When is a Ghost Town Not a Ghost Town Pt.4

Sam leaned against the Impala drinking one of the beers he had purchased.  He waited, a big grin on his face.  Fifteen minutes past before his brother burst through the door at a fast pace.  Sam’s eyebrows rose when he looked at his brother.

Dean had lipstick on his mouth, his neck, and Sam didn’t want to know where else.  He was rubbing his mouth with his bare arm and swearing like a sailor.

“You son of a bitch!  You left me with her!”

“Come on, Dean.  You’re a chick magnet, remember?” Sam snorted with laughter.

“She all but raped me, Sam!”

“Well other than the lipstick, which is a shade that doesn’t suit you, you look fine, man.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Sammy!”

“In this heat?  Come on, Dean.  Let’s go back to the hotel and let you shower.  She wears a strong perfume.”

“Awww, mannn,” the older Winchester whined.

“How did you get away?”

“Her boyfriend showed up.”

Sam laughed, “Really?  What did he look like?”

“A biker, Dude.  A biker.”

She ride a bike behind him?”  Sam had tears of laughter on his face.

Dean looked and saw the big Harley with a side car.  He stood there in shock.

Sam followed his gaze and was laughing so hard he was wheezing.

Dean saw the other beer and grabbed it.

“I’m gonna need something stronger to get her out of my mind.”

Sam started holding his sides, “Awww…come on, Dean.  How often do you get mauled by a girl.”

“That was no girl, Sammy.  That was Queen Kong.”

Sam laughed as he got into the car.  The perfume smell was so strong, the younger Winchester rolled down the window in spite of the heat.  Dean put the car in gear and headed back to the hotel, rubbing his face as he drove.