right?

She kissed her way up to his lips and was inches away from kissing him, but then it was time to reveal the cards so she pulled away. The dealer went bust, but there was another player who even out with Elle, so the pot was spilt in half.

Turning she looked up at Dean with a pout, she didn’t like losing, even if she didn’t, but still, it sucked.

Dean's efforts to hold her at bay sort of got lost in the shuffle when her lips were suddenly hovering close to his, and his thumb traced circles against her thigh when she tauntingly turned away.

He wasn't overly concerned about the cash - he was sure they could win it back, so he gave her a reassuring look. "At least you didn't lose it all."

“True,” she nodded her head and moved back to look at him, she kissed him, she didn’t care. “This is boring.” she told him with a smirk as she kiss broke, she meant the game “what do you normally play?”

Elle just wanted to do something interesting, something fun, not play to 21. She slid off his lap and winked at him “Let find something really fun.”

Dean chuckled at her quickly lost interest in the game, and stood up after her, gathering up his chips.

"C'mon. I bet you and me can talk our way into a private poker game in the back." He gestured with his head for her to follow him, as he wound his way towards where he figured the back hall was.

Elle slid her jacket back on, but left it open as she followed instep behind him and then moved up to his side. “I am guessing poker is your game?” she asked with an arch brow, but then looked around to see what all was there as she added “Or are you looking to get into trouble?”

A smirk graced her lips as she turned back to him “Either way I am game.”

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woman the door? OMG so sorry! Been sick all day.

LOL it's ok. ;D

LOL thanks!

Hope you feel better <3

Much, thanks!

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ffffffffffffft I haven't played cards in 800 years

Nor have I, just winging it! <33

wheewww :P

<3

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