Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 3/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
Chapter 3
Ramble On
“Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song. I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way. I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.”
After Thanksgiving, the winter flew by for Sam and Dean. John would come home from a hunt and maybe stay for a week or two. The boys really didn't mind since they had each other. They were enjoying being on their own for the most part. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to have impromptu snowball fights or ditch their training to take in a movie at the local theater.
Sam was really looking forward to Christmas this year. Something he hadn't done since he was about six years old. He was hoping it would be just him and Dean. He knew how horrible that would sound to other people but he didn't care. He liked it better when it was just him and Dean.
Two days before Christmas, John came home and told his sons to pack a bag. At first, Sam thought they were leaving for good until his father informed him he was taking them on a hunt. Both boys were disappointed. Dean had taken his week vacation so he could stay home with Sam during his winter break. They had no real plans, they were just going to spend their vacations at home vegging on the couch watching movies and playing video games. Dean hid his disappointment better than Sam did. Sam had no interest in hunting a Ragaru. In fact, Sam had no interest in hunting period.
January 24, 2000
Dean wasn't expecting much for his twenty first birthday. Hell, he wasn't expecting anything at all when he woke up that Monday morning. He got up like it was just another day and made his way to the kitchen to make coffee. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his father and Sammy in the kitchen. Dean quirked his eyebrow asking, “What's all this?”
John turned to his son smiling slightly, “You're brother insisted we make you breakfast.”
Dean scratched the back of his head and mumbled, “You guys don't have to go to the trouble.”
“Well, we already did.” Sam said smirking at his brother, “So, go sit at the table and I'll bring you a plate. Oh and we got you a birthday cake for after dinner.”
Later that night
Dean couldn't remember the last time his father got him a birthday cake. It was probably when he was four years old. Or maybe his mom made that birthday cake, he doesn't remember that either. Even when he turned sixteen his dad didn't get him a cake. He had just handed the keys of the Impala to him and said it was now his car. So sitting here in front of the store bought chocolate birthday cake that had 'Happy 21st Birthday Dean' written on it was weird. Even though it was weird, Dean was enjoying every minute of it. It wasn't very often that his father and brother could be in a room together without fighting. That alone made him think this had been his best birthday ever.
March 4, 2000
Pete and Elda's Diner
Ashland, WI
Dean walked into Pete and Elda's Diner for breakfast like he did every Saturday morning after dropping Sammy off at the library. He tried every time to get his little brother to come eat with him but he would go on about school work and needing to use the computer for something or other. Then, Sam would tell him to pick him up at noon. Why Dean still bothered asking he had no idea. He made his way down the counter to his place on the last stool, eying the pies along the way. He was a regular there and it was some kind of unspoken rule that that spot was reserved for him, Dean Winchester. He had no idea that his world, his whole life was about to be turned upside down. Even though he knew the menu by heart he still grabbed one to see if anything jumped out at him.
“Coffee?”
Dean stared up at the waitress in front of him, coffee pot in hand, their eyes locking. He had never seen her before and was rendered speechless. He didn't say anything as he took in every detail. Licking his lips, he admired the curves of her body while imagining his hands tracing those curves. She had her light brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail that drew attention to her face and eyes. Her eyes were a deep green and she had a perfect full mouth that was now smiling at Dean while showing off the dimples she had in each cheek. At the moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of her lips, he wanted to kiss her, which made him wonder if her lip gloss was cherry flavored.
“Um hello? Yes.....no?”
“Uh? What?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah.”
Dean didn't take his eyes off her when she poured his coffee. She bit down on her bottom lip, blushing, as she leaned forward giving Dean a good view of her cleavage when she placed the cup of coffee in front of him. “Let me guess black?” He nodded, still not trusting that he had full control over his voice or brain. “Not much of a talker are you? That’s cool. I like the strong silent type. Do you know what you want?”
Dean wanted to say, 'Yes. You, in the bathroom up against the wall or in the backseat of my car, which ever you prefer.' but instead he grabbed the menu turning his attention to her and said, “I’ll take the breakfast special, side of bacon.”
