HUBBA HUBBA!

Crystal looked up when the door opened. "Sorry, we're clo – Holy shit!"

Six foot one of extremely hot naked guy (ADONIS) in a tiny towel, gasped, "Back door!"

Crystal blinked at him. "Uh . . . "

Second hot naked guy, even taller (HOLY FREAKING HELL) – also in a very small towel – dropped to his knees with a groan.

"Back door!" ADONIS said again, urgently.

"Uh . . . " Crap, is that blood?

Crystal heard a cop car, complete with siren, pull up out front.

Screw the back door.

"Quick, get back here, behind the bar!"

ADONIS got HOLY FREAKING HELL up and behind the bar, both dropping to the floor just as the door opened again and two cops piled in, weapons drawn.

"Oh, thank God!" Crystal shrieked, hysteria only a little exaggerated. "That way! Out the back!" She pointed wildly toward the hall leading to the back door.

The cops ran past her and out back.

ADONIS started to get up.

Crystal waved him back down. "Not yet!" she hissed.

HOLY FREAKING HELL gave a little sigh and collapsed, tiny towel riding up on extremely muscular, and hairy, thighs.

ADONIS bent anxiously over him and Crystal averted her eyes, blushing furiously.

They really were very small towels!

As expected, the cops came back through shortly. After a quick conversation (Crystal very aware of the hot naked fugitive breath on her legs) , the cops left.

Cursing herself for a fool, Crystal ran and locked both doors, front and back.

When she got back, HOLY FREAKING HELL was conscious and back on his feet, ADONIS steadying him, whispering into his ear.

"Thanks." ADONIS said, green eyes smiling warmly into hers.

"You, ah, you're welcome." With a huge effort Crystal managed to keep her eyes above his neck.

HOLY FREAKING HELL staggered a little. ADONIS grabbed him around the waist and just managed to catch his towel from slipping.

Crystal just managed to stop herself from being disappointed.

"Look," she offered, "I've got a bed in the room behind the bar, a cot really, your friend – "

"Brother."

"Oh. Well, your brother can lie down until it's safe to leave."

ADONIS looked down at himself and smiled wryly. "Not sure it's ever gonna be that safe."

Crystal was beginning to think that beet red was going to be her permanent complexion.

"Oh, well, I, uh, I've got some clothes upstairs you can have." She started to back toward the stairs, still babbling. "Go ahead and take your brother in back. I'll go get the clothes and, uh, I think I've got some bandages, too." She turned and hotfooted it up the stairs.

"Hey, wait, what's your name?"

She stopped and peered back downstairs. "Crystal?"

ADONIS smiled again and her heart skipped a beat.

"I'm Dean. This is Sam."

As she watched, he turned back to his brother and started to lead him toward the back room.

"Um - Dean?"

He didn't turn back to her, just kept a shaky Sam moving. "Yeah?"

"Where are your clothes?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at her. His grin flashed out again.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

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