Fic!
Title: First Time
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing:Dean/OFC
Length: Around 3,000 words
Summary: Dean's first girlfriend.
Written for spn_flashback Prompt #280 Dean all punked-out: Kool-Aid and Elmer's Glue in the hair, safety pins, patches, markers and staples in the clothing, eyeliner, nail polish, etc.
Note: This was originally going to go in a much different direction, but since the fic was due Septemer 5th (the blackout + school made it hard to finish) I decided to finish it off quickly. However, I will still be working on the other fic and try to finish that as well. The characters are the same, but the plot isn't. Also, this hasn't been betaed, so feel free to point out any typos.
Dean walked into the school and looked around until he found a sign for the main office. Dean swaggered down the hall and opened the door letting his beat-up bag drop to the ground in front of the receptionist's desk. The receptionist started at the sound of the heavy bag dropping to the ground and looked up. She eyed Dean up and down, taking in the ripped jeans, leather jacket and his hair. Though Dean's clothing was nothing to scoff at, with his jeans so threadbare that it seemed as if the safety pins in them were the only thing holding them together and the staples in his jacket, Dean's hair was the most notable thing about him. It was jet black, with just the tiniest bit of red at the tips. But the tips of his hair didn't brush his ears. Instead, it stuck straight up in the air from his forehead to the nape of his neck.
"Hi, my name's Dean Winchester and I just moved here. Could you please tell me where I'm supposed to go?" The secretary almost swooned at the sound of his soft, sexy voice.
"Um, um, just one moment please. I've just got to find your file in the database here," the secretary stuttered out. "Here we are, Dean Winchester. You're to report to room D109 for homeroom, and here's the rest of your schedule. D109 is just down the hall to your right," she said as she tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. " And feel free to come by if you need any help during the day," she said in a sultry tone.
"Thank you. I just might do that," Dean said with a wink as he walked out the door and down the hall.
Dean reached the door to his homeroom and paused for a moment. "Well, here it goes," he whispered to himself as he opened the door. Every head in the room turned towards him as he opened the door.
"And who might you be?" asked the teacher, turning towards Dean. Dean felt the stare of twenty-something people, all eyeing him up, from his ripped clothing to his hair.
"Uh, I'm Dean Winchester. I just moved here from-"
"Right, right. I know who you are," the teacher said, interrupting Dean. "Why don't you take that empty seat next to Lucy. I'm Mr. Johnston and I teach History."
Dean sat down at the desk Mr. Johnston had indicated. The girl, Lucy, wore big, thick glasses and had long hair that she let fall in front of her face.
"Hi Lucy, I'm Dean," he said, giving her his biggest smile. She just nodded without looking up and kept reading the book that she held on her lap. "What are you reading?" Dean pressed, trying to get her to talk to him. She lifted her book off her lap for a moment to show him the cover and then went back to reading, all without uttering a single sound. The cover of the book read, "Magic and the Occult" and made Dean even more interested in the quiet, but pretty Lucy.
"Don't even try with her. The only time she ever talks is in class when she answers every single question," came a voice from behind Dean. Dean turned around to see a blonde who gave him a smile so big that her bright white teeth almost blinded him. "Hi, my name's Bethany," she said, leaning forward just enough for Dean to see down her shirt.
"The name's Dean. I just moved here from Indiana," he said as he flashed her his best smile. The one that could charm the panties off an old lady; the one that he only used when he really wanted to make an impression. Because if Lucy wasn't going to pay attention to him, well then, Bethany was the next best thing. She has hot, blonde and interested, though all Dean really needed was the first.
"Wow, I've never even been out of the county. What's Indiana like?" she said with awe in her voice.
"Just like the rest of the Midwest. Flat plains with nothing to see for miles. Colorado's an exception, what with the mountains and all."
"So you didn't live in the city?" she asked disappointedly, as if she had been looking forward to hearing stories about Dean's wild life in the city.
"No, not in Indiana, but I've lived in a bunch of other cities all around this fair country of ours."