“Scrambled or runny?” She asked her head tilted as if she was studying him before tapping her pen against the order pad, “You look like a runny eggs guy to me.”
“Scrambled.”
“Really? Hmmm I must be loosing my touch.”
“I’m full of surprises.” He stated simply giving her his most adorable smile.
“Oh yeah? You don’t say?” She smiled, her dimples on full display. And that’s when Dean knew he was in like Flynn.
After his third coffee refill the new waitress placed his bill in front him letting her fingers brush the side of his hand. Dean leaned forward slightly reading her name tag, then looked at her smiling, “Thanks, Lexi. What time do you get off?”
She placed her elbows on the counter resting her chin in her hands, her eyes lit up mischievously, “Oh, sweetie, no self respecting waitress lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try. What would the other waitresses think of me? Besides, I don't even know you're name.”
“It's Dean.”
“Try again, Dean. I work the breakfast shift every weekend.”
March 6, 2000
Sam's junior year of high school had been uneventful for the most part. That is until the day of March 6th. Sam wasn't expecting anything to happen that day. In fact, it was just like every Monday he's ever had. It started with Dean waking him up and insisting Sam have more than a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then Dean dropped him off in front of the school telling him he'd pick him up at two o'clock and he better not keep him waiting. All these things flew out of Sam's mind the moment she walked into his homeroom.
She stood next to the home room teacher, Mrs. Manzo, with the air of someone who had done this many times before. Sam recognized the look but it wasn't the same one Sam had every time he had to introduce himself at a new school. The look on her face was more reminiscent of his older brother's Dean. Her eyes swept the room landing on Sam with a mischievous grin on her lips. She spoke directly to him as she introduced herself, her green eyes drawing him in. When she was done she walked past him chewing on her bottom lip as she made her way to the empty seat at the back of the room. All Sam could think about for the rest of the morning was whether or not her lip gloss was cherry flavored.
“HEY, LEXI! LEXI WAIT UP!”
She looked over her shoulder giving Sam a small smile causing his heart to double time it. He attempted to play it cool as he approached her but the truth was Sam was feeling anything but cool. He always had problems talking to girls he liked. Dean was always telling him it all came down to confidence but Sam had no idea where his older brother got all his from. It was times like this when he wished he could borrow just a little bit of his brother's swagger.
“It's Sam, right?”
“Yeah. Um since we're in all the same classes and with you starting in the middle of the semester, I was um thinking I could help get you up to speed. If you want we could um go hang out in the library and you can copy my notes......”
“That's really sweet of you but I can't today. I have to get to work but rain check, ok?”
Later that day
Sam got in the impala slamming the door before slumping down into the seat and staring out the window.
“What's wrong with you Sammy?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah ok that's why you got that look on your face.”
“Dean, how do you talk to girls?”
“This is about a girl, uh? Ok, it's easy. It's confidence Sammy. You just go up to her and ask her to a movie or for coffee or whatever it is that YOU do. No hemming and hawing.”
March 11, 2000
Pete and Elda's Diner
Ashland, WI
Dean walked into Pete and Elda's Diner for breakfast like he did every Saturday morning since moving to Ashland but this morning he had a purpose. That purpose to get Lexi's number or to get her to meet him later that night. He made his way down the counter to the last stool, winking at Lexi along the way. He grabbed a menu biding his time until she came over to take his order.
“Hi Dean. Coffee?”
“Sure.”
Lexi smiled at him and placed the cup of coffee in front of him. “Do you know what you want?”
Dean leaned forward his eyes lit up mischievously, “Yeah, you.”
“Sorry, I didn't make myself clear.” She smirked, “I meant what do you want on the menu.”
“Oh, that. Yeah, I want the breakfast special, eggs over easy and a side of bacon.”
“Coming right up.” She smiled at him, her dimples on full display.
