Una Noche

Dean/OC; Jimmy/OC; Sam/OC

Disclaimer: Neither May or I own anything that you can recognize. We own nothing but the storyline, Nyx, Phynx, and Leo and later charecters that you DON'T recognize. All song lyrics and Kripke charecters belong to their respective owners. No profit is gained from this but our pleasure and enjoyment in twisting the lives of said Supernatural charecters.

Summary: John Whinchester has a proposition for his sons, Dean and Sam, and for the boy he took in seven years ago, Jimmy Novak. They'll stay in one place until Dean and Jimmy graduate. After that they'll leave and go back to hunting. John wants the boys to have all the high school experiances at least before they go into the buisness forever. So when he leaves for a week, Dean does just that, by dragging Jimmy to a party. There they meet two girls that make it a hard desision on weather they want to leave. And when John finally comes back it becomes an even stickier situation. Part One.


Chapter One- Party Rock Anthem

"Party Rock is in the house tonight, everybody just have a good time."

-LMFAO


"I can't believe your dragging me into this," Jimmy said esasperated as he stared at the boy driving.

Decked in a gray shirt under a plaid button up, jeans, boots, and his signature leather jacket, Dean Winchester, aged eighteen, smirked and chuckled. "Novak! New place, new people, no connections. Dad even left us the Impala. Were only here for a couple of weeks, just until we get out of school forever and then were gone."

Jimmy Novak, a near replica of the boy next to him, the only difference being different colored plaid, messier hair, blue eyes, and a letterman jacket from his old school, sighed. At the age of nineteen, the bed head boy didn't go for things like this. His understanding of the life of a hunter was all to well read into in and it prevented him from playing the same game that Dean played. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

"Do what?" Dean asked, as he spotter cars lined up and made his way to join them.

"Go for all these girls and then just hurt them when we leave?"

"Look, Doc, I don't need your psycoanalysis. I learned the hard way. You don't get attatched. Doesn't mean you can't have fun."

Jimmy quieted as Dean pulled in behind a red bug. They were parked in front of what looked like an enterance to something underground. They were out of the car and following a goroup of kids their age down the stairs to what looked like an abandoned underground skate park. Music blasted from two speakers on either corner of the back wall. Inbetween them on a raised platform was a DJ with two girls on either side of him. All around the cavern dancing bodies and glowing lights. Jimmy raised a brow and looked at Dean.

The people all around them were doing a jumpping and running type of dance that looked a bit complicated. Jimmy stood back with Dean as everyone stopped and then started doing it again.

"Is this the shaking or the shuffling?" Jimmy asked, listening to the pounding music.

"I don't... know," Dean said brokenly, his focus on the girl that was on stage. She was wearing something like what everyone was wearing, but she still stood out against the rest of them. The redhead had on a blue and black tutu, with black fishnet tights. On her feet were what looked like fur and pink all stars. She had a shirt, that in Dean's opinion every girl should wear. It was ripped in the front, black, with rainbow writing that said, 'Fuck ya, Rave on.' The curls in her hair were wild and seemed to have bells attatched to the ends of some of them.

Dean could distantly see the girl on the other side of the DJ but didn't pay much attention to her. His eyes were locked on this girl and when the music went up a beat, she poped out these balls attached to string. Dean didn't understand the meaning of them, until they lit up and she began to swing them around, making her own little light show. He continued to stare at her until the song ended.

She and the other girl that had been dancing then hollered and then jumped off the stage, gracefully. They went around the edges before meeting in the middle again. The darker haired of the two giggle while the redhead rolled her eyes, head turning this way and that as if looking for someone. Not long after, the two sepperated again, off to make rounds once again. The redhead waved at the DJ and he began to play the next track. It was another fast song, still one in which grinding and bumping could still be used.

As the redhead made her way through the crowd with the gracefulness of a snake, a boy tapped her shoulder and spoke. The girl let a slow, almost seductive, smile curve on her lips as she shook her head and began to back up. The boy smiled back, following her, arms outstreached. But all of a sudden the smile was gone from the girls face and now she looked a little sick, as she continued to back up. Dean made a snap decison, and walked over until he was behind the girl. Making eye contact with the boy and easily he turned and left before there could be any trouble.

