Summary: During a trip to Vegas for a boys’ weekend, Dean finds himself alone, and bumping into Jay, the girl who could probably beat his ass at pool, eat more than him, drink him under the table and is more likely to cheat with another girl than he is. Dean finds himself married to her by morning, but the drunken impulse decision leads to more than either of them could have predicted.
Part Tags: flirting, teasing, mentions of divorce, smut, accidental incest
Part WC: 1856
Dean watches Jay as she moves around the backseat, pulling her panties back into place and fixing her hair a little. He smiles softly to himself and then notices her catching him looking. He clears his throat, looking down at his pants and pulling the zipper back up.
“So what are you doing here if you didn’t stalk me?” Jay asks, smirking softly.
“I’m driving home, pulled over for the night.” Dean looks back over at her, watching her lift her boobs into her bra a little better, catching his ring around her neck. “What about you?”
“Hitchhiked a ride with the dude you tore me away from,” she shrugs.
“You hitchhiked?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you know how dangerous that is? You could’ve been killed or… raped or something.”
Jay laughs easily, leaning back on the seat. “I’m fine. They can’t force you if you’re already willing.” She winks at him, making him scoff. “ What? Some guys just like to receive a thank you. I couldn’t afford a ticket home, so I’m making do.”
“Where is that?” Dean presses, genuinely curious. “Where’s home?”
“Lawrence, what about you?”
“Kansas?” Dean checks. She nods. “Same.”
A bigger smirk creeps across her face. “Huh.”
“What?” Dean presses, amused by the look on her face.
But Jay just shrugs, opening the car door. She climbs out and then leans forward, ducking her head back into the car. “So are you gonna offer me a ride home or what, husband?” she teases. “I can pay you back with this,” she adds, reaching up to hold Dean’s ring around her neck.
“Guess I can give you a ride if you give me a thank you,” he teases, making her laugh.
“I think I’ve thanked you enough, but I guess we’ll see.”
Dean glances over at Jay, watching her flick through his tape collection, her hair blowing in the wind coming through her open window.
“Wow, this is the kind of shit my Dad used to listen to,” she laughs, picking out a Zeppelin tape and pushing it into the radio.
“What’s wrong with that?” Dean asks, amused. Jay purses her lips and shrugs a shoulder, turning her head to look out the window.
“My dad was a dick, I don’t like thinking about him,” she admits.
“Why was he a dick?” he pries.
Jay takes a deep breath, turning to face him again. “He was just never around. Didn’t bother with me until I was like nine, and then he barely ever showed up. I cut ties with him as soon as I turned eighteen, not seen him since.”
“Absent father,” Dean nods, understanding. “That explains a lot,” he quips, trying to lighten the mood. It earns him a dig in the side of his leg with her fist, and a fuck you thrown in his direction, but Dean just laughs, hearing the amusement in her voice too.
“What’s your excuse? Mommy or Daddy issues? Or both?” she sasses.
“Could say both, I guess,” Dean agrees casually. He smiles at her, feeling his heartbeat quickening as she smiles back, and then he clears his throat, looking ahead at the road again. “So, what were the chances of us meeting up in that bar again?”
Jay glances at him and scoffs. “Are you about to talk about some fate bullshit, that we’re meant to be together or something?”
“No,” Dean scoffs himself, overcompensating because that is what he was getting at. “I mean, I’m just saying, it’s weird. Like how we’re both from Lawrence.”
“Spooky,” Jay replies sarcastically. Dean can tell that she’s not buying it, so he gives up, glancing over at her one last time to see her kicking her feet up on the dash. Dean hates feet on his dash, but for once, he’s not all that bothered by it.
“So, when are you gonna thank me for this ride?” he jokes, smirking.
“Get your cock out and I’ll do it now,” she replies, making Dean almost swerve the car into the next lane. He straightens up, looking over at her to see if she’s kidding, but she just bites her bottom lip and shrugs. “If you think you can get head without crashing.”
“Ye-yeah,” Dean splutters out, “‘course I can.”
Three Weeks Later
“Holy fuck, Dean,” Jay gasps.
Dean’s quick to reach up, pushing his hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet. He continues to thrust into her, chasing his own high as Jay’s eyes roll and she starts to clench around him.
“Jesus fuck, baby,” Dean grunts, catching himself before he moans too loud. His hand slips away as he focuses on his own climax, feeling himself throb inside her, filling her.
Jay moans again, and if Sam hadn’t figured out what Dean’s been doing from their inability to keep the noise down, then he would’ve figured it out from the way the mattress squeaked with every thrust. Dean crashes down beside her, catching his breath as he throws his arm over his eyes and tries to recover.
“We’re never gonna get divorced,” Jay scoffs. “That’s the third time this week we’ve tried meeting up to look into all that legal crap, and we’ve ended up naked every time.”
“I’m not fucking complaining about that,” Dean scoffs, removing his arm and looking over at her. “Maybe we should stay married. We’re pretty good at this bit.”