Dean smiled to himself as he watched her walk away enjoying the view as she swung her hips. Her jeans hugged her hips and ass making him wonder what kind of panties she had on. If things went the way he hoped, he would be getting the answer to that question tonight. Although, if he was going by the glimpse he got of her bra when she put his coffee in front of him, he'd say they were black lace to match her bra.
He lit a cigarette thinking about his plans for tonight. The plans were simple. He'd go pick up a couple of six packs and take Lexi out to the lake. Followed by getting laid in the back seat of the Impala. He knew he couldn't expect her to just hop back there with him. He figured, once they got to the lake he'd put on some Led Zeppelin and there would be some heavy petting and making out. Which would hopefully lead to him getting a fine piece of ass or his dick sucked. Either way he'd be going home a happy guy.
Lexi hung around talking and flirting with him a little more than she did at their first meeting. Dean took this to be a good sign. By the time she refilled his coffee for the third time, he decided it was time to make his move. He leaned forward catching her hand in his before she could walk away. He looked up at her giving her his most adorable smile and asked, “So, what time am I picking you up tonight?”
She raised her eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “Well, aren't you cocky.”
“Hey, you told me to try again. Plus, you've been flirting with me the whole time I've been here. Which makes me think you do want to go out with me.”
“Or maybe I'm just angling for a really good tip.”
Dean laughed and rubbed the palm of her hand with his thumb, “Hmmm, maybe. Seriously, Lexi, what time am I picking you up?”
“You don't give up do you?”
“Never.”
Lexi pulled her hand out of his gently and tilted her head as she looked at Dean. She then placed his check on the counter, her fingers brushing against the side of his hand, “Sorry, not tonight. Maybe another time.”
“So, you're playing hard to get, uh?”
She rested her elbows on the counter and leaned in close to Dean, “Always.”
“Good thing I love a challenge.” Dean smirked as he got up and grabbed his check, “See you around, Lex.”
“It's Lexi.”
Dean turned and raised his eyebrows mischievously, “I'm gonna call you, Lex.”
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.
Chapter 3
Ramble On
“Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song. I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way. I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.”
After Thanksgiving, the winter flew by for Sam and Dean. John would come home from a hunt and maybe stay for a week or two. The boys really didn't mind since they had each other. They were enjoying being on their own for the most part. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to have impromptu snowball fights or ditch their training to take in a movie at the local theater.
Sam was really looking forward to Christmas this year. Something he hadn't done since he was about six years old. He was hoping it would be just him and Dean. He knew how horrible that would sound to other people but he didn't care. He liked it better when it was just him and Dean.
Two days before Christmas, John came home and told his sons to pack a bag. At first, Sam thought they were leaving for good until his father informed him he was taking them on a hunt. Both boys were disappointed. Dean had taken his week vacation so he could stay home with Sam during his winter break. They had no real plans, they were just going to spend their vacations at home vegging on the couch watching movies and playing video games. Dean hid his disappointment better than Sam did. Sam had no interest in hunting a Ragaru. In fact, Sam had no interest in hunting period.
January 24, 2000
Dean wasn't expecting much for his twenty first birthday. Hell, he wasn't expecting anything at all when he woke up that Monday morning. He got up like it was just another day and made his way to the kitchen to make coffee. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his father and Sammy in the kitchen. Dean quirked his eyebrow asking, “What's all this?”
John turned to his son smiling slightly, “You're brother insisted we make you breakfast.”
Dean scratched the back of his head and mumbled, “You guys don't have to go to the trouble.”
“Well, we already did.” Sam said smirking at his brother, “So, go sit at the table and I'll bring you a plate. Oh and we got you a birthday cake for after dinner.”
Later that night
Dean couldn't remember the last time his father got him a birthday cake. It was probably when he was four years old. Or maybe his mom made that birthday cake, he doesn't remember that either. Even when he turned sixteen his dad didn't get him a cake. He had just handed the keys of the Impala to him and said it was now his car. So sitting here in front of the store bought chocolate birthday cake that had 'Happy 21st Birthday Dean' written on it was weird. Even though it was weird, Dean was enjoying every minute of it. It wasn't very often that his father and brother could be in a room together without fighting. That alone made him think this had been his best birthday ever.