The girls' brow quirked as she turned and ran into Dean with enough force to make him stumble back a little. He caught himself quickly however, not wanting to look like a fool. He gave her his signature devilish grin and raised one brow.

"Oh, uh, sorry," the girl spoke, making Dean feel as if he had been deaf his whole life.

"Oh, no. That's alright, sweetheart," he said with a soft grin. The girl finally looked up and flashed a goofy but cute smile, but quickly looked back down. Dean had seen all he had to though. She was hot. "So-"

"You have water? That's great, duces!" She flashed a sideways peace sign and ran off.

And just like that, she was gone and he was starstruck. Dean stood there for what felt like forever, looking for the girl. A hand slamming down on his shoulder snapped him out of it. Looking back, Dean wasn't surprised to find Jimmy standing there. But far before the boy could say anything, Dean said something Jimmy thought he would never hear.

"Man, I think I'm in love."


Phynx watched her sister from across the underground park with a smile. The two guys were cute, and new to town. After being there for five years, it was easy for the girl to tell. She turned away going back her task.

"Water?" she asked her ex, Leo. The blonde, also known as DJ Roar, smiled at her taking the bottle and downed half of it in an instant. Phynx grinned, downing the other half with the pills he had given her.

Closing her eyes as the music changed again, to a slower half spanish half english song, swaying to the soft music with her hands above her head. She felt in touch with the music, not caring who had seen her or was seeing her.

"Someone's got the hots, babe," Leo wispered, his hazel eyes twinkling. Phynx opened her eyes and looked at the DJ, before looking out into the crowd. She quickly caught sight of who was looking at her. The second boy. His eyes were blue, almost otherworldly, his hair looked like he had just gotten out of bed, and there was a little stubble on his chin. Smirking slightly, Phynx turned to Leo. "How do I look?"

Leo looked at the girl, from her messy curls, strapless green and pink dress (tutu attatched), and thigh high blue converse. Leo smirked back.

"Why aren't I still dating you?"

"Because... You, mr, played a very unfair game," was the girls reply before she flipped her hair over her shoulder and wandered off the stage. She sashayed her way through the crowd, feeling eyes all on her. She might not be as adventurus as her sister, or maybe not even as pretty compared to the tall redhead, but she had her own beauty that most seemed to like. Finally reaching the boy, a devilish smile sprang to her lips.

"Hello," she said quietly, almost unheard.

The blue eyed boy didn't answer, but stood staring at the girl. Phynx let her smile dial down and silently wondered what he was thinking about. As she did, her habit kicked up, and her bottom lip going inbetween her teeth. Slowly it slid out from inbetween the two layers and Phynx let her tongue out to wet her lips. "Um... Okay.." she said her green eyes going to the side a little akwardly. Jimmy's breath was hitched as he stared at the girl's lips. Phynx sighed and spoke again. "Would you like to dance before the song is over?"

Jimmy's eyes snapped back to the girls own but still, his voice and mind wouldn't work together. He wanted to scream yes, his mind was telling him to open his lips and let them move, but the way she was looking at him, the way her voice, a little like a small childs and yet so mature and sexy, fell over him like a blanket. It made his body not listen at all.

Phynx, wanting to break the silence, something she couldn't stand, laughed and winked at the boy. "Maybe later, Bedhead," the curly haired girl said running her fingers across his cheek and walking away. Jimmy watched, barely blinking, as she quickly found a partner to dance with. The hunter kicked himself. She was close to him, the other boy, a lot grinding and hands. Her green eyes, however, flashed at him frequently, and he smirked, knowing his rugged look had her hooked.

Finally, he turned his eyes away from the girl who had held his attention to try and find his makeshift brother. It wasn't hard to do as both of them stood out like penguins in the tropics. He was talking to a pretty brunette girl, but his eyes always found their way back to the redhead that had bumped into him.

As he raised a hand above his head to get the younger teens attention, the cavern lit up with red and blue lights.