"Is there a reason you travel around so much?" said a soft voice. Dean turned back around to find Lucy staring at him with a gaze that would have been piercing had it not been hidden behind her glasses.
"So you can talk after all," Dean said, smirking at her.
"Yes. I just like to concentrate on my reading and prefer not to be interrupted. However, Bethany was panting so loud that I couldn't concentrate," she said in a clipped monotone.
Bethany's face started turning red, though with embarrassment or anger, Dean couldn't tell. "How dare you say such a thing!" Bethany hissed, leaning towards Lucy in a menacing way. Bethany made Lucy so nervous that she accidently knocked the book she was reading off of her desk.
"Ouch!" Lucy said, picking up the book and rubbing her toes.
"Well that's what you get for reading such thick books. They wouldn't hurt as much when the fell if they were lighter," Bethany said in an airy, know-it-all tone.
That almost-cat-fight, was the highlight of Dean's day. The rest of the day was pretty boring. The usual, "we have a new student", "here are your textbooks" and sitting through boring class after class. Thankfully he had a few classes with both Lucy and Bethany, but he didn't get to talk with either of them for the rest of the day. Dean was still puzzled over how Lucy's book came to fall to the ground, especially since it had been right in the middle of the desk, and he was still thinking about it when he came home from school that day.
"How was school?" John asked as soon as he walked in the door.
"The usual. Class to go to, work to do, girls too," Dean smirked. John just laughed.
"And no one gave you shit about...your getup?" John asked, gesturing to Dean's ensemble.
"Nah, why would they? I'm the new cool kid in town. No one's gonna mess with me," he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb.
"I still say you look like a freak!" Sam cried as he ran in the door, ducking to avoid Dean's swipe. Which was hard for him because he had already matched Dean in height.
"So says the kid who used to be known as 'that freak-ass smart kid.' By everyone in the school!"
"Now don't give your brother a hard time. It's not his fault every other kid in that place was as dumb as a pole."
"Yeah, yeah. Can we get some dinner? I'm hungry."
"Ooh! Can we get Chinese food?"
"Aw, c'mon Sammy. You know I hate that shit," Dean whined.
They ended up having Chinese anyways, much to Dean's chagrin. That night when Dean went to sleep he was still thinking about Bethany and Lucy. He decided to wait and see if anything else strange happened before he mentioned the incident to his father.
The next day in history class Dean sat next to Lucy who smiled at him from behind her hair. When Dean smiled back he felt eyes on the back of his neck. He turned around to find Bethany staring at him. When she noticed him looking she gave him a bright smile that he returned, but he could still feel her gaze on his back for the rest of class.
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Walking home from school, Dean thought about everything that had happened and decided that even if it turned out to be nothing, he should mention the strange occurrences to his father. He wasn't sure if it was the cause of some sort of ghost, or if it were a person, but Dean was sure that something strange was going on. Dean was still puzzling over it after dinner as he struggled with his homework that night. Sammy was bouncing off the walls, excited about some project they were doing in class, and it didn't help Dean's concentration.
"Will you be quiet? This shit is hard enough without you running all over the place. Why don't you sit down and do your homework? You always love that," Dean said, irritated.
Sam went into his room to get his schoolwork, a squeak of surprise emanating from the room causing Dean to chuckle. Sam emerged, horrorstruck and hold his schoolbag in front of him like it was contaminated.
"My, my, my..." Sam stuttered.
"What's wrong with your schoolbag, Sammy? Something in there that you don't like?"
"You did this?" Sam said, near tears. "You put…spaghetti-o's in my bag? What about my work? What am I going to do about my homework, I'll fail!" Sam cried hysterically.
"That's for asking me to make them tonight and then deciding you didn't want them anymore. What did you think I did with them? But don't worry, I'm not that mean. I'm just not gonna tell you what I did with your things, you're going to have to find them yourself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm done with my homework and I'd like to watch some TV," Dean said as he gathered his books and got up from the table.
"You're so mean!" Sam whined, drawing out the 'a' in mean.
"Well, that's what big brothers are supposed to do," Dean replied as he walked out of the room.