“Yeah, that’s all we’re fucking good at,” she scoffs, rolling onto her side and getting up. She reaches down for her t-shirt and pulls it on, pulling her long blonde hair out of the neckline.
“Don’t know, we’re pretty good at arguing too,” Dean smirks, throwing his arm behind his head. “Married couples are meant to be good at that.” She glances back at him over her shoulder and smirks, shaking her head.
“Didn’t you say your Dad was coming home soon? We should try and figure this out.”
“Yeah,” Dean sighs, getting up himself and finding some grey sweatpants to pull on. “I still haven’t told him.”
“You think I’ve told my Mom?” Jay laughs in disbelief, “your brother won’t say anything, right?”
“About what? He doesn’t know anything.”
“He does now,” Jay replies, bending down for her shorts and pulling them up her legs.
“All he knows is I’m fucking a hot blonde, he doesn’t know we’re married.”
Jay finishes doing up her shorts, bending down to pull her shoes back on. “Let’s keep it that way.” She stands up and brushes the hair out of her face, smoothing it down. “Want this back yet?” she asks, thumbing the ring still hanging around her neck.
Dean likes seeing the ring there, and he likes the excuse to continue meeting up with her, trying to sort out the divorce in person. It never actually happens, of course, and the longer this goes on, the more Dean isn’t sure he wants it to happen.
“Give it back when we actually get divorced,” he smirks.
“Speaking of, where’s your laptop? We should probably start looking into–” Jay is cut off with the sound of the front door opening and closing.
“Oh fuck,” Dean grunts, hearing the distant tones of his father and Sam talking in the kitchen.
“What’s the matter? Not allowed a girl in your bedroom with the door shut?” she teases.
Dean rolls his eyes at her, “I’d just rather you and my father have nothing to do with each other.”
“Why? You think he’s gonna steal me away from you?” she continues to sass.
“Just sneak out, okay?” he asks.
“Wow, you’re ashamed of me,” she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
“No I’m not,” Dean insists, “I just don’t wanna answer a million questions right now. Dad’s been on at me for years about finding a girl and moving out of the house.”
“You are a bit old to still be living at home.” Dean glares at her, and she laughs. “Alright, sneak me out.”
Dean takes a deep breath and places a hand on her back, sneaking her down the stairs. He glances towards the kitchen, hearing Sam bore their Dad with something to do with his job, but as Dean pushes Jay past the door, he hears his father’s voice call out his name, and he stops. Dean turns around slowly, facing his brother and father. Sam’s wearing a smirk on his face, like he’s about to drop Dean right in it.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Sam asks, instantly making Dean clench his jaw. He glances at Jay who’s biting back a laugh.
“What girlfriend?” John presses.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Dean insists.
He can see the mischievous look on Jay’s face before she pushes past him.
“Hey, I’m Dean’s girlfriend.” Of course she would.
“She’s winding you up she’s not–” But just as Dean’s about to explain, he notices the way his father is looking at her, eyes wide and his brow slightly furrowed. He looks at Jay, to see she’s staring at him too. “It’s complicated,” Dean finishes, slightly confused.
“Nipper, what are you doing here?” John swallows.
“Don’t call me that,” Jay chokes out. She pulls her eyes away from John and then frowns at Dean. “I don’t understand… why is he here?” she asks.
Now Dean’s only more confused. “That’s my Dad.”
Jay instantly shakes her head, tears filling her eyes. “No… fuck.”
“What’s going on?” Dean asks, looking back at John for some answers.
“What is she doing here, Dean?” John asks.
“Wait, do you two know each other?” Dean finally asks. He’s not sure how, but they seem like they know each other somehow. And that only makes him uncomfortable.
“You don’t know?” John presses, now seemingly just as confused. “I thought that’s why you brought her here.”
“Jesus christ, someone tell me what’s happening!” Dean demands.
“That’s your sister, Dean,” John swallows. Dean snaps his head to Jay, needing her confirmation. Her reaction is only verifying John’s words, and the tears that are trickling down her cheeks tells Dean she didn’t know about this, either – about who Dean really was.
“Oh fuck, Dean,” Sam laughs from behind John, filling the eerie silence. “You’ve fucked our sister!”
“What?” John asks immediately.
“That’s so gross, dude,” Sam continues to taunt, but he’s just background noise to the more pressing matter at hand.
“No, she can’t be our sister,” Dean insists, shaking his head, refusing to believe it. She can’t be his sister. Not only have they fucked, but they’re married.
“I’m sorry, son,” John tells him sincerely. “I was gonna tell you one day, but I just… didn’t know how.”
“No, Dad,” Dean grits out, shaking his head harder. “She’s too young, Mom was dead before–”
“Not your Mom,” John interrupts.
That, at least, brings Dean a slight comfort, but it’s still not much. Fuck, he’s let himself fall for her. He never lets himself fall for anyone, and now she’s… Dean can’t even finish his thought.
“Listen, neither of you knew, so it’s not the end of the world,” John tries to rationalise, stepping forward.
“No, Dad, you don’t understand,” Dean chokes out. “She’s my fucking wife!”
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