Those Hot Summer Nights, for snugduff (Dean/OFC, R)
Title: Those Hot Summer Nights
Author: stars91
Recipient: snugduff
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Summary: Pre-Series - Dean’s ‘something’ turns into a night he’ll never forget.
Author’s Notes: 1,643 words - Just playing in the sandbox, I don’t own any of it. Thanks goes to cornerofmadness for the beta!
July 1995 - Dripping Springs, Texas
The Winchesters had never stayed in one place for too long. John had drilled it into the boys’ heads that they had people to save and the ‘family business’ required them to pick up stakes and move, sometimes in the middle of the night, so for them to be going on ten months in the same town was highly unusual. Not that Dean was going to say one bad thing about where they were living or how long they’d been living there. The town was mediocre at best and the gawd awful Texas heat in mid-July was enough to make anyone want to just shoot themselves but he wasn’t going to complain, not now. He was too interested in…the scenery…to bring it to his Dad’s attention just how much he really didn’t like it here.
The scenery’s name was Elizabeth Marie Wallace and she was two grades ahead of Dean in school. He’d caught her staring at him in Study Hall on more than one occasion. After waging a week-long internal argument with himself over why it wasn’t a good idea to talk to her, get to know her, draw unwanted attention to himself or his family, hormones won out and Dean decided to start up a conversation with her one day after school.
In a relatively short amount of time, he had learned that she was a new comer to this town and school, too. Her father had been an Air Force pilot and they’d moved around a lot from base to base until he finally retired last summer. Apparently, her daddy’s ancestors were some of the original settlers of the town and so he’d dragged his wife and their only daughter back to Dripping Springs to settle down and make the small town their permanent home. This was all information Dean had learned the second week of October, and now it was finally their summer vacation.
Dean and Elizabeth had made a pact early on that their friendship, or whatever it was they had, would be kept a secret. It seemed that Elizabeth was as private of a person as Dean. Whether she was secretly ashamed of him and his seemingly vagabond existence up until now, he wasn’t sure but he didn’t really think that’s what it was. There was something else there, and as curious as he was, he respected her privacy. He sure didn’t want her finding out what his dad really did do for a living or how they got by, so whatever her reasons were for keeping him a secret to the outside world was perfectly fine with him. Just as it was perfectly fine that he didn’t have to mention to his dad or his brother that he had a…something.
Until this particular school year, the Winchesters had always moved around too much for Dean to have sufficient time to develop any type of relationship with a girl. Sure, he’d made out numerous times with different girls, but he’d always kept his distance emotionally and there had never been enough time to get to the point where the physical aspect could go much beyond first base. This school year was different though. Elizabeth, whom he now referred to as just Liz because she liked it, was different.
Liz was almost three years older than him and although he’d never outright asked her before, he had a feeling that she was more experienced as well. Maybe that was his inexperience making him a little paranoid but, whatever the case, the sexual tension between the two of them could almost be cut with a knife, as the saying goes. Thankfully, the only class Dean had had with Liz during the school year was Study Hall and the rest of the day she had avoided him like the plague. Although it seemed like she avoided everyone like the plague, so he never took it personally. Besides, there was their pact.
* * * * *
Liz had stopped by the park where she knew she would find Dean hanging out, waiting on his little brother to finish his soccer practice. She had casually sidled up beside him, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, like just another spectator. In an almost whisper she gave Dean instructions. “There’s a swimming hole at the edge of town, back into a cove. Meet me there tonight after dark.”
Dean nodded silently, keeping his eyes trained on Sam as he practiced with his team. He had to play it cool, not only for Liz’s sake but for his own reputation as well. He was Dean Winchester, after all, and if he even gave off the faintest hint of ‘over excited by the possibilities of getting laid,’ he would go from cool loner dude to big fat geek in the matter of seconds. There were, after all, other kids their age around, word would travel at warp speed if they were given any inclination that Liz and Dean were….something.
Liz watched the practice with feigned interest, putting up appearances that she thought eleven and twelve-year-old boys playing soccer was fascinating. At least for a few minutes. Turning suddenly, she jogged off towards a well worn trail that led down a hill and around the outside of the park’s limits, putting Dean Winchester and what she had planned for the evening in the back of her mind.
Dean smiled to himself when he felt Liz move away from him. She couldn’t have picked a better night to decide to hook up over the summer if she’d tried. Sammy was headed to a friend’s house later for a camp-out birthday something or other and their dad would be out hunting and that meant Dean was all by himself. And for once, this wasn’t going to end up being one of those kind of alone times.
“Ewww, Dean!”
Dean was quickly brought out of his thoughts by his brother’s words.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Sam looked uneasy, almost ill. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”
“Huh? Who?” Dean looked at his little brother, brow furrowed, questioning.
Sam leaned close to his brother so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Mrs. Jennings.”
Dean smiled from ear to ear, put an arm around Sam's sweaty neck and pulled him into a headlock, guiding him towards the park’s entrance and home. “Dude, I was just jerking with you. You’re like the most gullible kid on earth.”
