Chapter One

There he was. Walking down the hallways like he owned the place. Girls leaned against lockers and pushed past friends to watch the retreating perfection that was his ass. His perfect green eyes scanned the crowd of people, a small half smile played on those godly lips. He ran his hand through his spiked sandy, brown hair before exiting the school building. Everyone watched him leave in stunned silence. Heat rose in the cheeks of every girl as they fawned over the perfect heartthrob that was Dean Winchester.

Upon exiting the school Dean chuckled softly to himself, he thought back over the past few years of his life; I've done pretty good, he thought. Heading towards the parking lot he saw his little brother Sam leaning against his beloved '67 Chevy Impala. Dean ruffled his brothers hair, "homework already Sammy, its your first day of high school," "Shut up Dean and don't call me Sammy it's Sam jerk," "Bitch" Dean quickly retaliated before sliding into the front seat of his baby.

"Mum, Dad we're home," Dean yelled slamming the front door shut. "You don't say," his mum, Mary, replied raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "Sorry mum," Dean said cheekily before pecking his mum on the check and bounding up the stairs to his room. No sooner after he shut his door and flopped on his bed his phone buzzed. Looking at the caller ID a smile spread across his face.

"Hey babe," he said flicking open his phone,

"Hey hun, sorry I didn't make it to school today wasn't feeling too good," Esme replied,

"No worried Es is there anything I can do to help you feel better," Dean said a cheeky tinge to his voice,

"Well…" Esme said suggestively, "you usually know exactly how to make me feel better so…"

Dean smiled a wicked half smile, "you in bed babe,"

"Uh huh, waiting for you,"

"Well then, mustn't wait any longer," he said slowly slipping his hand beneath the strap of his boxers,

"Way ahead of you Dean-o," she moaned in his ear,

"Oh Es, baby you are so going to kill me," Dean slowly moved his hand up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm, "Es sweetie run your hands over your body like I do,"

"Oooh Dean I need you," Esme slipped her hands beneath her own underwear and rubbed in slow circles.

Biting his lip Dean stifled his moans as he rode out the orgasm. Esme didn't have that problem; her parents were out so she moaned long, hard, and loud in Dean's ear, only making him want her more.

The school was a buzz the next day. Dean climbed out of the Impala and wrapped an arm around Esme's waist. She leaned into his shoulder closing her eyes,

"You okay there babe," Dean asked tilting her face up so her hazel eyes met his green,

"Yeah hun, I'm fine my head is just pounding,"

Dean looked at her, worry evident in his eyes.

"I'm fine Dean, honestly," Esme chuckled seeing the concern on her boyfriend's face. She leaned her face up towards his and pressed her lips to his, Dean kissed her back hungrily before reluctantly pulling away. Dean smiled down at her,

"I think we better get going I don't think my mom would like me getting a PDA on my second day," he laughed, "alright Sammy-o see you around make sure you meet me here after school."

Sam grimaced as Dean tousled his hair, honestly he wasn't five anymore,

"Jerk," Sam muttered walking away,

"Bitch," came the inevitable reply.