The very first thing Dean saw when he walked into school the next day was Bethany. Blonde hair and big boobs in his face, mouth going a mile a minute. She apologized for being so cranky the day before, and repeated her offer to study together.
Dean turned her down again, saying, "My dad's working late again. I really appreciate the offer, but I think I'll get along fine."
Dean only had one class alone with Lucy. The only reason Bethany wasn't there was probably because she couldn't find enough brain cells to actually do well in a class. So when Dean was alone with Lucy, which meant that Bethany wasn't around since everyone else gave Lucy a wide berth, he finally got up the guts to ask her for help catching up.
"I see Bethany after you almost every day, asking if you need help. Why don't you just ask her instead?" Lucy hissed.
"Well, if I did that, not only would I be torturing myself, but I'd only get further behind. I try to avoid her, but she's somehow always there."
"It never looks like you mind all that much; the way you ogle her chest as you talk," Lucy huffed.
"Do I detect some jealousy here? I never would have guessed. Lucy Ritter, interested in something other than a book," Dean teased as Lucy blushed.
"Alright, fine. I'll help you catch up. What classes do you need help in?" she said with a sigh.
"Um, all of them? Nah, I'm just kidding. But this school is a bit ahead of my last one so there are a few gaps in my knowledge."
"Well, as long as you bring the textbooks I'll bring my notes. Do you want to meet at your house or mine?"
Dean hesitated a moment before answering, "We can go to my house. Give my brother some food and homework and he doesn't make a sound."
That night, after dinner Dean cleaned every speck of their tiny house, including Sam's room.
"Dean, why are you cleaning the house? It was already neat."
Dean opened his mouth to answer, but just then the doorbell rang. Dean smoothed a hand through his hair, still in its mohawk, and went to answer the door.
"Hey," Dean said with a slow smile as he opened the door.
"Hi," Lucy responded. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail and her clothes were a little nicer than those she wore to school. Dean stepped back, allowing Lucy to enter the house.
Upon seeing Lucy, Sam cried, "Ooh! Now I see. Dean's got a cr-ush! Dean's got a cr-ush!" running around in circles as Dean blushed red so his face matched the tips of his hair.
"That's just my little brother Sam. He's got a bit of an overactive imagination. Sam, what did I say about letting your imagination run wild?" Dean asked Sam, gritting his teeth.
"That there's probably some truth in every myth?" Sam asked innocently. Dean sighed, walked over to Sam and whispered in his ear. Sam went pale and said, "It was nice to meet you, but I have a lot of homework to do. Goodbye," as he walked towards his room.
"Well he's...cute?" Lucy laughed as she watched Sam retreat.
"That's kids for you. So, you bring your notes?" Lucy held up the binders she was holding in her arms. "Great. I brought my textbooks out here. I thought it might be a little easier to work at a table and to leave the bedroom to my brother. He's really anal about his homework." Lucy laughed, and sat down as she put her binders on the table.
For the next few hours Dean and Lucy studied. Dean turned up the charm, and unlike in school, it worked. Lucy loosened up as the night went on and started flirting back; leaning into Dean as she spoke, brushing her arm against his as she reached for a book. When it came time to leave Dean offered Lucy a ride home, which she gladly accepted, it being so late.
"Is it alright if my brother comes in the car with us? I'm not allowed to leave him home alone," Dean asked Lucy, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll get my stuff together while you go get him." Dean knocked on Sam's door and went in, emerging with Sam in tow. John had left the Impala there and they all piled in with Lucy in the front and Sam in the back-seat.
The car was quiet on the way to Lucy's house. When they got there Dean pulled up in front of Lucy's house and cut the engine. "Let me walk you to the door," he said as he got out and opened Lucy's door for her. They talked quietly about school as they walked to over to her house. When they reached Lucy's front door she hesitated. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Dean answered softly, leaning in towards Lucy. Lucy looked at Dean and leaned forwards, putting her hand on his shoulder before leaning in to press her lips to his. The kiss was sweet and chaste. They parted after a few moments and smiled at each other. "Good night. I'll see you in homeroom," Dean said, leaning forward to give her a peck on the cheek before he turned and walked back to his car. Lucy stood on her porch, watching him go. She opened her door slowly, pausing to wave as Dean drove away.
