I know, I know…

I have plenty of other stories to be working on, but this kept clouding my mind…

I am halfway through with my other stories, and this is just a one-shot for now.

Now, I am going to go back to my other stories.

I hope someone enjoys this…

I like how Older Claire and Dean are with each other, it is adorable.

~bye~

"You know Dean…" Claire stood next to her uncle's best friend, and the man she had known since she was ten. He was only 26, but became best friends with her father's twin years ago. Something about Castiel saving Dean and Sam, his little brother, from the streets…She never learned the full story, but she knew it was around the time her father was killed. He was currently washing dishes from dinner. Castiel had to work late so Dean promised to stop by and make sure 'the runt' had something to eat. "I am going to be 18 this week…"

"I bet that makes you think you are all grown up, huh?" Dean smiled toward her.

"More grown than you…" She shot back. Her favorite hobby was trying to irritate Dean Winchester, he was such a smug jerk, letting his looks get him out of everything… She always wondered how he could be so toned, but eat so much pie. It wasn't like he worked out a lot either, he was a car mechanic. Maybe it was more work than she thought? She shook herself from her thoughts when Dean walked to the fridge to pull out a beer, having finished the last of the dishes, and head into the living room. "Actually, I was hoping to get a present from you…" She was nervous, and a little disgusted, but Claire wasn't going to back down now.

Dean turned to her and let a classic smirk cover his face. "Oh? What do you want from me bratzilla? I already told you that I couldn't get you a car…" Dean warned. "Castiel has already threatened me in four different ways." The man sat down in the recliner and tipped his beer back, reaching for the remote.

Claire shook her head and twisted her hands nervously. "No, that wasn't it…" She swallowed, here goes nothing. "I wanted you to give me a kiss."

Dean choked on his beer, and ended up in a coughing fit for a full minute. "You want a what?" He asked as he stared at her in disbelief.

"I want you to kiss me." She said more surely. "You see, my friends have this disgusting bet going that they can get a kiss from you before graduation…" It wasn't a lie, her friends all thought Dean was the sexist man in town, and Sam too. "If I get a kiss first, they have to pay for my part of our trip to Mexico this summer."

"You made a bet to…" Dean rubbed his head, possibly to hide the discomfort he felt, or the headache. "No!" He said like it was the obvious answer. "Castiel would kill me, and brats aren't my type."

"Please! I can't afford that trip, and I really want to go…" She pleaded, even getting on her knees in front of him. "It only has to be a thirty second kiss, with tongue…"

"With ton- Nope." Dean stood up and headed back to the kitchen, and Claire followed. "Can't you ask Sam? He is closer to your age…"

"That wasn't the bet, and Sam is happily engaged." She reminded. "Trust me, this idea repulses me, but I really want that trip…" She reached for his bicep and squeezed gently, putting on her best 'Sam puppy eyes'.

"Nice try, but those barely works for Sammy anymore…" Dean countered.

Claire huffed and crossed her arms…"Come on! It isn't like it would be my first kiss, or are you that bad at kissing?" She taunted, hoping to hook him.

Oh, she did.

"Hey, I am a god in the kissing department, alright?"

"Prove it?" She challenged.

Dean looked down at her and sighed after a moment. "…Castiel doesn't find out about this?"

Claire grinned wide. "Nope."

"…Alright, but just one and I am going to be counting to thirty in my head because this is just plain creepy."

"You can count that high?" Claire faked surprise, and Dean shot her a look.

"Do you want this to happen?" He threatened.

"..Sorry, sorry, I will be good."

Dean sat his bottle down on the counter and turned to face the blonde. He paused and looked at her with confusion. "How will your friends know we did this, and didn't make it up?"

Claire pulled out her camera phone and smiled wide. "With proof."

"…I think the police call it evidence…" Dean groaned, his head was telling him how stupid this was but he shook it off. One kiss couldn't hurt anything. "Let's do this…I am going to have you swooning dorkerella"

Claire turned the recorder on, and sat it on the counter beside them then she stepped closer to him. "More like puking, Prince Onion breath..." When Dean only glared and didn't make the first move, she stood up on her toes and pressed her lips to his hesitantly.

Dean froze up for a moment, at how awkward he felt, but eventually relaxed against her. He slowly slide his hands around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies touched. Her breast pressed against his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Claire's heart was beating wildly, his lips were not as chapped and rough as she thought they were going to be. She pulled away, but only far enough to whisper "I thought you were supposed to be good at this, where is the swooning?"

"…Oh it is on now." He whispered back with a mischievous grin, his hesitation gone. Dean swallowed hard though, she had some soft lips and her body was so warm. He dipped his head back down to catch her lips, this time he opened his mouth and pulled at her bottom lip. When she gasped he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her.

She moaned as tingles spread through her body, and her lower stomach ached. She could feel a strong pulsing between her legs when Dean forced her tongue to come play with his. His hands had started to wander up her body, groping her breasts before sliding back down to her rear. When he gently pulled her groin into his, she could tell he was hard and that made her knees weak. She pressed against him again and got a pleased growl from him.

All too soon the 30 second timer on Claire's phone went off.

Dean jumped and backed away, turning from her. "Well, there you go…" He coughed and knocked on the counter nervously, hoping she wouldn't walk around to see the bulged in his jeans. "I think that will be more than enough proof for your friends."

Claire was still working on evening out her breathing, and calming her lower body. "Yea-yeah, that should do it…" She stared at his back, his very well-muscled back. This was a new feeling for the Frog prince…

"Claire? Dean?" Castiel's voice broke through her lust filled thoughts. She straightened, and noticed Dean do the same.

"Yeah, we're in here Cas." Dean was the one to speak first.

Castiel walked in and raised and tilted his head at the two. "Is everything alright?" He could sense there was tension in the air.

"Yeah, fine Cas…" Claire put on her best fake smile. "I-I have some homework to do, so I am going to go to my room…" She kissed Cas on the cheek and gave Dean an awkward wave before bolting from the room.

"…Well, that was odd?" Castiel looked at Dean for an answer. "Are you two sure everything is okay? Did you two fight again?"

Dean turned and faced his best friend once his hormones stopped ragging. "Well, if she wasn't such a spoiled princess we wouldn't have to worry about that." Dean did his best to play it off, and Cas seemed to buy it.

"What am I going to do with the two of you?" Castiel sighed.

"Love us, feed us, and never leave us?" Dean batted his eyes and smiled. Cas only rolled his eyes. "Hey Cas, uh, I am going to get home…so I will see you later."

"Alright, thanks for checking on Claire tonight."

"Anytime…" Dean walked to the front door, but stopped to look down the hallway at the teen's door for a moment. He shook any thoughts he was having and laughed quietly.

"It must be a full moon or something…" Dean mumbled and walked out the door