AUTHORS NOTE: So I'm having a go at writing multi-chapter stories for all my top pairings in all my fandoms so this is the first chapter of my SPN idea. It's cliché, wee!cest and probably at times OOC but I'm looking forward to see if I can write it!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters

[Dean's Girl, Sanna]

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother? Did you just say girlfriend?" Sam challenged that evening as they sat at the table in Bobby's kitchen attempting to eat their tea amongst all papers and books the older hunter had lying about the place to help him research the hunt he'd recently just gone on. Dean had just informed Sam that tomorrow evening he was bringing his girlfriend over for tea to meet Missouri, the medium that helped take care of them when Bobby went away much to Dean's annoyance, and Sammy because he felt it was the time. "You realise girlfriend means you're going to do more than fuck her and leave, right?"

"Language," Dean warned kicking his younger brother under the table before looking around them, "because Missouri would come in here and beat you with a spoon for such language then would turn round and hit me with it because she'd believe, and it would be accurate, that I'd been the one to teach you such language." There were few people in the world that terrified the seventeen year old teenager and Missouri was most definitely one of them. The middle aged black woman was as nice as pie until you did something to cross her and boy did you know you'd crossed her. "And yes, I know what the term girlfriend entails, Sammy. I like this girl."

"I thought you didn't do girlfriends," Sam asked as he stabbed at the food on his plate, no longer feeling hungry but wanting something to vent his irritation out on.

"Sammy," Dean sighed not noticing Sam's aggression on his food, "we've been here six months. Dad has gone off on one of his hunts and do we know when we're going to see him again? No. We don't normally bond with people in our pit stops because we know we're going to be there for a week or two but this time..." Dean shrugged his shoulders because Sam was right. He didn't do partnerships but there was something different about this girl and he liked her. She'd ignored him for the first two months of class but then when they'd been partnered together for their science project, he'd allowed her to see behind the walls that he built up and she could see that beneath the bravado was a boy that actually did have a brain. Dean, at first, had run away from her at this point but she'd been the one to hunt him out and demand to know what the hell was going on with him. "You'll like her, Sammy."

"I'm not doubting that, Dean." Sam huffed as he ran his hands through his brown hair before forcing a smile on his face so not to upset his brother. "I believe that any girl you decide is worthy enough to go into a relationship with is going to be an amazing girl but I'm just surprised. You never let anyone get close. You've always said you only ever needed me..." The simple sentence that Dean had been saying since they were young children so that Sam wouldn't feel bad when Dean was left behind to take care of Sam when Dad had left caused Dean to chuckle as he nodded his head.

"And I till believe that, kid." He reached out and squeezed the boy's shoulder. "Girls don't last forever, Sammy, but you'll always be there for me and I'll always be there for you but don't you think it's time that we both started looking for something more than each other?" Cocking his head to the side, Dean smiled. "Isn't there any girls you like in your class?"

"Dean, I'm only thirteen years old and all the girls are..." He wrinkled his nose and Dean just chuckled as he shook his head. Dean, no matter what age he was, had always been into girls but Sam... Sam preferred just hanging out with Dean or hunching over the laptop that Dad had brought back them after one hunt as an apology because he'd been gone three weeks longer than stated and this had involved Dean having to improvise just to get money to buy food. The laptop eventually became Sam's safety blanket and it would be the start of his addiction to research and would feed the intelligence that the boy already had. "I suppose one day I'll be into girls like you, yeah?" Sam said with the hopeful eyes that made Dean's smile brighten as he nodded his head and reached over to ruffle the brown hair.

"And when that day comes," Dean said pointing at the plate as a silent gesture to ask if Sam was finished which he responded to with a nod, "the girls are going to not know what hit them because us Winchesters are amazing specimens," he promised with a smile as he scraped the remnants of their dinner into the bin, "especially you, Sammy. You're going to be a handsome devil."

"You're such a liar. You tell me everyday that I'm going to be tall and gangly," Sam pointed out causing Dean to chuckle because it was true. Their biggest bitch fight was always Sam telling Dean that he was too much of a pretty boy to even care about anything and Dean would just throw back that Sam was jealous because Sam would never be a pretty boy because of how tall and gangly he was getting.

"That's me just being an annoying older brother," Dean promised before grinning wide. "Missouri, if you can hear me, you're just too good to me." Dean said to the oven causing Sam to raise his eyebrow but his unasked question was answered when Dean reopened the oven and pulled out an apple pie that was heating up. "Let's have us some pie," Dean said with a wider grin.