The next day, Dean sat next to Lucy in all his classes. They talked in hushed voices, laughing ever so often. Bethany glared at them from her seat, but didn't say anything. She knew that she had been defeated.
Dean and Lucy dated for the rest of the school year. He even invited her along when the family had a celebration for Sam's birthday. Lucy never knew the truth about Dean Winchester's family, but she knew him better than anyone else would over the next few years. When it finally came time for the Winchesters to leave no one wanted to. Dean went over to Lucy's to tell her the sad news. Dean stayed at Lucy's, and they stayed up all night, talking like nothing was going to happen, but their sadness hung between them. Dean was leaving in the morning, and it was too hard to deal with for them both. Lucy had been Dean's first girlfriend, and Dean hers. They would always remember each other with fond memories.
When it came time to leave Dean kissed Lucy with all his heart. She knew he was leaving and couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes as he kissed her. She threw her arms around him, not wanting to ever let go. But she knew she'd have to because his dad's car had pulled up in front of her house and it was time to leave.
"Tell me you'll come back," she whispered tearfully into his ear.
"I promise, one day, I'll be back," Dean said, his face buried in her hair. And then they let go of each other. Dean walked down her stairs and got into his car while Lucy stood on the porch, crying, but waving as he drove off, just like the first time they had kissed.
Years later, Dean pulled up in front of Lucy's house. He didn't know if she still lived there, or if she would recognize her without his mohawk, but he had promised to come back and he always kept his promises. He walked up her front steps, pausing before knocking firmly on the door. The door swung open and Dean smiled. There was Lucy, more than ten years older, but just as he remembered her from tenth grade.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said back, breathlessly, recognition present in her eyes.
"I told you I'd come back," he said, and smiled.
You always remember your first love, and Dean was no exception.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing:Dean/OFC
Length: Around 3,000 words
Summary: Dean's first girlfriend.
Written for spn_flashback Prompt #280 Dean all punked-out: Kool-Aid and Elmer's Glue in the hair, safety pins, patches, markers and staples in the clothing, eyeliner, nail polish, etc.
Note: This was originally going to go in a much different direction, but since the fic was due Septemer 5th (the blackout + school made it hard to finish) I decided to finish it off quickly. However, I will still be working on the other fic and try to finish that as well. The characters are the same, but the plot isn't. Also, this hasn't been betaed, so feel free to point out any typos.
Dean walked into the school and looked around until he found a sign for the main office. Dean swaggered down the hall and opened the door letting his beat-up bag drop to the ground in front of the receptionist's desk. The receptionist started at the sound of the heavy bag dropping to the ground and looked up. She eyed Dean up and down, taking in the ripped jeans, leather jacket and his hair. Though Dean's clothing was nothing to scoff at, with his jeans so threadbare that it seemed as if the safety pins in them were the only thing holding them together and the staples in his jacket, Dean's hair was the most notable thing about him. It was jet black, with just the tiniest bit of red at the tips. But the tips of his hair didn't brush his ears. Instead, it stuck straight up in the air from his forehead to the nape of his neck.
"Hi, my name's Dean Winchester and I just moved here. Could you please tell me where I'm supposed to go?" The secretary almost swooned at the sound of his soft, sexy voice.
"Um, um, just one moment please. I've just got to find your file in the database here," the secretary stuttered out. "Here we are, Dean Winchester. You're to report to room D109 for homeroom, and here's the rest of your schedule. D109 is just down the hall to your right," she said as she tossed her long red hair over her shoulder. " And feel free to come by if you need any help during the day," she said in a sultry tone.
"Thank you. I just might do that," Dean said with a wink as he walked out the door and down the hall.
Dean reached the door to his homeroom and paused for a moment. "Well, here it goes," he whispered to himself as he opened the door. Every head in the room turned towards him as he opened the door.
