Love Stoned
Tree Hill, a place in appearance no different from all the other no name towns Dean had briefly stayed in. But little did he know this town was where everything would change forever. He would loose Sam but gain Haley.
Dean still remembers the first time he saw her. It was Sammy's senior year in high school, and he refused to focus on anything other than his studies. His rebellion to hunting was reaching its peak in intensity, the canyon between Sam and his father growing ever deeper.
After helping dad out with a nasty poltergeist a few towns over, Dean had returned to the motel to check on Sammy.
Strolling through the door, Dean was shocked into a stand still when he realized Sam wasn't alone, and with a girl no less. Sam knew better than to invite friends back to the motel, let alone a girl.
Sprawled leisurely across the giant king size bed, to Dean's relief fully clothed, books scattered all around them, taking notes feverishly.
Dean was just about to start a rant about Sam's guest, when her gaze lifted from her book and found him. Piercing chocolate orbs that cut him like a knife, framed by honey colored locks, Dean's protest died on his lips. She was stunning, and not in that all done up, porcelain doll way, but stunning like when a quiet lake catches the reflection of snow topped mountains in its waters. She was natural and breath-taking.
After she left, Dean teased Sam relentlessly about his 'little girlfriend,' while Sam vehemently denied his brothers accusations every step of the way.
Dean continued on like a good big brother would, never letting up, all the while her image still swirled in his mind like a sickness he couldn't shake. Something quiet about that girl made her sparkle and unforgettable.
Growing frustrated, Sam's shoulders tensed, his eyebrows knitted, as his lips pursed together. Slamming his book shut, Sam turned to Dean abruptly, and finally admitted why she was only a friend. "She's married ok," he blurted out, frustration thick on his breath.
For the second time that night, Dean found himself speechless. That pretty little thing that had a look of innocence in her eyes, and unused kisses on her lips; Dean couldn't believe she was married. Married in high school, the thought blew Dean's mind. Then again, the thought of marriage at all blew Dean's mind.
Thinking about her, Dean couldn't deny she was special. How when she gazed upon him there was something indescribable sucking him in, pulling him to her. Scratching the subtle on his chin, Dean found himself silently admitting he could understand why a man might want to keep her all to himself.
Despite her status, and the fact that she was practically jailbait, Dean couldn't shake her from his mind, she lingered through the night.
Those flashing lights come from everywhere
The way they hit her I just stop and stare
I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows
I think that she knows
"Love Stoned," Justin Timberlake