Good Graces, Bad Influence //Azi//

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi leveled a flat look at Dean and rolled her eyes, not even bothering to respond. She sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, reaching a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose, stopping with the head scratch she’d been giving him. Luckily enough, it had been a short ride so that she didn’t have to knock Dean out. She could tell that Piper was pissed off, though at which of them she wasn’t quite sure. Probably Dean, she figured, since he was totally hammered. She could maneuver the taller sibling into the house, but the problem remained that Azi had no idea which room was Dean’s.

Nodding her thanks at Pie for opening the door, she sighed as she watched the dogs spill out. “Your kin is here,” she said dryly, mostly under her breath so that Dean wouldn’t hear her before she began the process of untangling him from her so she could get out of the truck and hopefully drag him into the house. She sighed, barely wiggling out and avoiding the dogs as she grabbed a hold of Dean’s arms, pulling on him and bracing herself against the truck, tugging so that he would get out. She grumbled under her breath, bracing herself against the side of the truck as she pulled on him, maneuvering him so that he’d come out.

“Let’s just put you in bed, alright?” she said, dodging the subjects or the questions he had. The night was cut short and all Azi wanted to do was crash somewhere and flop down on a nice soft bed. Though tending to Dean came first, so she was stuck helping him out. When she finally got him out of the truck and standing, she leaned against the truck and used a free moment to tug her hair loose and pull it back into a braid, out of the way and definitely easier to deal with. She sighed and shut the doors, coaxing Dean to the house and towards the stairs, making him go up first so she could put him in his room.

[dean jackson starr]

Dean's hand rubbed the head of the nearest dog, a habit he had whenever they were nearby. "Buttt I want my whiskeyyyyy... It's not that late yetttt..." He said. The country boy could actually stand and walk, if you could call it walking. That walk certainly wasn't straight, and it was at least half a stumble.

"Have fun with him, he's hilarious when drunk." Piper said from the doorway to the kitchen where she was pouring food for the dogs, an open bottle of champagne next to her. Her blue eyes glanced at the bottle, and the lack of a glass, "It's okay, I'm staying in and behaving tonight, I think." She said before she gave either one of them more to worry about. She picked it up and took a sip. "Want some?" she asked Azi before setting it back down on the table.

Gin the golden retriever mix was sitting at the top of the stairs, waiting for her master. She let out a soft woof before barging into one of the rooms, simply decorated with it's plaid navy bedding and rather rednecked decor. She expectantly leapt on top of the bed and simply waited, tail wagging.
"There's my snuggly girl, the boys never care do they sweet Ginny?" Dean said, the other two usually piled on top later in the night after going to bed on their dog bed. It was Gin that Dean wasn't as careful about training. Really, she was the only female to regularly be in Dean's bed. "But you've got some competition tonight girly, Azi's really gorgeous ya know" He cooed to the dog, who cocked her head, almost like she was amused by her master.

Dean wrapped his arms around Azi again, "You're nice and warm and I like the headscratches..." he said, resting his cheek on her collarbone. "You ever gonna kiss me?"

[azrael murphy devlin]

She’d managed somewhere in between getting Dean in the door and started up to his room and answering Piper and dodging the dogs to change into her normal clothes, forgoing the girly items Piper had talked her into. She was back in her normal t-shirt and baggy jeans, all comfortably broken in and had real pockets, into which all of her things went. Emerging from some hidden spot where she changed, she shrugged a shoulder at Piper and shook her head. “I don’t do the sweet and bubbly stuff, thanks. I’ll put him upstairs and deal with him. Sorry about tonight,” she said off handedly as she more or less corralled Dean up the stairs, a bit like herding cats.