"And who might you be?" asked the teacher, turning towards Dean. Dean felt the stare of twenty-something people, all eyeing him up, from his ripped clothing to his hair.
"Uh, I'm Dean Winchester. I just moved here from-"
"Right, right. I know who you are," the teacher said, interrupting Dean. "Why don't you take that empty seat next to Lucy. I'm Mr. Johnston and I teach History."
Dean sat down at the desk Mr. Johnston had indicated. The girl, Lucy, wore big, thick glasses and had long hair that she let fall in front of her face.
"Hi Lucy, I'm Dean," he said, giving her his biggest smile. She just nodded without looking up and kept reading the book that she held on her lap. "What are you reading?" Dean pressed, trying to get her to talk to him. She lifted her book off her lap for a moment to show him the cover and then went back to reading, all without uttering a single sound. The cover of the book read, "Magic and the Occult" and made Dean even more interested in the quiet, but pretty Lucy.
"Don't even try with her. The only time she ever talks is in class when she answers every single question," came a voice from behind Dean. Dean turned around to see a blonde who gave him a smile so big that her bright white teeth almost blinded him. "Hi, my name's Bethany," she said, leaning forward just enough for Dean to see down her shirt.
"The name's Dean. I just moved here from Indiana," he said as he flashed her his best smile. The one that could charm the panties off an old lady; the one that he only used when he really wanted to make an impression. Because if Lucy wasn't going to pay attention to him, well then, Bethany was the next best thing. She has hot, blonde and interested, though all Dean really needed was the first.
"Wow, I've never even been out of the county. What's Indiana like?" she said with awe in her voice.
"Just like the rest of the Midwest. Flat plains with nothing to see for miles. Colorado's an exception, what with the mountains and all."
"So you didn't live in the city?" she asked disappointedly, as if she had been looking forward to hearing stories about Dean's wild life in the city.
"No, not in Indiana, but I've lived in a bunch of other cities all around this fair country of ours."
"Is there a reason you travel around so much?" said a soft voice. Dean turned back around to find Lucy staring at him with a gaze that would have been piercing had it not been hidden behind her glasses.
"So you can talk after all," Dean said, smirking at her.
"Yes. I just like to concentrate on my reading and prefer not to be interrupted. However, Bethany was panting so loud that I couldn't concentrate," she said in a clipped monotone.
Bethany's face started turning red, though with embarrassment or anger, Dean couldn't tell. "How dare you say such a thing!" Bethany hissed, leaning towards Lucy in a menacing way. Bethany made Lucy so nervous that she accidently knocked the book she was reading off of her desk.
"Ouch!" Lucy said, picking up the book and rubbing her toes.
"Well that's what you get for reading such thick books. They wouldn't hurt as much when the fell if they were lighter," Bethany said in an airy, know-it-all tone.
That almost-cat-fight, was the highlight of Dean's day. The rest of the day was pretty boring. The usual, "we have a new student", "here are your textbooks" and sitting through boring class after class. Thankfully he had a few classes with both Lucy and Bethany, but he didn't get to talk with either of them for the rest of the day. Dean was still puzzled over how Lucy's book came to fall to the ground, especially since it had been right in the middle of the desk, and he was still thinking about it when he came home from school that day.
"How was school?" John asked as soon as he walked in the door.
"The usual. Class to go to, work to do, girls too," Dean smirked. John just laughed.
"And no one gave you shit about...your getup?" John asked, gesturing to Dean's ensemble.
"Nah, why would they? I'm the new cool kid in town. No one's gonna mess with me," he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb.
"I still say you look like a freak!" Sam cried as he ran in the door, ducking to avoid Dean's swipe. Which was hard for him because he had already matched Dean in height.
"So says the kid who used to be known as 'that freak-ass smart kid.' By everyone in the school!"
"Now don't give your brother a hard time. It's not his fault every other kid in that place was as dumb as a pole."
"Yeah, yeah. Can we get some dinner? I'm hungry."
"Ooh! Can we get Chinese food?"
"Aw, c'mon Sammy. You know I hate that shit," Dean whined.
