Summary: AU. Dean Winchester is in a relationship with a girl from an extremely religious family, and they do all they can to keep it a secret to stop her family from harming either of them. But there's always someone to come and ruin everything. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OCs.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this romantic fic. I got the inspiration from the weather to write a story starting in the fall as I walked home from my friend's house this morning, and then the plot came into my mind.

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My Best Kept Secret

Chapter One

It's a Saturday.

The clock beside the occupied double bed announces the time to be six-thirty in the morning. It's actually six. Dean always sets it half an hour forward so he'll get his ass out of bed for work. In summer, he has no problem with this, but in late autumn-winter time, he almost can't drag himself out of bed. He hasn't got work today, but he still made sure last night that his clock was thirty minutes fast. It's a good help in the winter.

Dean Winchester, a twenty-six year old mechanic, occupies the right side of the bed, as he always has since he moved into this apartment. He leans over, brown hair slightly messy while his green eyes are full of life, kissing eighteen year old Bethany Adler's lips. Bethany is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed school girl. That's the fact of the matter. She's still at school. She's in the same classes as Dean's brother Sam, and is the niece of Dean's friends, Castiel, Jimmy and Gabriel Novak.

She comes from a family who are religious to the extreme. She fears her family. She fears her grandfather especially. Her parents, not so much, but some of her uncles she fears like crazy. She shouldn't be with Dean. She shouldn't be having sex with Dean. Not out of wedlock. But in that room, in that apartment, Bethany and Dean are alone. They're completely locked away from the rest of the world and there is only them to worry about. No-one else; nothing else. Just each other. Bethany isn't afraid to be herself when she's with Dean. She hasn't got to put on a façade, she doesn't have to fake any part of her life or be someone she isn't, because Dean loves her for her.

She returns the kiss with grace and tenderness, her gentle nature being shown by how careful and soft she is as she presses her lips to Dean's. He pulls back and begins to move to be on top of her, asking her permission with his eyes as he does so often, and the look is incredibly familiar to her. They don't need to speak to communicate, which Dean has never experienced with anyone else before. It's like they know each other so well that they can just tell what the other person's thinking.

She nods with a gentle smile and holds onto his waist as he settles between her slender legs, sighing at the feel of his aching length pressing against her entrance. He leans down and kisses her lips with a soft smile, grinning wider as she kisses and cradles his neck in her small, dainty hands while he puts a condom on himself. He can't go getting her pregnant, especially since her family don't know about him. He knows that as soon as he enters her body, he'll feel totally at peace, totally complete, because he's connected to her in such an intimate way.

The two of them lock eyes as he presses against her, sliding inside her body gently as he takes her hand in his own. They look at one another and Dean watches her eyes sparkle with the beginnings of tears, and it pains him so much to see that, he kisses her so hard that it takes her breath away before he starts to gently move inside her body. She moans into the kiss as he cups her face, her hands moving to his shoulders as she moves her body with his. Her legs are drawn back as she rests them against his sides, and he can't stop himself removing the dark blue cotton covers from his back as he moves a little faster inside her body. She moans slightly, wrapping her legs around his waist and embracing him in her loving arms as they ride through until they reach their climax, and following that amazing high, they settle side by side, holding one another's hands as they curl up together.

"Don't go home." He tells her, "Please...Stay with me."

"I can't, Dean." She replies, "I'm so sorry. You know I can't."

Dean nods, despite feeling a horrible sinking sensation inside him at the thought of her leaving him. He hates it when she has to go back to her family. And they're awful to her. Her mother and father do what they can to be doting parents. Her grandfather's a total dick. Her uncles are too, all except Castiel, Jimmy and Gabriel. There's another uncle that Bethany sometimes mentions. His name begins with a B but Dean can't remember what it is.

"Do you really have to go this morning?" Dean asks, "My parents will still cover for us..."

"Maybe I should." Bethany replies, "My grandfather's given me a time to get back for, and I have to follow his orders, I'm sorry."

"What time again?" Dean asks, pulling her a little closer and kissing her temple.

"Eight-thirty." She replies, snuggling up to him, "Just hold me, Dean? Please?"

And Dean does. He just holds her tighter and lays there with her in his arms, where in his mind she should be because her home isn't ideal for her. Her home is horrible. Sam has told him this. Sam's been to that house and seen exactly what it's like for her to be living there. Dean holds her so closely because he's frightened to let her go, scared to make her go back to the home from hell.

"You're scared, huh?" He says softly, earning a soft nod, "Then don't go home, Beth. Please. You shouldn't have to be scared about going home."

He's pleading with her because he knows she really doesn't want to go home. He knows this so much, and he knows that all he wants to do is keep Bethany with him, to keep her safe with him. He loves her so much that sending her back to a place where she can very easily be hurt breaks his heart, and he feels fucking awful for it. She holds onto him and runs her hand over his chest, taking his and kissing it. He kisses her lips, keeping her as close to him as possible. She's his responsibility when they're together and he should do the right thing and report her grandfather. But he can't really because he knows she will say he's lying and they won't get anywhere.

"I have to go home." She says in a tone which tells Dean that it's end of story, "I love you."

"I love you." Dean replies, kissing her lips deeply.

She leaves at eight, taking a steady walk in the cold morning air. The sky is blue and void of clouds, yet the cold air wraps around her, stinging her fingers and petite features cruelly with its sharp bite. She shudders and pulls her coat around her body, continuing her journey past fire coloured trees and along leaf coated sidewalks while she checks her phone to see another message of love and promise from Dean. It tells her to call him if she needs him, that he loves her and that he'll always be there for her. She replies with an 'I love you too.' and a small message of thanks, before taking a deep breath and heading up the steps to her house.

-TBC-

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