Title: All I'm Good At
Characters: Alona Forester, Dean Winchester
Summary: Dean and Alona's relationship takes off to a rocky start. Set just before episode 2x14 "Born Under a Bad Sign."
Dean was in a bar across the street from the hotel he was staying at. Sam had disappeared nearly a week ago, and Dean had had no luck finding him. Tonight he was sitting at the bar, staring into a nearly empty glass.
“Hey, is that Dean Winchester?” someone said from behind Dean.
He turned to see Alona standing behind him, grinning. He smiled back. “Guilty.”
Alona sat down next to him. “I haven’t seen you since you stitched up my arm. How’s tricks?”
“I’ve been better,” Dean sighed. “And how’re you? How’s your arm?”
“It is absolutely wonderful.” Alona pulled her jacket off and showed Dean. “See? Scar’s almost gone.”
The bartender approached Alona. “What can I get you?”
“Oh,” Alona glanced at Dean. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.” The bartender nodded and went to get it, placing a glass in front of her.
“So, anyway,” Alona said, taking a swig of her drink, “what’s up? Where’s Sam, anyway?”
“I wish I knew,” Dean said. “He just disappeared about a week ago. No one’s heard from him. I don’t suppose you’ve seen him?”
Alona shook her head, wide-eyed. “No. I don’t ever see anyone.” She threw back the rest of her drink. “Shit! What could have happened?”
“No clue.” Dean finished off his drink as well, eyeing Alona’s empty glass. “Buy you another?”
Alona grinned. “Why not?”
Dean watched Alona as she swallowed half of her third drink of the evening. Feeling Dean’s eyes on her, Alona turned to face him. “What?” she said, a slight smile pulling at her lips.
“You don’t look like the type of girl who drinks a lot,” Dean said. “You’re just…”
Alona sighed but looked amused. “I get it.” She spread her arms. “I’m tiny, right? You’d think I’d have a low alcohol tolerance. But…” She took another drink. “It’s really not that bad.”
“Right.” Dean took a sip of his own drink.
Alona swiveled her stool back and forth. “How come you’re here instead of looking for Sam? Aren’t you worried?”
“Of course I’m worried!” Dean snapped. He closed his eyes, apparently calming himself down before continuing, “Sorry. I’ve been looking for Sam for almost a week. I don’t really know what else to do.”
“Ah.” Alona nodded in understanding. “You one of those people who likes drowning their sorrows in alcohol?”
Dean nodded, staring again into his nearly empty glass. “Guess so.”
Alona smiled slightly. “I’m with you there.” She raised her glass. “Here’s to dealing with problems the totally wrong way.”
Dean chuckled in spite of himself and clinked his glass against hers. “What problems are you avoiding on this fine night, then?”
“Insomnia.” Alona leaned against the counter and grinned. “Nothing as problematic as a missing brother.” She sighed. “Just not looking forward to trying to sleep in a crappy motel room and staring at the ceiling all night.”
“Well.” Dean smirked. “Maybe you’d sleep better in my crappy motel room.”
Alona stared at him for a moment, then started laughing. “Oh God,” she said between giggles. “How drunk are you?”
Dean grinned. “I guess I’m pretty damn drunk,” he said with a laugh.
“Okay,” Alona said, turning serious. “Just to be clear.” She shifted closer to Dean. “To cure my insomnia, you want me to sleep with you?” Her lips twitched with the hint of a grin.
Dean’s eyes drifted, moving across Alona’s body. “That would be the general idea, yes,” he responded.
Alona leaned on the counter, resting her chin on her hand, considering the matter. “Normally,” she said finally, “I think that would be a very bad idea. But considering I’m drunk as hell, I’m finding it to be a very good idea.” A mischievous grin spread across her face as she looked at Dean. Her smile lit up her face, a happy-go-lucky grin that was almost contagious.
“That’s good enough for me,” Dean said, returning her smile.
The next thing she knew, Alona was in Dean’s hotel room with her back against the wall, her shirt on the floor, and her hands undoing Dean’s belt.
Between kisses, Alona said, “You know, there’s a real possibility that in the morning I’ll really regret this.”
Dean’s hands slid across Alona’s bare back. “It’s not morning now,” he said, pulling her close against him and kissing her hard. “Besides,” he murmured, “you agreed. It’s too late to go back.” He smirked at her.
Alona made a face at him. “I’m just warning you, dumbass. And I may have agreed, but it was your idea. So don’t blame me.”
“Okay. I won’t.” Dean moved to kiss her again. Alona was going to protest again, but the combination of the alcohol and Dean’s skin against hers was making it hard to think.
Finally she gave in, allowing Dean to pull her to the bed.
Alona awoke the next morning with her head pounding. She sat up, grimacing. Glancing around the room, she didn’t see Dean. She scowled and went to pick up her clothes, which were strewn across the room. As she dressed, Dean walked in, talking urgently on the phone.
“Okay, Sammy, don’t move. I’ll come get you.” Dean hung up the phone and hurriedly pulled on his jacket. “Alona, I’ve gotta go.”
“What’s the deal?” Alona asked, crossing her arms.
“Sam just called. I’ve gotta go get him and figure out what happened.” Dean looked worried and distracted.
“What’s going on?” Alona asked curiously. “Where is he? Want me to come with? Help you guys out?”
“No!” Dean snapped. He sighed. “No. I’ve gotta do this myself.”
Alona’s smile dropped, and her face turned emotionless. She let out a huff of air and turned away, picking up her sweatshirt from the floor. “Okay,” she said shortly. “Whatever. That’s fine.”
Dean looked at her guiltily. “Alona,” he began.
“Seriously.” Alona turned back to him. “Don’t worry about it.” She nodded, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll see you around, I guess.” She turned and moved toward the door.
“Wait,” Dean said, reaching to grab her arm. “I didn’t mean – “
Alona stopped, Dean still gripping her arm. “I know that’s not what you meant,” she said. She sighed, looking down. “One-night stands are just kinda all I’m good at, huh?”
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but Alona cut him off quickly. “I get it, okay? Your brother’s more important right now.” She nodded. “I’m gonna go now. You don’t have to call me. I’m not gonna call you. We don’t have to see each other again if you don’t want.”
Dean released Alona’s arm. “Is that what you want?” he asked quietly.
Alona smiled at him, but this time her smile looked strained and uncomfortable. “Bye, Dean.” She brushed past him and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her.