"I hope your girlfriend realises she'll always come second to pie," Sam chuckled as he took the fork that Dean offered him and they started to eat the pie, straight from the baking tin, but Sam couldn't help but smile as Dean let out little noises of pleasure at how yummy the pie was.

"Sammy, it's the first question I ask them," he replied meaning he asked the girls if they could bake pies, "and she says she can bake the best pies in the world." Sam just laughed and mumbled something about it being a match made in heaven before taking a small bite of the pie despite not one to enjoy sweet things but he knew Missouri would yell if Dean ate all the pie, again.

Silence, minus Dean's odd appreciative groan, succumbed them allowing Sam the few minutes he needed to assess and analyse the conversation that he'd just been having with his older brother. He knew that girls liked Dean. You'd be blind to not notice that girls liked Dean. No matter how many new schools or towns they arrived in, Dean would always have the same reaction when he walked through the main street in his leather jacket, baggy jeans and boots. Every female, young or old, would stop what they were doing and just stare as if he was some sort of deity brought here for them. One or several of the girls would be lucky enough to be Dean's girl for any length of time, be it one night or a whole weekend, but no girl had ever been worthy or around long enough to have the title "girlfriend". These short affairs meant that most of Dean's time was focused on Sam and that's how Sam liked it.

Everyone always commented on how weirdly close the two brothers were. Dean, no matter how cool he was or what his friends were doing, would always hang about after school and wait for Sammy so that they could walk home together. Sam would always make an effort to go to any of the games that Dean found himself involved in, if they were ever lucky enough to be at a school during football season, because he enjoyed watching Dean play. Together they'd sit at the library, Sam studying and Dean flirting with the pretty girls sat around them but his attention would always return to Sam. They might bitch and gripe at each other but they'd always be best friends and all that mattered to one was the other.

However Sam, recently, had noticed that his feelings towards Dean were different to that of what a brother should feel. He wanted to spend every minute with his brother, felt a tingling in his stomach whenever Dean flashed that pearly white smile of his that was actually genuine and whenever Dean touched him, such as the innocent tussling of his hair, it would feel like electricity was shot from Dean's fingertips through to him and the skin would feel like it was on fire. Sam would find excuses just to sit with Dean or for them to spend time together and Dean never seemed to mind especially when Sam came out to join him in the scrapyard as he tinkered with cars. It was almost as if Dean sensed Sam's feelings and this was him allowing Sam the closeness the younger boy desired.

This, however, now didn't matter because Dean had a girlfriend. A real girlfriend. No more just sleeping with them and spending the night or weekend with them. Sam was aware that a girlfriend would entail spending time together through dates so that they got to know each other – as best as she could get to know Dean what with their lifestyle – and deciding to spend time together doing nothing just because they wanted to be. Dean would now no longer have time for Sam because he was spending it with this time and Sam couldn't work out if he was pissed because the two had just built this kind of friendship or jealous because he hated the idea of Dean spending time with someone else. Realistically, he knew that it was a combination of the two of them and he couldn't help but sigh.

The sound caused Dean to look up from the nearly demolished pie with his eyebrow raised. "Everything alright, Sammy?"

Wincing at having sighed loud enough for Dean to have picked up something was bothering, Sam forced a smile and nodded his head as he looked over at his brother. "I'm just assessing what you told me. I mean, Dean Winchester has a girlfriend. I think we should whip out the salt and holy water..." He teased as his smile slowly became genuine at teasing his older brother.

Dean just rolled his eyes before reaching over and lightly punching his brother on the shoulder. "You're such a bitch." He retorted and Sam just laughed as he reached back over to steal the last morsel of the apple pie knowing how much that would irk Dean. This fact proven when Dean stared at him in horror before shaking his head and moving to finish the dishes.

Looking down at his fork, Sam sighed again before turning to look at Dean's back. "I really am excited to meet her for you, Dean. I'm sure Missouri and Bobby, if he's back, will feel the same." He promised before climbing up and wrapping his arms around Dean's waist from behind, his cheek pressing up against his elder brother's back knowing that Dean wouldn't allow this moment to happen long. However, Dean surprised Sam by squeezing the hands that couldn't quite meet at the centre of his broad chest before turning round and pulling Sam into a hug.

"Thanks Sammy. You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispered allowing one last squeeze before he moved back to finish the dishes while Sam moved to stand beside him with a tea towel so that he could dry them. "Promise me no chick flick moments in front of her?" Sam burst out laughing as he nodded his head in agreement knowing that any girl would be in love with Dean for how butch he was and not because he was a sensitive big brother.

to be continued...