Sam struggled to get out of his brother’s grip. Finally he wrenched himself free and shoved his brother away. “That’s not funny!”
Dean waggled his eyebrows. “It is to me.”
“She was my teacher!”
“Exactly.”
* * * * *
The sun was finally starting to set and Dean couldn’t have been happier. His dad dropped Sam off at his friend’s house on his way out of town to hunt whatever it was he was hunting. That had been almost three hours ago and in the time since, Dean had showered, shaved and probably put on enough deodorant, aftershave and cologne to ward off any demon, but he wasn’t taking any chances. This might be his one and only shot at it with Liz and he wasn’t about to blow it by smelling bad. That theory might be tested though, he was going to have to walk the two or so miles to where he was supposed to meet her since his dad took off with their only vehicle.
Though the day had been sweltering, the evening had cooled to a tolerable temperature and Dean was thankful as he approached the dark swimming hole. “Liz?”
A small flashlight clicked on seconds after her name escaped his lips and Dean smiled. He could see her outline now, though still barely visible in the darkness of the hidden cove. Measuring his steps carefully, Dean made his way around the edge of the water to where Liz was sitting. When he was finally close enough and his eyes had adjusted to the near blackness the cove offered them, Dean could see a blanket spread across the flat rock, mere steps away from the water’s edge. Before taking a seat next to his evening’s companion, Dean toed off his shoes, getting more comfortable.
Conversation between them had always been sporadic. Some days they easily talked for hours, other days barely a word was said, time passing in other more enjoyable ways. Tonight was obviously going to be one spent in near silence. Dean learned to judge early on where Liz’s mood was. Tonight would be as the King had once sung, ‘a little less conversation, a lot more action,’ and that was perfectly fine with him.
The kisses were gentle, almost chaste at first, a far cry from their usual fare. Tonight, however, was not usual and they both knew it. A slow, torturous burn boiled in Dean’s belly but he knew, had read and had listened unbeknownst to some of the older guys and girls at school just what slow and tortuous did to girls. If he was about ready to crawl out of his skin he knew he was on the right track, he just had to have more patience than he’d ever had for anything in his entire life.
What he lacked in real life experience, Dean made up for with his imagination and lots of late night cable movies in more sleazy hotels than he cared to fess up to. He might not know the details but he at least had the fundamentals down and he figured he could fake his way through the rest. Time seemed to fly by at the speed of light, one minute he was kissing his way up and down her body and the next they were connecting in the most intimate way possible. The feeling of this first time, his first time, was more than he could have ever imagined.
The End.
Author: stars91
Recipient: snugduff
Rating: R
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Summary: Pre-Series - Dean’s ‘something’ turns into a night he’ll never forget.
Author’s Notes: 1,643 words - Just playing in the sandbox, I don’t own any of it. Thanks goes to cornerofmadness for the beta!
July 1995 - Dripping Springs, Texas
The Winchesters had never stayed in one place for too long. John had drilled it into the boys’ heads that they had people to save and the ‘family business’ required them to pick up stakes and move, sometimes in the middle of the night, so for them to be going on ten months in the same town was highly unusual. Not that Dean was going to say one bad thing about where they were living or how long they’d been living there. The town was mediocre at best and the gawd awful Texas heat in mid-July was enough to make anyone want to just shoot themselves but he wasn’t going to complain, not now. He was too interested in…the scenery…to bring it to his Dad’s attention just how much he really didn’t like it here.
The scenery’s name was Elizabeth Marie Wallace and she was two grades ahead of Dean in school. He’d caught her staring at him in Study Hall on more than one occasion. After waging a week-long internal argument with himself over why it wasn’t a good idea to talk to her, get to know her, draw unwanted attention to himself or his family, hormones won out and Dean decided to start up a conversation with her one day after school.
In a relatively short amount of time, he had learned that she was a new comer to this town and school, too. Her father had been an Air Force pilot and they’d moved around a lot from base to base until he finally retired last summer. Apparently, her daddy’s ancestors were some of the original settlers of the town and so he’d dragged his wife and their only daughter back to Dripping Springs to settle down and make the small town their permanent home. This was all information Dean had learned the second week of October, and now it was finally their summer vacation.
Dean and Elizabeth had made a pact early on that their friendship, or whatever it was they had, would be kept a secret. It seemed that Elizabeth was as private of a person as Dean. Whether she was secretly ashamed of him and his seemingly vagabond existence up until now, he wasn’t sure but he didn’t really think that’s what it was. There was something else there, and as curious as he was, he respected her privacy. He sure didn’t want her finding out what his dad really did do for a living or how they got by, so whatever her reasons were for keeping him a secret to the outside world was perfectly fine with him. Just as it was perfectly fine that he didn’t have to mention to his dad or his brother that he had a…something.
Until this particular school year, the Winchesters had always moved around too much for Dean to have sufficient time to develop any type of relationship with a girl. Sure, he’d made out numerous times with different girls, but he’d always kept his distance emotionally and there had never been enough time to get to the point where the physical aspect could go much beyond first base. This school year was different though. Elizabeth, whom he now referred to as just Liz because she liked it, was different.
