Her back hits the cold metal lockers, a gasp escapes her lips and then upturn into an impish smile. Dean's hands grip her torso, pinning her in the empty hall. The boy pressed his hot lips to her lower neck, his breath caressing the hallow.
"Can't we get in trouble for this?" Her voice quivered. A rough sound, a growl, ripped up his throat; sending an electric spark of warmth to touch her entire insides like an infectious disease.
"Does it matter?" His voice met her ears in a low gravely whisper. Dean's lips crushed hers and a tango of lust began. The boy sighed another growl of excitement as the girl's rose petal lips moved in a way that forced his hips, like a magnet, to pin her's between his hot raw strength and the icy sheet metal. Her hand's curved up his chest and made their way around his neck to let her tiny fingers coil around his dark blonde hair. Every kiss sent butterflies through out her body and electric waves across her skin. A vigorous vibration occurred in Dean's jean pocket. He sighed annoyingly, checked his caller ID, and answered his phone, though he didn't untangle himself from the girl.
"What?" His tone seethed with irritation and for some reason, boredom. The girl listened to the light humming that was in place of the second conversation holder. "Yeah, fine. Gimme a sec would ya?" He hung up the phone and turned back to the girl, a cocky apologetic smile. "My dad says we gotta go, I'll try and come back soon though..." The girl sighed but smiled, nodding.
"You have my number right?" The doe-eyed girl asked. He smiled and laughed.
"Wouldn't leave with out it." His hands left her hips and gently held her face. The boys kisses were sweeter, softer, until he pulled away.
"I love you Dean Winchester." The girl quoted her diary and so many girls before her.
"Same here babe." And finally he left. Once he was down the hall his cocky smile brightened until he came in sight of his younger brother. Once he was within earshot and he knew Lindsey was not he scolded him.
"You think maybe one time you can let me score before we leave? Damn it Sam!" The boy, who was four years younger, just rolled his eyes.
" Just get in the car." They walked side by side in silence until their father's 67 Impala came into view.
"Let me guess," Sam said. "She loves you, you have her number and plan to come back as soon as you can right?" Dean snorted to try and cover up how well his brother knew the routine.
"No, I -She..."He fell into silence and Sam smiled.
"Yup."
"Bitch."
"Jerk." They both stopped their fighting as they slide into the night black vehicle. Dean in the front seat next to his dad, Sam in the back. And they rolled away from the high school to the next hunt, and the Winchesters would never set foot in little Niles Ohio again.