Azi made some sort of face at Dean, overhearing his comments and stamping down a bit unsuccessfully at the color staining her cheeks. If anyone commented, she’d blame it on the alcohol. She’d barely managed to make the doorway when Dean was suddenly attached to her, rather like a barnacle. Yet again, she had a fleeting look of as if some dangerous animal had suddenly become her new best friend before she awkwardly patted his back, or at least tried to. It landed somewhere in the vicinity of his side since he’d managed to pin both of her arms with his affectionate snuggled. A pleading look at the dog who was just amused by the whole situation left Azi dropping her head back and staring at the ceiling while she thought of a good way out. Then again, she didn’t have a brain-mouth filter like most people did and she certainly didn’t while drunk.

“What, you want me to tuck you in and read you a story too?” she asked, her voice quiet as she peered down at him. She figured she’d try and edge towards the bed, though it more or less ended up with her leaning against the door, effectively shutting it with her stuck between the wood and Dean. She was not exactly the most coordinated right now and completely thrown off balance by him. She had no idea how to handle this situation and was stuck, waiting for him to let her go or make some other move. It wasn’t as if she could really kiss him in the position they were in anyways, with him pinning her down and against the door. “You act as if I’ve kissed people before,” she muttered.

[dean jackson starr]

"Mmmhmmm, stories are nice..." Dean said, not really wanting to move. "Why haven't you kissed anyone before? You're so pretty." He actually was pretty confused with the whole concept.

Gin jumped off the bed and padded over to her master, grabbing the leg of his jeans in her mouth and giving it a tug. No one really say the dog hadn't seen similar situations, really she just wanted to go to bed and he made a good pillow. She let out a soft growl and whine at Dean, it was like a rope toy, but bigger, and who was this other person? Was she comfy too?

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi frowned some, looking down at Dean and shaking her head at his comment, not really wanting to answer. She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the whole concept of it, and felt more that he was pushing because he was illusioned about her and what she was. The rock climber knew damned well that she was the kind of person people pointed at and whispered about, too afraid to confront her face to face so they spread rumors about her. She sighed some, pushing off the door with the help of the dog, trying to edge Dean towards the bed.

“You’re drunk and will totally regret this in the morning. It’s that simple, Dean,” she said as she wiggled out of the hold and ducked away, turning and nudging him towards the bed. “Trust me, you really don’t like me. You just think you do. You’re better off with someone on your own level.”

She sighed and stared at the floor, concentrating on moving and not wanting to answer questions. Azrael gently scratched Gin’s ears and head, smiling some at the dog before she managed to maneuver Dean into the bed so he was at least sitting on it before giving him an amused look and ruffling his hair. She wasn’t scared of kissing him, she honestly couldn’t feel fear, but she had somehow talked herself into a state of trying to convince Dean to drop it and find someone better. She chuckled some and shrugged a shoulder. “Stories are fun, but I don’t do the prince saving the princess kind, sorry Southern boy,” she teased a bit as she went to straighten up. She paused for a slight moment, figuring that he’d probably stop asking if she did, so she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips over his, keeping it light before pulling back.

[dean jackson starr]

"Noooo I won't... you're different... and better..." Dean said, "And I know you don't need to be saved... I'm sick of saving damsels in distress... that's why I like you... and your soft lips..." He had the dumbest looking goofy smile plastered across his face.

At that point, Piper poked her head in the door, pack of beer in her hand, as well as a bottle of hangover detox pills. "You might need this." She said, holding back a giggle at the sight as she left the beer on a chair. "Good doggie Gin," She added before disappearing out the door again. If anyone knew what it was like dealing with a drunken Dean, it was Piper, and probably Gin.

Gin let go and jumped on the bed, ears perked, and expectantly waiting. Soon enough someone would be there to cuddle with her right?

[azrael murphy devlin]

Azi flushed some shaking her head and smiling at Piper. “Thanks,” she said with a slight laugh as she crossed the room, grabbing the pills and the beer, letting it sit closer towards where she was trying to get Dean to lay down. “Look, Gin wants you in bed with her,” she said as she pointed towards the dog. She was trying to divert his attention, get him focused on laying down and into the bed. She sighed and crossed the room again, coming to stand in front of Dean.