March 4, 2000
Pete and Elda's Diner
Ashland, WI
Dean walked into Pete and Elda's Diner for breakfast like he did every Saturday morning after dropping Sammy off at the library. He tried every time to get his little brother to come eat with him but he would go on about school work and needing to use the computer for something or other. Then, Sam would tell him to pick him up at noon. Why Dean still bothered asking he had no idea. He made his way down the counter to his place on the last stool, eying the pies along the way. He was a regular there and it was some kind of unspoken rule that that spot was reserved for him, Dean Winchester. He had no idea that his world, his whole life was about to be turned upside down. Even though he knew the menu by heart he still grabbed one to see if anything jumped out at him.
“Coffee?”
Dean stared up at the waitress in front of him, coffee pot in hand, their eyes locking. He had never seen her before and was rendered speechless. He didn't say anything as he took in every detail. Licking his lips, he admired the curves of her body while imagining his hands tracing those curves. She had her light brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail that drew attention to her face and eyes. Her eyes were a deep green and she had a perfect full mouth that was now smiling at Dean while showing off the dimples she had in each cheek. At the moment he couldn’t take his eyes off of her lips, he wanted to kiss her, which made him wonder if her lip gloss was cherry flavored.
“Um hello? Yes.....no?”
“Uh? What?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah.”
Dean didn't take his eyes off her when she poured his coffee. She bit down on her bottom lip, blushing, as she leaned forward giving Dean a good view of her cleavage when she placed the cup of coffee in front of him. “Let me guess black?” He nodded, still not trusting that he had full control over his voice or brain. “Not much of a talker are you? That’s cool. I like the strong silent type. Do you know what you want?”
Dean wanted to say, 'Yes. You, in the bathroom up against the wall or in the backseat of my car, which ever you prefer.' but instead he grabbed the menu turning his attention to her and said, “I’ll take the breakfast special, side of bacon.”
“Scrambled or runny?” She asked her head tilted as if she was studying him before tapping her pen against the order pad, “You look like a runny eggs guy to me.”
“Scrambled.”
“Really? Hmmm I must be loosing my touch.”
“I’m full of surprises.” He stated simply giving her his most adorable smile.
“Oh yeah? You don’t say?” She smiled, her dimples on full display. And that’s when Dean knew he was in like Flynn.
After his third coffee refill the new waitress placed his bill in front him letting her fingers brush the side of his hand. Dean leaned forward slightly reading her name tag, then looked at her smiling, “Thanks, Lexi. What time do you get off?”
She placed her elbows on the counter resting her chin in her hands, her eyes lit up mischievously, “Oh, sweetie, no self respecting waitress lets herself get picked up by a customer on the first try. What would the other waitresses think of me? Besides, I don't even know you're name.”
“It's Dean.”
“Try again, Dean. I work the breakfast shift every weekend.”
March 6, 2000
Sam's junior year of high school had been uneventful for the most part. That is until the day of March 6th. Sam wasn't expecting anything to happen that day. In fact, it was just like every Monday he's ever had. It started with Dean waking him up and insisting Sam have more than a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then Dean dropped him off in front of the school telling him he'd pick him up at two o'clock and he better not keep him waiting. All these things flew out of Sam's mind the moment she walked into his homeroom.
She stood next to the home room teacher, Mrs. Manzo, with the air of someone who had done this many times before. Sam recognized the look but it wasn't the same one Sam had every time he had to introduce himself at a new school. The look on her face was more reminiscent of his older brother's Dean. Her eyes swept the room landing on Sam with a mischievous grin on her lips. She spoke directly to him as she introduced herself, her green eyes drawing him in. When she was done she walked past him chewing on her bottom lip as she made her way to the empty seat at the back of the room. All Sam could think about for the rest of the morning was whether or not her lip gloss was cherry flavored.
