electrokinetic | Intoxicated!Elle for Dean

Dean is

startswinging and is used with love and permission. The Claire mentioned is

getyourownpie and both are referenced with tons of love.

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Sam was out with Claire for the evening which meant that Elle and Dean had the motel room to their selves for once. Sure, they could just go to Elle’s place if Sam was going to be around, but there was something exciting to Elle about hanging out in a motel room, like some normal couple on a trip together or something. She had never stayed at a motel or hotel unless she was on an assignment for the Company, and being on a job had always taken the fun out of it for her.

As they had the place to themselves Elle was dressed pretty simply, just wearing one of Dean’s t-shirts while he lounged around in a pair of boxers and a tank top. Neither one of them had really felt like getting dressed properly again after some of their earlier activities. They were currently curled up on the bed together, taking shots for a drinking game they had developed when watching a marathon of old horror movies. Every time someone made a bad decision without thinking, they took a shot.

Needless to say, as Elle was shorter and skinnier than Dean, she began to feel the effects of the drinking much quicker. And to a worse degree as well.

“Why don’t they ever learn?” She slurred, tilting her head at the screen. “Every time they separate, one of ‘em dies. Did anyone ever give them lessons in how to not be a dumbass?”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I don’t reckon they did. But you know what this means?” He handed her another shot glass filled with tequila. “Time for another shot.”

Elle took the shot and knocked it back, making a little face as she did so. She still preferred her girly drinks to straight alcohol like this. “I’m booored,” she whined, pouting up at him.

“I wanna do something else.”

Dean raised a curious brow at her, clicking off the TV. He had seen all these movies before and it wasn’t really like he was paying much attention to them anyways. “What’d you wanna do? Got somethin’ in mind?”

“I might,” She cooed with a sillier than usual grin as she got up from the bed, stumbling a little. She grabbed a bag she had brought with her before making her way to the bathroom to change. “I’ll be ready in a couple of minutes.”

“Ready? For what?” Dean sat up, a little excited now and more than a little curious to see what his girlfriend had in mind.

“You’ll see. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

And with that Elle closed the door behind her.

She pulled off Dean’s shirt before rummaging around in her bag. Finally she found what she was looking for. A set of lingerie she had bought with that gift certificate Dean had given her for Victoria’s Secret a while back. It was bright blue (just like her sparks) and lacy. The set was made up of a bra, panties, tights and a garter belt.

There was no way she was going to let the empty motel room go to waste. She had almost forgotten she had brought this earlier when they had started drinking, but she remembered it now, and that’s what was important.

She stumbled and almost fell into the shower as she attempted to put the panties on. And she knew she had to be more than just a little bit tipsy when it took her about five minutes to clasp her bra. And it was a front loader too!

“Are you okay in there? Did you fall into the toilet or somethin’?” Dean called out after a while.

“I’m fine!” Elle shouted back, a little frustrated she was having so much trouble with something so simple. But all she had left were the tights and the garter belt, and then she would be done. A lot of trouble to put something on that Dean would then just take off of her, but from her experience his reactions always made it more than worth it.
She lifted one of her legs and propped it up against the wall to pull on one of her stockings. Simple, right?

Not quite so simple.

She lost balance and fell down onto the ground, hitting her head against the wall. She cursed loudly and about thirty seconds later, the door was open and Dean was standing there, looking worried.

“What the hell do you think you were doin’?” He asked, bending down to check to make sure she wasn’t hurt or anything. She wasn’t. She had a bump on the back of her head, but that was about it.

Elle pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I just wanted to be sexy for you.” She couldn’t explain why it had seemed so important at the time except for her underlying fear that eventually, he was going to get tired of her, just like everyone else always seemed to.

He chuckled softly, scooping his petite girlfriend into his arms as he carried her back toward the bed. “Babe, you’re always sexy to me.” Once he lied her down he took a step back to get a better look at her haphazardly put on outfit. “But you should definitely keep this outfit for the future.”

She laughed a little too hard at that. “I’ll keep that in mind. Add it to my growing collection of outfits you like to screw me in.”

Dean just gave her a lecherous grin, settling on top of her. “That’d be everything you own, sweetheart. Or nothing. I’m a big fan of you wearin’ nothing.”

“Is that so?” She asked with another drunken giggle.

“Damn straight,” He murmured, leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

Elle wrapped her arms around his neck and in her drunken haze she couldn’t focus on anything else. That was okay. She didn’t want to focus on anything else anyways. This was enough.

It was more than enough.

Muse: Elle Bishop
Fandom: Heroes (Crossed over with Supernatural)
Word Count: 1,000