Background Information: Dean is a hunter on the side and owns his own business. He loans people money in a deal that he gets half of everything. Dean's the ladies man and every woman and girl loves his charm. He's a very powerful man and doesn't like to hear the word 'no.' When he hears no he tries everything in his power to get what he wants.
Authors Note: Be easy on this one guys…I'm having the most horrible week ever. The reason there are new stories coming up is because a lot of the old ones are being re-written like Secrecy of Daughter, Pureblood of an Innocent Creature…etc. I noticed my stories back then had horrible grammar and I wasn't really going anywhere with the story so you will be seeing them deleted but no worries they are being re-written, re-plotted, re-bannered, re-casted (ha) and new plots and everything. So don't get mad I just want to get them back in the game and I feel that if I rewrite them they will be even better. So…here we go…
"Look Mr. Lawrence I'm just trying to run a business here you understand that right?" asked Dean as he sat back in his chair folding his hands in his lap.
"And when you came to me a few months ago for help in the money department you agreed on the terms and conditions that I get half of everything."
"I understand but-"
"Mr. Lawrence do you have my money or not?"
Thomas Lawrence looked up at Dean from his lap and shook his head, "No."
"Then it looks like I'm going to be the new owner of Lawrence Garage."
"Please give me another chance!" Dean shook his head and rubbed at it feeling a migraine coming on.
"Dad what's taking so long?" asked Janelle walking into the office. Dean looked up from Mr. Lawrence about to scream at her to get out of here when he saw her. She had shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, full plump lips…a face of an angel. She was wearing a short pink summer dress. "Daddy we have dinner plans and we're going to be late."
"I'll be there in a minute just go sit in the car and-"
"No, no," said Dean standing up with that smirk on his face, "I wouldn't dream of having this young lady sitting in a hot car on a day like this. You know how hot it is out there."
"The car has air conditioning," said Janelle looking at him oddly.
"Right but probably not as good as the air in here. I'm Dean Winchester," he put his hand out and she took it.
"Janelle…Thomas's daughter." She shook it.
Dean turned his head to look at Thomas, "Didn't know you were even married Mr. Lawrence."
"I'm not," said Thomas getting up from his chair, "been divorced for a good 17 years now."
"Sorry to hear that," he said and looked back at Janelle with a smile. She gave him a small smile before turning back to her father, "I'll wait out in the hall-"
"Two weeks," said Dean turning back to Mr. Lawrence who looked shocked.
"Take it or leave it."
"Take it," said Mr. Lawrence with a smile on his face and shook Dean's hand.
"Good, I'll be by in a couple days to see how things are going for you." Mr. Lawrence nodded and Dean turned his attention back to Janelle, "And Janelle if you're not doing anything later, I'm meeting a few friends down at the bar on Bishop Road. I would love if you could come."
Janelle smirked knowing his game, "Maybe…no promises." She looked back at her dad, "Ready?"
Thomas nodded and the two walked out of Dean's office. Dean walked to the doorway and watched Janelle walking away. "Damn," he said to himself.
Janelle wrapped her arm around her father, "Everything ok dad?"
Thomas looked down at his daughter and smiled, "Nothing for you to worry about."
"What was that all about? What is this place anyway?" She looked behind her and noticed Dean staring at her as she walked away.
"Like I said nothing for you need to worry about."
Janelle threw her hair up in a clip as she walked into the bar and grill. She went straight up to the bartender and the woman smiled at her, "How can I help ya sweetie?"
"My dad ordered some food last name Lawrence," she said as she stood against the bar.
"No problem be right up," she said as she walked away.
Dean was sitting at a table with a bunch of guys and a couple girls. He had his arm around one whispering in her ear. He glanced up with a smirk and saw Janelle standing at the bar. She had on a pair of black capris and a red tank top. He took his arm off the girl's shoulders and excused himself from the table. The girl looked at him shocked as he walked up to the bar.
"Glad you could make it," said Dean with a smirk as he leaned against the bar next to her and took a sip from his beer bottle.
Janelle whipped her head around and was surprised to see Dean. She didn't even pay attention to what road she was on when she pulled up to the bar and grille.
"Actually no…just came to grab dinner for my dad." She felt a little uneasy next to Dean and she looked down the bar waiting on the bartender to bring back their food so she could get the hell out.
Dean knew he had to step up his game with this one. She already looked like she was getting bored, "So…you like the bar?" He began to walk around the edge of the bar and lifted up the part of the bar to go behind it watching her look around.
Janelle had to admit it was a nice bar and grill. One of the nicest ones she's been to. She looked back at him and shrugged, "Yeah, it's nice."
"I own it." He smirked at her his hands on top of the bar.
Janelle arched an eyebrow, "Sure ok." She shook her head not believing him one bit. She saw the bartender walk back with her food and placed it next to her.
"Here ya go sweetie."
"Hey Minka," said Dean looking at her and smacks her ass asking, "Who owns the bar baby?"
Janelle watched as the bartender, Minka, rolled her eyes in annoyance, "You do Dean."
Janelle looked at Dean a bit shocked and he looked at her with a shit eating grin on his face, "See."
"Is there anything you don't own in this town?" She began to pull money out of her purse and she looked up at him catching him licking his bottom lip and slightly biting on it as he looked her up and down.
"Well, there is one thing."
Janelle scoffed and shook her head, "Keep dreaming." She went to hand Minka the money when Dean put his hand over hers.
"On the house."
"I can't possibly do that-"
"Yes you can and you will."
Janelle shook her head a slight smirk playing on her lips, "Alright Dean…whatever you say." She put the money back in her purse and grabbed the bag of food.
Dean winked at her before walking a little ways over to talk to someone. Janelle watched as Dean greeted the customer and noticed they had to have been long time friends by the handshake.
"Don't let his charm fool you," said Minka watching Dean with her arms crossed.
"What?" Janelle looked at her.
"Sure he'll give you what you want but at a price." Minka looked at Janelle and smirked, "I slept with him to get this job and after that he stopped talking to me. He got what he wanted and I got what I needed. But now he only talks to me when he wants something and I think both you and I know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not planning on doing anything with him."
"That's what they all say."
"Hey Minka, quit lounging around and get working on the customers." Dean shook his head and walked around the bar and up to Janelle. "So you need a ride back after you drop off your old man's food?"
"Actually it's dinner for two tonight."
"Alright," he sighed, "Tomorrow night."
"I don't think so." She shook her head and walked out.
Dean stood there confused. She said no to him. No one said no to him. No woman has ever said no to him!
"Looks like the Winchester charm doesn't work on everyone," said Minka with a smile on her face and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Give it time she'll warm up to me…whether she likes it or not." Dean took a swig of his beer staring at Janelle through a window as she got into her car.
"You can't make her like you."
"Who says?" Dean smirked as he watched her drive off.
Minka rolled her eyes. She's never seen Dean chase a girl like this. Then again, she never saw a girl turn down Dean.