Liz was almost three years older than him and although he’d never outright asked her before, he had a feeling that she was more experienced as well. Maybe that was his inexperience making him a little paranoid but, whatever the case, the sexual tension between the two of them could almost be cut with a knife, as the saying goes. Thankfully, the only class Dean had had with Liz during the school year was Study Hall and the rest of the day she had avoided him like the plague. Although it seemed like she avoided everyone like the plague, so he never took it personally. Besides, there was their pact.
* * * * *
Liz had stopped by the park where she knew she would find Dean hanging out, waiting on his little brother to finish his soccer practice. She had casually sidled up beside him, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, like just another spectator. In an almost whisper she gave Dean instructions. “There’s a swimming hole at the edge of town, back into a cove. Meet me there tonight after dark.”
Dean nodded silently, keeping his eyes trained on Sam as he practiced with his team. He had to play it cool, not only for Liz’s sake but for his own reputation as well. He was Dean Winchester, after all, and if he even gave off the faintest hint of ‘over excited by the possibilities of getting laid,’ he would go from cool loner dude to big fat geek in the matter of seconds. There were, after all, other kids their age around, word would travel at warp speed if they were given any inclination that Liz and Dean were….something.
Liz watched the practice with feigned interest, putting up appearances that she thought eleven and twelve-year-old boys playing soccer was fascinating. At least for a few minutes. Turning suddenly, she jogged off towards a well worn trail that led down a hill and around the outside of the park’s limits, putting Dean Winchester and what she had planned for the evening in the back of her mind.
Dean smiled to himself when he felt Liz move away from him. She couldn’t have picked a better night to decide to hook up over the summer if she’d tried. Sammy was headed to a friend’s house later for a camp-out birthday something or other and their dad would be out hunting and that meant Dean was all by himself. And for once, this wasn’t going to end up being one of those kind of alone times.
“Ewww, Dean!”
Dean was quickly brought out of his thoughts by his brother’s words.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Sam looked uneasy, almost ill. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”
“Huh? Who?” Dean looked at his little brother, brow furrowed, questioning.
Sam leaned close to his brother so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Mrs. Jennings.”
Dean smiled from ear to ear, put an arm around Sam's sweaty neck and pulled him into a headlock, guiding him towards the park’s entrance and home. “Dude, I was just jerking with you. You’re like the most gullible kid on earth.”
Sam struggled to get out of his brother’s grip. Finally he wrenched himself free and shoved his brother away. “That’s not funny!”
Dean waggled his eyebrows. “It is to me.”
“She was my teacher!”
“Exactly.”
* * * * *
The sun was finally starting to set and Dean couldn’t have been happier. His dad dropped Sam off at his friend’s house on his way out of town to hunt whatever it was he was hunting. That had been almost three hours ago and in the time since, Dean had showered, shaved and probably put on enough deodorant, aftershave and cologne to ward off any demon, but he wasn’t taking any chances. This might be his one and only shot at it with Liz and he wasn’t about to blow it by smelling bad. That theory might be tested though, he was going to have to walk the two or so miles to where he was supposed to meet her since his dad took off with their only vehicle.
Though the day had been sweltering, the evening had cooled to a tolerable temperature and Dean was thankful as he approached the dark swimming hole. “Liz?”
A small flashlight clicked on seconds after her name escaped his lips and Dean smiled. He could see her outline now, though still barely visible in the darkness of the hidden cove. Measuring his steps carefully, Dean made his way around the edge of the water to where Liz was sitting. When he was finally close enough and his eyes had adjusted to the near blackness the cove offered them, Dean could see a blanket spread across the flat rock, mere steps away from the water’s edge. Before taking a seat next to his evening’s companion, Dean toed off his shoes, getting more comfortable.
Conversation between them had always been sporadic. Some days they easily talked for hours, other days barely a word was said, time passing in other more enjoyable ways. Tonight was obviously going to be one spent in near silence. Dean learned to judge early on where Liz’s mood was. Tonight would be as the King had once sung, ‘a little less conversation, a lot more action,’ and that was perfectly fine with him.
The kisses were gentle, almost chaste at first, a far cry from their usual fare. Tonight, however, was not usual and they both knew it. A slow, torturous burn boiled in Dean’s belly but he knew, had read and had listened unbeknownst to some of the older guys and girls at school just what slow and tortuous did to girls. If he was about ready to crawl out of his skin he knew he was on the right track, he just had to have more patience than he’d ever had for anything in his entire life.
What he lacked in real life experience, Dean made up for with his imagination and lots of late night cable movies in more sleazy hotels than he cared to fess up to. He might not know the details but he at least had the fundamentals down and he figured he could fake his way through the rest. Time seemed to fly by at the speed of light, one minute he was kissing his way up and down her body and the next they were connecting in the most intimate way possible. The feeling of this first time, his first time, was more than he could have ever imagined.
The End.