"Disperse or be arrested. It is past city curfew. I repeat, disperse or be be arrested," a deep mechanical sounding voice reang through the skate park. Dean's eyes caught Jimmy's and he geastured that they leave. Jimmy turned looking for the girl from earlier.

She stood next to the DJ, the redhead who was glaring and saying something, and another boy who looked a bit scared. The green, pink, and blue clad girl had her gloved hands covering her ears, full bottom lip between her teeth again, and was hopping up and down happily. The DJ was looking at her worridly, his hands on her shoulders, as he whispered in her ear. Whatever he said sent her into a fit of giggles, which only made him look more worried. Meanwhile, the redhead began to scream something at the scared lookin guy. Then suddenly, she stopped and grabbed the other girl's hand and dragged her away.

"Bye bye, Leo! I hate you, Dexter!" the girl yelled, her words a bit slurred. Jimmy hadn't seen any alcholic beverages around and wondered what was wrong with the girl. As he finally exited and got to the Impala, Dean stood there looking a little impatient.

"'Bout damn time, Jimmy. Do you know how much much trouble we'll be in if the cops arrest us?" the driver demanded.

"I DON'T KNOW!" came a sweet sing-song voice.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'?" was the hiss that followed.

The sentence was repeated. "The Boss was are way home!"

"I'm wosry, Nyxy-poo," Phynx answered back.

The angry girl sighed and it was as if all the anger in her body left as the air did. "It's okay, Phynx. Not the first time, and sure not to be the last." Phynx's giggle fillied the air like tinkling glass.

"Hey! You two need a ride!" Dean yelled making Jimmy and the two girls look at him.

"Hey! It's those two hot guys!" Phynx yelled loudly. Nyx looked behind her before ushering her sister to the car. Shoving the high girl into the backseat, Nyx smiled greatfully at Dean.

"Um, thanks," she said before climbing in.

Jimmy caught Dean's eye over the car and got a wink from the Winchester. Jimmy sighed but got in, eyes already trained on the mirror which showed him the girl behind him. His eyes stayed on the girl for the whole ride, which was silent, except for the quiet sounds of Metallica's One and Nyx's whispered directions. Whenever Jimmy did tear his eyes away from his unusual girl, he saw Dean was looking at the redhead, Nyx. She was trying her hardest to calm her sister, who looked about ready to naw a hole in her lip and was still bouncing, even in her seat.

Jimmy watched entranced, his eyes trained on her lips which were steadly becoming chapped. He wanted to sooth her jumpiness and kiss his bitewritten lips.

But, the directions had stopped and Dean was pulling into a driveway. At the end stood an old yellow and blue victorian style house. The windows inside white trimmed shutters were alight.

"Shit," Nyx said quietly as she got out of the car. Phynx struggled with her own door and before Nyx could get to her side, Jimmy reached back and opened it up easily.

"It's a tricky door," Jimmy said with a soft smile. Phynx grinned at him and reached her hand forward again, stroking the stubble on his cheek .

"Thank you, Bedhead," she said her eyes studying his face before getting out of the car and tripping up the cobbled walkway.

"Um, hey. Thanks for the ride," Nyx said through the open door. "It would have been daytime with her like this." Nyx made a point by looking over her shoulder at the girl who now sat on the last step swaying her head to silent music, her smile serene.

"It was no problem," Dean said flashing a grin. With a look at Jimmy he quickly added, "Is she going to be okay?"

"She should be in the morning. Thanks again," Nyx said before closing the door and following her sister's treck up the walk and helped the girl up and inside.

"No problem," Dean repeated, long after the door was shut. He waited for the two girls to get in before putting the car into drive. "Eventful night," he commented, as he pulled out of the driveway.

Jimmy just smiled and nodded.

*Chapter End*


A(s)/N

Okay so here's our first chapter. Each chapter will be written by both of us, so there might be a tiny wait in between each chapter. And we are both very sorry for the misplaced movies and icons. It's just that we know everything is kind of out of whack . We're doing our hardest to fix them. So thanks for reading, and we hope that you all enjoyed the first chapter of Una Noche. Review please, it'll make us happy.

- May & Bex