“What will it take to get you into bed and laying down?” she asked with a faint smile on her lips as she reached past Dean to scratch Gin’s head cooing at her some. “Can’t you see your baby girl wants you in bed with her?” she teased as she motioned towards the dog with a laugh. Azi was hesitant about taking anything Dean said without first trying to dissuade him. She wasn’t a good girl, she wasn’t exactly sheltered from the world. She’d been arrested multiple times for fighting and being drunken in public, but that was another issue.

The only thing Azi had pretty much no experience in was sex and love, something that kept her far away from everyone else and in her own little patch of woods. She had liked people before, yeah, but it was something that never went anywhere mostly because she always scared everyone away once they saw her true colors. If she needed any rescuing, it was from herself. “You’re cute, redneck, but not that cute.”

[dean jackson starr]

"Awww thanks, I always thought so, but you're cuter." Dean said with a drunken laugh. He looked over to the dog, "Awww hi there Gin," he cooed, "I think you gotta share tonight."

If the dog could roll her eyes, she would've done so a million times by now. She let out another soft woof and stood up, tail wagging. She bounced off the bed and went back to tugging at the leg of Dean's jeans.

"I'll be good and go to bed if you come with me..." Dean said, yup, the filter was completely gone. He wasn't intending on letting go anytime soon.

[azrael murphy devlin]

It was a rapid movement, her smacking a hand against her forehead before she sighed, grumbling about needing another beer. Screw it, she was drinking and that was that. She honestly didn’t care and for right now, she could use a drink and an excuse to move away from him before things got even more out of control. She was over her head and sinking fast, and she needed something to float on, so she grabbed a beer and popped it open before she watched Gin tug on Dean’s leg, laughing some. “See? Your girlfriend wants some loving,” she laughed.

“Alright, fine. Take your shoes off and get into pjs. I’m not doing that. You’re a big boy, you can handle it yourself,” she said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed, grabbing a beer for Dean. “Have one of these too, enjoy yourself,” she said as she kicked off her boots, letting them sit neatly up on the opposite side of the bed. She’d already killed two beers by the time she came around and Dean had his shoes off. She sighed a little bit, sitting up on the bed and using the head of it to prop her back up and letting Gin get up and flop on top of her as she reached over and ran her hands through Dean’s hair.

“Now will you please get into bed and behave?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

[dean jackson starr]

"But why aren't you my girlfriend?" Dean asked, that goofy grin not leaving his face. He might as well resemble a puppy at that point. Dean had managed to get most of his clothes off, but didn't quite remember where his PJs were located at that point. And in the process, the beer had disappeared down his throat. And knowing Dean, the only beer he kept around was strong beer, none of that sissy watery stuff.

"I'm behaving right? It gets boring after a while..." Dean smiled at the headscratch. If there was a way to this man's heart besides his stomach, it was headscratches. "And you're so purdyyy..." He reached over and stroked just where Azi's loose t-shirt was riding up, showing just a sliver of skin. "Can I get that kiss now?"

Gin wanted the attention back, she pawed at the two with a small give-me-more-love whine. Then she took one look at Dean and realized she wasn't getting any cuddles just yet and went to go sit on a pillow on the other side of the bed, quite annoyed.

[azrael murphy devlin]

She shivered then, her skin jumping from the contact as she inhaled sharply. It had tickled for a moment, causing her to move under him and slide down, pushing the shirt up more. She frowned and rolled her eyes at his comment about being a girlfriend, looking towards the side at Gin, sending an apologetic look to the dog, taking her attention off Dean and not answering his comment. Luckily for her, she’d brought the six-pack along with her, now down to three beers. She could handle her booze, and sighed, reaching over and grabbing another beer before handing it to him. “Here, have another drink,” was her only response.

Azrael reached into her pockets at that point, turning over on her side and pulling out her stuff, figuring this was going to be a long night. Plus she didn’t want her cigarettes to get crushed and sleeping on her phone just was plain unappealing. She dropped it beside the remaining beer, turning back over and facing him with a questioning luck. “Why in the hell would you want me to be your girlfriend?” she asked, reaching up and continuing scratching his head. It just seemed like the safest option.

