Hello everyone! So, I have been writing my own versions of my favorite shows for a long time now, and I've been scared to death to ever let anyone read my stories. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, and what better time to start than the most wonderful time of the year? (Christmas, I mean.) So... Here it is. My first (published) fanfic. Please, feel free to let me know what you think. I'm also working on trying to take criticism better, so... Thanks in advance!
**I own nothing that you might recognize or have even heard of before from Supernatural or Charmed.**
Dean pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park. He knew Sam had to be around there somewhere. He just didn't know where. He climbed out of the car, trying to stretch his legs, and walked over to lean against the hood. He crossed his legs, then his arms over his chest. The sun was especially bright today, and he was glad he'd remembered his sunglasses.
She smirked, shaking her head. Obviously, he knew what he was doing. Standing there all bad-boy, with his leather jacket and his ripped jeans, he was the epitome of hotness, especially leaning up against that old car the way he was. He was a fine looking man, and she was certain he knew it. He glanced her way, reaching up to pull down his shades and she couldn't help the grin that crossed her face. He smiled, and she gave in, walking over to the car.
"You lost?"
He smiled.
"No, just waiting for my brother."
Dear Lord, where did he get a voice that deep? He had to be at least 30. He was rugged, and she could almost sense his give-'em-hell attitude. Well... That was more her aunt's area. She smiled at him again.
"Not from around here, huh?"
"What gave it away?"
"Little hint of your accent. Not California."
He smiled and shook his head.
"No, Kansas, originally. We bounced around all over the country, though. You?"
"Born and raised in San Francisco."
He held out a hand.
"I'm Dean."
"No last name?"
He smiled.
"Not right now."
She smiled back and laid her hand in his.
"Melinda."
"No last name?"
"Not right now."
He let out a laugh. She was cute. He held onto her hand and gave her a quick, but closer, look. She was shorter than he was, but not by much. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, and her hair was the color of honey. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose, but they just added to the cuteness. Dean finally let go of her hand and she moved beside him to lean up against the car.
"This a '67?"
Dean looked over at her, confusion on his face. She smiled.
"My dad's a car freak. He'd flip over this one."
"Yeah, it's a '67 Impala."
She nodded.
"We rebuilt a '69 when I was in fourth grade. My dad, my brothers, and I."
Dean smiled and looked back out over the road.
"Not many girls even know what this car is. Impressive."
A smile lit up her face.
"Oh, Dean. You don't even know the half of it."
They talked for a while, until the sun was right over their heads. Melinda cursed herself for forgetting her sunglasses, again. She shaded her eyes as she glanced down at her phone.
"Well Dean, I hate to break it to you, but I think you got stood up."
Dean looked at his watch and sighed.
"Damn it, Sam."
"Sam your brother?"
Dean nodded.
"He said he'd be here an hour ago. He's never late."
"I'm sure he's fine. Maybe he ran into a cute girl and got a little sidetracked."
Dean smiled.
"It's a real possibility."
Melinda stood up and smoothed out her skirt.
"Well, if you don't want to wait out in the heat, you're more than welcome to come sit in the café over there."
Dean looked to where she was pointing, to a little café called Charmed.
"It's my mom's. I'll fix you a good cup of coffee."
Dean smiled.
"Sounds like a plan."
So... What did you think? Intrigued? Want to see more? Let me know! :)