empty bottles on a sunday

xi

With all of these things on his mind made him want to have sex even more, but with Castiel. Knowing that wouldn't happen- any time soon, at least- he settled on finding someone at the bar. He was in the mood for a guy, but he could settle for a girl.

The impala pulled into the parking lot of the bar, humming as it did so. Once parked, the engine stopped and Dean patted the dash.

"That's my baby," Dean smiled.

Dean pulled his keys out of the ignition and stuffed them into the pocket of his dark brown leather jacket. He stepped of his car, locked it, and walked into the bar.

There were no guys that caught his eye, and that was fine. He saw a girl sitting alone at the bar, and Dean felt intrigued. Walked over, Dean ruffled his hair and then flattened it.

Dean sat down two seats away from the girl and ordered his favourite beer. The people at this bar didn't give a shit if you were underage, they wanted the money. And if a cop happened to come into the bar, he wouldn't give a shit either. The town just worked that way.

"Hi, I'm Dean," Dean introduced himself to the girl next to him.

"Anna," the girl smiled back, the light catching her red hair. The light also happened to catch small traces of tears on Anna's face.

"You okay?" Dean stood up and sat in the seat next to her.

"Not really, but I don't think I should bother you with my problems."

"I'm totally fine with it," Dean shrugged. "Let me be your therapist for the night." Dean took a swig of beer, remembering Castiel. Get out of my head.

"Alright. My dad came back today. He's been gone since I was young, and so has my mother. He kept her away from me. Now he's back. And he's still keeping her away from me. It's not fair. She's my mother. I deserve to see her," Anna explained, fighting back tears. "The whole family is there, welcoming him back. It was too much. I had to leave. I came here to get it off of my mind."

"I came here just to get a drink or two," Dean said, holding back the whole 'I came here to have sex' because then Anna might not want to have sex.

"I just can't get the whole thing off of my mind. The only thing I know that clears my mind completely is- nevermind." Anna took a sip from her glass.

"What?"

"Well, I don't want you to get any ideas, but sex. That really helps clear my mind," Anna blushed as she spoke. She was adorable. And hot.

"I won't get any ideas," Dean lied. "Anyways, I'm going to go now." Dean took the last sip of beer from his bottle and placed five dollars on the table.

"Dean," Anna called out. "Can you give me a ride home? You've had less to drink than me."

"Sure," Dean smiled. Hopefully he would be having sex soon.

The two walked to the impala, Anna completely stiff. Once in the car, Anna sighed.

"Thanks for letting me vent, Dean. It means a lot," Anna said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked at Dean- and Dean looked at her. They locked eyes and stayed silent for a moment.

"No problem," Dean said, his voice low. Then, Anna leans over and kisses Dean. Finally.

The kiss was passionate, Dean's hands running under Anna's shirt and Anna's running through Dean's hair.

"Back seat," Dean breathes heavily. Anna nods and quickly hops into the back seat. Dean does the same, pulling Anna on top of him.

They kissed some more, Dean's tongue playing with Anna's. Dean began to remove Anna's shirt and then took a moment to breathe. Dean then flipped over, so now he was on top. He pulled his shirt off and kissed Anna's neck, listening to her soft moans. Dean's kisses traveled down to Anna's collar bone, then to her chest, then down her stomach. His hands moved to under Anna and they slowly unclasp her bra. Anna tugged her pants off, and Dean does the same for himself. Dean's mouth traveled to Anna's breast- only for a moment- then back to her mouth. Dean grinded his hips against Anna and she wraps her legs around him. Their tongues tangled together, a moan escaping from either of them at different times. Anna played with the hem of Dean's boxer, and then finally tugged them off. Dean smirked into the kiss as Anna slowly took off her panties.

Dean released from the kiss and stares at Anna for a moment.

"W-what are you doing?" Anna panted.

"Getting protection," Dean answered calmly. He pulls a condom out of his jacket packet and held it out. "Will you do it or should I?"

"I'll do it," Anna smiles. She rips open the packaging and slowly slides the condom onto Dean's penis, her hands lingering for a moment. Dean kisses Anna softly and then smiles.

"Ready?"

Anna bites her lip and nods, her hands running through Dean's hair.

**

Dean and Anna sat in the car, breathing heavily.

"That was... Pleasant," Anna chuckled.

"Yeah," Dean through his head back and sighed. "I should probably drop you off at your house. It's getting late."

"Alright," Anna sat up and stretched. "Sure." She got dressed, and so did Dean.

Once they were both dressed, they got into the front of the car. Dean started up the impala and drove off.

"Left here," Anna ordered. Dean made the left turn, and grinned. Cas lived around here. "Take the next right then keep going straight."

Dean did as he was told. He popped in one of his dad's cassettes and hummed along.

"That yellowish house right there," Anna pointed. "That's my stop."

Dean's heart dropped. He began to breathe heavily, hands sweating.

The car came to a stop, and Dean saw him. He went to smile, but then saw Anna get out of the car. She placed a kiss on Dean's forehead and walked inside. He opened the door, greeted Anna, then walked to Dean.

"Hey, Winchester," He smiled.

Dean sheepishly smiled, knowing he had just made a terrible mistake. Anna. As in Anna Milton.

"Hi, Novak," Dean smiled. "What's up?"