Just a short fic. I'm not sure how many parts at the moment, but I have an idea of where this story's heading. Loosely inspired by my own New Year's Eve this year. A happy Dean fic, where he gets a chance to fit in with a normal group of kids for a change. Please R&R!

Part One.

Dean glanced awkwardly around the living room that he found himself in, his eyes flitting from the bookcases and the pictures that hung on the wall to the tall man opposite him. At 17, Dean was becoming a strong, independent hunter, but now he subconsciously shielded himself behind his father.

They'd taken a trip to England, which Dean still couldn't seem to understand. Apparently there was a huge hunt there, bigger than anything John had ever even heard about before, and they'd been called in by one of John's friends as reinforcement for a group of hunters that were working together to wrap up the case. As Dean understood it, there were plenty of good hunters in England, so why they had been called was a mystery to him. But now they were there, what was the use complaining about it?

Dean still had the uneasy feeling resting in his gut over leaving the just turned 14-year-old Sammy with his Uncle Bobby, resenting the fact that John still didn't trust his kid brother after Sam's last disappearing act. John was sick of the rebellious streak that was arising in his youngest son and refused to take any more chanced. If Sam ran away over here, John would never forgive himself.

After a fairly smooth flight that had seemed to take an eternity to Dean, with John growing impatient of Dean's fear of flying, they had arrived at John's friend's house, both hunters mentally and physically exhausted.

"Dean, why don't you head on upstairs?" the tall hunter opposite him asked, noticing Dean's eyes unfocussing every so often from the lack of sleep. Dean had been told on the journey that the hunter's name was Isaac.

"I'm fine, sir. I can help out", Dean half argued, noticing the young blonde that busied herself in the kitchen as she baked. John followed his son's gaze and realised what had caught Dean's attention, shaking his head and returning his attention to the details of the hunt.

"Tomorrow, we get going. It will be a couple of hours drive, I hope that will be ok. I'm not sure how long it's going to take to wrap this hunt up, but hunters have been chasing the bastard for nearly a decade. We have one shot to take him out."

"You know you have our support", John nodded, almost regretting that the day of the hunt would fall on New Years Eve and his 14 year old son would be spending it with Bobby instead of him. Then again, holidays didn't really mean much to the Winchester's anymore. Monsters never took time off, so why should they? Maybe Sammy would get a real New Years this year. Maybe Bobby would go get some fireworks...

John's thoughts were interrupted by Isaac's voice, and he was pulled sharply back to reality.
"Actually, John. Dean'll be staying here with Amelia."

"Amelia?" Both Dean and John asked in unison.

"Amelia's my daughter. She's around your age I think. But she's heading off to a friends for New Years, only around the corner. Dean, you'll be going with her. You'll all be safe there."

Dean raised his eyebrows, resenting being treated like a small child. He was 17. Almost an adult. He was old enough to go on a hunt.
"With all due respect, sir, I'd like to come with you."

John shot his son that famous look that made Dean's stomach flip. He'd spoken out of turn and he knew John was going to give him hell for it when they were next alone. Isaac on the other hand, just chuckled.
"I know, son. I'm not doubting that you're a good hunter. But the thing is, what we're hunting, it goes for teens, that's it's MO. It would be too dangerous for you to come along, you'd only end up getting hurt and that's a fact."

Dean bit his lip and nodded, fighting down the urge to argue that he should be allowed to come due to the death stare he could feel burning into his cheek coming from his father.

"Sure you don't want to head up to bed?" Isaac smiled as Dean bit back another stifled yawn.

"I'm fine."

Dean looked up to his father as his strong hand clamped down on his aching shoulders.
"Go lie down before you fall down, son."

Without a word of protest, he shifted his duffel bag to his other arm and followed Isaac up the stairs and into a guest room. Polite words were exchanged but Dean was having trouble concentrating on what Isaac said, his vision blurring as he stifled another yawn.

Once Isaac retreated back downstairs to speak with John and plan the following day's hunt, Dean collapsed back onto the single bed, sighing deeply, too tired to get changed or showered. It still sucked that he was going to miss out on the hunt, especially after he'd come all this way. And by plane. But then again, if he was going to be spending New Year's Eve with a rather attractive young girl, maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad after all. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he drifted off to sleep almost immediately; despite the burnt orange light streaming through the small window as the sun slowly set. Damn you jet lag.

Well there's Part One. Please review and let me know what you think.
Part Two up soon *hopefully* where Dean goes out for New Years with Amelia and her friends :)