“And I already gave you a kiss, quit asking,” she groused as she stuck her tongue out at him with a playful laugh.

[dean jackson starr]

"Because I like you durrr," Dean said with the goofy grin. He took a long swig of his beer, then got the crazy idea to sing a few very off key, county twanged, lines of "That's What Makes You Beautiful"

"Babyyyy you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmeddd
But when you smile at the ground it aint hard to telllll
You don't knowwww
Ohhhh Ohhhh
You don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can seeeee
You'll understand why I want you so desperatelyyyyy
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe
You don't knowwwww ohhhhh ohhhhh
You don't know you're beautiful
Ohhhh ohhhhh
That what makes you beautiful"

"I'm telling you yer pretty Azzz" He said, before reaching over to a drunken kiss, surprisingly not very sloppily, even if he tasted like beer. " He started tracing circles on her bare skin with his finger tips, just absentmindedly and also because he liked skin. What guy didn't?

[azrael murphy devlin]

He was met with an eyeroll at first, followed by silence. Yeah, sure, he was horribly off key, but still the old adage ‘drunken words are sober thoughts’ stuck out in her mind. As far as things went, she had just about given up trying to get him off that topic and onto something else. She few lines made her immediately try to shut him up, lest he bother Piper or alert anyone else that he was stumbling drunk. She blinked at him, pushing a few loose strands of hair back into the braid before he kissed her.

She was taken by surprise from it, her hand stilling in his hair as he kissed her, not sure quite how to react. It wasn’t like she didn’t like him, which would have more or less ended with him on the floor in pain, but she wasn’t quite sure how to proceed, so she just did what she felt she should do: she returned the kiss. She was already quite drunk, finally sitting down and letting the alcohol hit her systems, making her more relaxed than she normally was, which meant she was more willing to go with the flow of things, however they progressed.

The pattern on her skin made her jump again, pulling back with a sharp gasp, her muscles twitching and goosebumps rising on her flesh from the contact as she laughed a little, him barely grazing over the one ticklish spot on her body. “You’re such a fucking dork,” she said softly as she wiggled under his hands, trying to get him away from that spot.

[dean jackson starr]

Dean chuckled as she squirmed, his hands moving up just a bit more, under her shirt. "Nawwww I ain't that dorky, since when did dorks live in the deep south anyways?" Dean said, kissing Azi down her neck. "I can't believe you ain't been kissin' no one else, you're darn good at it." Was that the alcohol talking, Dean wasn't quite too sure about it. All he really knew was that he liked it, and all he really wanted right then and there was her.

His hands ran over her body again, up her side, down her spine. Her skin was soft, especially against his hands that were toughened up from climbing and such for years. His fingers ran along right under the edge of her jeans, not that he'd be coordinated enough to get them off by himself anyways.

[azrael murphy devlin]

She bit down on her lower lip, her skin jumping at his touches as she moved under him, making a small, completely girl sound when he kissed down her neck. It was a sound that she didn’t know she could make, one that made her self-conscious for a moment as his words registered. Azrael closed her eyes briefly, moving against him completely on accident and making that sound again as his hands traced her body, under her shirt and teasing at her hips. She managed to open her eyes to watch him, her fingers trailing through his hair and over his shoulders, light and careful, a butterfly touch.

“You do, so that would make you an exception, Dean,” she said, her voice breathy as her back arched up slightly, an involuntary movement in response to his roaming hands. She blinked up at him, knowing she was drunk and all the same enjoying the sensations coursing through her body. Biting her lower lip again, she drew it under as she wiggled, one hand reaching down to grab his hand for some reason, freezing when she did before withdrawing it again, dark eyes regarding him cautiously.

She could already tell that they’d managed to push her shirt up, exposing her stomach and the long line of her body. She wasn’t curvy like other girls were nor did she have the cute soft spots. The youngest Devlin was muscle and long planes stretched taught as she slid down fully on his bed, no longer able to keep both her and the older male upright. She’d given in and decided to enjoy the ride.