“HEY, LEXI! LEXI WAIT UP!”
She looked over her shoulder giving Sam a small smile causing his heart to double time it. He attempted to play it cool as he approached her but the truth was Sam was feeling anything but cool. He always had problems talking to girls he liked. Dean was always telling him it all came down to confidence but Sam had no idea where his older brother got all his from. It was times like this when he wished he could borrow just a little bit of his brother's swagger.
“It's Sam, right?”
“Yeah. Um since we're in all the same classes and with you starting in the middle of the semester, I was um thinking I could help get you up to speed. If you want we could um go hang out in the library and you can copy my notes......”
“That's really sweet of you but I can't today. I have to get to work but rain check, ok?”
Later that day
Sam got in the impala slamming the door before slumping down into the seat and staring out the window.
“What's wrong with you Sammy?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah ok that's why you got that look on your face.”
“Dean, how do you talk to girls?”
“This is about a girl, uh? Ok, it's easy. It's confidence Sammy. You just go up to her and ask her to a movie or for coffee or whatever it is that YOU do. No hemming and hawing.”
March 11, 2000
Pete and Elda's Diner
Ashland, WI
Dean walked into Pete and Elda's Diner for breakfast like he did every Saturday morning since moving to Ashland but this morning he had a purpose. That purpose to get Lexi's number or to get her to meet him later that night. He made his way down the counter to the last stool, winking at Lexi along the way. He grabbed a menu biding his time until she came over to take his order.
“Hi Dean. Coffee?”
“Sure.”
Lexi smiled at him and placed the cup of coffee in front of him. “Do you know what you want?”
Dean leaned forward his eyes lit up mischievously, “Yeah, you.”
“Sorry, I didn't make myself clear.” She smirked, “I meant what do you want on the menu.”
“Oh, that. Yeah, I want the breakfast special, eggs over easy and a side of bacon.”
“Coming right up.” She smiled at him, her dimples on full display.
Dean smiled to himself as he watched her walk away enjoying the view as she swung her hips. Her jeans hugged her hips and ass making him wonder what kind of panties she had on. If things went the way he hoped, he would be getting the answer to that question tonight. Although, if he was going by the glimpse he got of her bra when she put his coffee in front of him, he'd say they were black lace to match her bra.
He lit a cigarette thinking about his plans for tonight. The plans were simple. He'd go pick up a couple of six packs and take Lexi out to the lake. Followed by getting laid in the back seat of the Impala. He knew he couldn't expect her to just hop back there with him. He figured, once they got to the lake he'd put on some Led Zeppelin and there would be some heavy petting and making out. Which would hopefully lead to him getting a fine piece of ass or his dick sucked. Either way he'd be going home a happy guy.
Lexi hung around talking and flirting with him a little more than she did at their first meeting. Dean took this to be a good sign. By the time she refilled his coffee for the third time, he decided it was time to make his move. He leaned forward catching her hand in his before she could walk away. He looked up at her giving her his most adorable smile and asked, “So, what time am I picking you up tonight?”
She raised her eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “Well, aren't you cocky.”
“Hey, you told me to try again. Plus, you've been flirting with me the whole time I've been here. Which makes me think you do want to go out with me.”
“Or maybe I'm just angling for a really good tip.”
Dean laughed and rubbed the palm of her hand with his thumb, “Hmmm, maybe. Seriously, Lexi, what time am I picking you up?”
“You don't give up do you?”
“Never.”
Lexi pulled her hand out of his gently and tilted her head as she looked at Dean. She then placed his check on the counter, her fingers brushing against the side of his hand, “Sorry, not tonight. Maybe another time.”
“So, you're playing hard to get, uh?”
She rested her elbows on the counter and leaned in close to Dean, “Always.”
“Good thing I love a challenge.” Dean smirked as he got up and grabbed his check, “See you around, Lex.”
“It's Lexi.”
Dean turned and raised his eyebrows mischievously, “I'm gonna call you, Lex.”
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