They ended up having Chinese anyways, much to Dean's chagrin. That night when Dean went to sleep he was still thinking about Bethany and Lucy. He decided to wait and see if anything else strange happened before he mentioned the incident to his father.
The next day in history class Dean sat next to Lucy who smiled at him from behind her hair. When Dean smiled back he felt eyes on the back of his neck. He turned around to find Bethany staring at him. When she noticed him looking she gave him a bright smile that he returned, but he could still feel her gaze on his back for the rest of class.
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Walking home from school, Dean thought about everything that had happened and decided that even if it turned out to be nothing, he should mention the strange occurrences to his father. He wasn't sure if it was the cause of some sort of ghost, or if it were a person, but Dean was sure that something strange was going on. Dean was still puzzling over it after dinner as he struggled with his homework that night. Sammy was bouncing off the walls, excited about some project they were doing in class, and it didn't help Dean's concentration.
"Will you be quiet? This shit is hard enough without you running all over the place. Why don't you sit down and do your homework? You always love that," Dean said, irritated.
Sam went into his room to get his schoolwork, a squeak of surprise emanating from the room causing Dean to chuckle. Sam emerged, horrorstruck and hold his schoolbag in front of him like it was contaminated.
"My, my, my..." Sam stuttered.
"What's wrong with your schoolbag, Sammy? Something in there that you don't like?"
"You did this?" Sam said, near tears. "You put…spaghetti-o's in my bag? What about my work? What am I going to do about my homework, I'll fail!" Sam cried hysterically.
"That's for asking me to make them tonight and then deciding you didn't want them anymore. What did you think I did with them? But don't worry, I'm not that mean. I'm just not gonna tell you what I did with your things, you're going to have to find them yourself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm done with my homework and I'd like to watch some TV," Dean said as he gathered his books and got up from the table.
"You're so mean!" Sam whined, drawing out the 'a' in mean.
"Well, that's what big brothers are supposed to do," Dean replied as he walked out of the room.
The very first thing Dean saw when he walked into school the next day was Bethany. Blonde hair and big boobs in his face, mouth going a mile a minute. She apologized for being so cranky the day before, and repeated her offer to study together.
Dean turned her down again, saying, "My dad's working late again. I really appreciate the offer, but I think I'll get along fine."
Dean only had one class alone with Lucy. The only reason Bethany wasn't there was probably because she couldn't find enough brain cells to actually do well in a class. So when Dean was alone with Lucy, which meant that Bethany wasn't around since everyone else gave Lucy a wide berth, he finally got up the guts to ask her for help catching up.
"I see Bethany after you almost every day, asking if you need help. Why don't you just ask her instead?" Lucy hissed.
"Well, if I did that, not only would I be torturing myself, but I'd only get further behind. I try to avoid her, but she's somehow always there."
"It never looks like you mind all that much; the way you ogle her chest as you talk," Lucy huffed.
"Do I detect some jealousy here? I never would have guessed. Lucy Ritter, interested in something other than a book," Dean teased as Lucy blushed.
"Alright, fine. I'll help you catch up. What classes do you need help in?" she said with a sigh.
"Um, all of them? Nah, I'm just kidding. But this school is a bit ahead of my last one so there are a few gaps in my knowledge."
"Well, as long as you bring the textbooks I'll bring my notes. Do you want to meet at your house or mine?"
Dean hesitated a moment before answering, "We can go to my house. Give my brother some food and homework and he doesn't make a sound."
That night, after dinner Dean cleaned every speck of their tiny house, including Sam's room.
"Dean, why are you cleaning the house? It was already neat."
Dean opened his mouth to answer, but just then the doorbell rang. Dean smoothed a hand through his hair, still in its mohawk, and went to answer the door.
"Hey," Dean said with a slow smile as he opened the door.
"Hi," Lucy responded. Her hair was pulled away from her face in a ponytail and her clothes were a little nicer than those she wore to school. Dean stepped back, allowing Lucy to enter the house.
