Hello folks! I'm Akorn and this is my first SPN fanfic ever. I'll try to make it different from all the others and hopefully you'll enjoy it :)
Title: Shirts and Cars and Other Things
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OC (April Cleveland)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor any of its characters. I do, how ever, own this story as well as anything original by me, including characters, story line, etc.
Chapter 1
April Cleveland came to know Dean Winchester in a situation very similar to many others: she was pressed into a corner of a deserted alleyway by something vicious and deadly, not to mention clearly not human. Her dear life was at stake and April was so very sure, as the thing opened its mouth revealing very long and vicious looking fangs, that this would be the end of her short but glorious life of sixteen years. She thought of everything she could be looking forward to, and cried desperate tears of how sorry she was for ending up as a bloody meal of some freaking monster. Well, she cried about that and then there was the pure, vibrant fear pumping through her veins and screaming in her ears.
The last comment that ran through her mind was that, I'm going to be fucking scarred for life for this. She was a good girl and almost never swore in her life; might as well do so now that she's staring right at the dead end.
The last thing April Cleveland could have seen coming was the point of a bloody stake erupting from the thing's heart. It shrieked and writhed and gasped its last breath before dramatically falling to the floor, dead. Before April knew it, she had been miraculously saved.
Still fucking scarred, but at least she was fucking breathing and fucking thinking and was fucking tasting the sweet nectar of life. It was the worst day of her life, but at least she'll live to see another.
Then April, still numb struck and on the verge of passing out, looked up from the monster's body, and saw the most fucking handsome man she had ever seen, who coincidentally just happened to be her knight in shining armor.
Scratch what she said before. This was the best fucking day of her life. And it turned out that it was, because that was the day Dean Winchester entered the absolutely normal life of April Cleveland and turned it inside-out, up-side-down, and round and round.
Despite all the shock she was in, April remembers Dean Winchester more clearly than she remembers the monster. For one thing, she definitely knew how to keep looking at the bright side of life.
She remembers that he had a black tee beneath a navy blue plaid shirt that day along with a pair of very old jeans, torn in one knee as well as the hinges. An exotic golden amulet hung at his chest. The leather jacket had been missing for an unknown reason, but over time April still got the fact that the smell of old leather was an inseparable part of the man. The sleeves of the shirt were roughly pushed up to his elbows, revealing the tense muscles of his forearm, while his hands were sprayed with monster blood. The crowfeet at the corners of his eyes that April had come to adore and love weren't quite showing yet (unless he grinned, which he did once, later). She doesn't remember anything about the freckles either, but maybe that was just because the alley was too dim to get a good look. He was only twenty years old then, so young and energetic compared to what he came to be. But his significant height and broad shoulders were already present, and so was his older-than-age look. He also had the same cocky look in his eyes (which were a brilliant dark green in the street light, specked with gold). Besides all the concern for April and the disgust at the monster, she could tell that he was pleased: pleased with his work, pleased that he had done well, pleased that he had managed to save yet another life.
April often wondered afterwards how she could have noticed so many things when the horrific scenes she had just experienced were still playing in her head. Her mind was completely blown out, but somehow, her subconscious had remained still as a mirror of water, reflecting in every little detail.
After that, April Cleveland received the same treatment identical to the many before her. The mysterious man that had just saved her told her she was safe now. He roughly checked if she was hurt. He briefly explained what the thing was. He even more briefly explained he hunted these monsters for a living after an inquiring look. At last, the man gave a very gruff , "Hey, you feeling alright?"
It took a second to progress the question through her brain. It took another second to progress a meaningful answer. It felt like she had turned into some freaking computer. A question was an input. Her answer would be an output. And that's all she could handle or else an error message would pop out and black smoke and sparks would jump out of her ears.
She gave one, quick, curt, nod.
The man shrugged a frown at the response, but didn't ask any further questions, and April thought that was probably him saying that it was an acceptable answer.
"And you?" she finally worked her tangled tongue to say.
The man raised his eyebrows at the question, an amused smirk emerging at the edge of his lips, and his still boyish feature started to show. "Why I can't be feeling better. Just rid the world of another son of a bitch, didn't I?"
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Rupert." He said.
"You're lying," April said quietly. If there was one thing all those hours of TV watching was good for, at least one of the shows taught her a man shouldn't be hesitated to say his name.
Another shrug. Another frown. Another smirk. A look that said "it won't hurt to tell the truth".
"Dean."
Another nod.
"April. Thank you for saving my life."
"Well that's what I do sweetheart." And April saw the small wrinkles for the first time.
Then Dean offered to take April home. April nodded, again only once, and took at step meaning to follow him. Next moment, her only view was the cracked tar road, wet with blood. It was only then did she notice her body was drenched with cold sweat, her legs shaking so bad she's amazed she had been remained standing all that time, and now they were going to dance right off her limbs any second.
When Dean reached for her, all April could think of was, how embarrassing. There was a strange buzzing in her ears, blocking out most of what must have been cooing works Dean said. The last thing she heard was, "Hey hey, it's gonna be alright. Hang on there for me." Next thing she knew, she was laying on a hospital bed, supposedly having been mugged, and the man who called the ambulance long gone.
A year later, the alleyway got reconstructed into a road and all that could have witnessed this small act of heroism and bravery were destroyed. Two years later, April packed her bags and hit the road, headed for a scholarship at the infamous UCLA, her future so full of hope that no one would connect her to a scary incident that jumped down straight from the movies.
But it didn't change the fact that at age sixteen, April Cleveland was saved by a still green Dean Winchester in a back alleyway. Like most people, she was beyond thankful to the man who she only knew by first name. Like most people, she resumed to a monster free life after the incident, and was at most times, happy and grateful.
But there's a secret, a hidden catch, because April Cleveland wasn't like most people after all.
Two days after she woke up, the nurse let slip an important event while she was out cold: she told April that she was found out on the ground with a navy blue plaid shirt wrapped around her.
At age sixteen, April Cleveland fell in love.
Well that's it for Chap. 1. Reviews are most welcome! Thanks for reading - Akorn