Upon seeing Lucy, Sam cried, "Ooh! Now I see. Dean's got a cr-ush! Dean's got a cr-ush!" running around in circles as Dean blushed red so his face matched the tips of his hair.
"That's just my little brother Sam. He's got a bit of an overactive imagination. Sam, what did I say about letting your imagination run wild?" Dean asked Sam, gritting his teeth.
"That there's probably some truth in every myth?" Sam asked innocently. Dean sighed, walked over to Sam and whispered in his ear. Sam went pale and said, "It was nice to meet you, but I have a lot of homework to do. Goodbye," as he walked towards his room.
"Well he's...cute?" Lucy laughed as she watched Sam retreat.
"That's kids for you. So, you bring your notes?" Lucy held up the binders she was holding in her arms. "Great. I brought my textbooks out here. I thought it might be a little easier to work at a table and to leave the bedroom to my brother. He's really anal about his homework." Lucy laughed, and sat down as she put her binders on the table.
For the next few hours Dean and Lucy studied. Dean turned up the charm, and unlike in school, it worked. Lucy loosened up as the night went on and started flirting back; leaning into Dean as she spoke, brushing her arm against his as she reached for a book. When it came time to leave Dean offered Lucy a ride home, which she gladly accepted, it being so late.
"Is it alright if my brother comes in the car with us? I'm not allowed to leave him home alone," Dean asked Lucy, a little embarrassed.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll get my stuff together while you go get him." Dean knocked on Sam's door and went in, emerging with Sam in tow. John had left the Impala there and they all piled in with Lucy in the front and Sam in the back-seat.
The car was quiet on the way to Lucy's house. When they got there Dean pulled up in front of Lucy's house and cut the engine. "Let me walk you to the door," he said as he got out and opened Lucy's door for her. They talked quietly about school as they walked to over to her house. When they reached Lucy's front door she hesitated. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Dean answered softly, leaning in towards Lucy. Lucy looked at Dean and leaned forwards, putting her hand on his shoulder before leaning in to press her lips to his. The kiss was sweet and chaste. They parted after a few moments and smiled at each other. "Good night. I'll see you in homeroom," Dean said, leaning forward to give her a peck on the cheek before he turned and walked back to his car. Lucy stood on her porch, watching him go. She opened her door slowly, pausing to wave as Dean drove away.
The next day, Dean sat next to Lucy in all his classes. They talked in hushed voices, laughing ever so often. Bethany glared at them from her seat, but didn't say anything. She knew that she had been defeated.
Dean and Lucy dated for the rest of the school year. He even invited her along when the family had a celebration for Sam's birthday. Lucy never knew the truth about Dean Winchester's family, but she knew him better than anyone else would over the next few years. When it finally came time for the Winchesters to leave no one wanted to. Dean went over to Lucy's to tell her the sad news. Dean stayed at Lucy's, and they stayed up all night, talking like nothing was going to happen, but their sadness hung between them. Dean was leaving in the morning, and it was too hard to deal with for them both. Lucy had been Dean's first girlfriend, and Dean hers. They would always remember each other with fond memories.
When it came time to leave Dean kissed Lucy with all his heart. She knew he was leaving and couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes as he kissed her. She threw her arms around him, not wanting to ever let go. But she knew she'd have to because his dad's car had pulled up in front of her house and it was time to leave.
"Tell me you'll come back," she whispered tearfully into his ear.
"I promise, one day, I'll be back," Dean said, his face buried in her hair. And then they let go of each other. Dean walked down her stairs and got into his car while Lucy stood on the porch, crying, but waving as he drove off, just like the first time they had kissed.
Years later, Dean pulled up in front of Lucy's house. He didn't know if she still lived there, or if she would recognize her without his mohawk, but he had promised to come back and he always kept his promises. He walked up her front steps, pausing before knocking firmly on the door. The door swung open and Dean smiled. There was Lucy, more than ten years older, but just as he remembered her from tenth grade.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said back, breathlessly, recognition present in her eyes.
"I told you I'd come back," he said, and smiled.
You always remember your first love, and Dean was no exception.