Yes, it's another new story, because I just can't help myself. It's rated M because if I give it a lighter (?) rating I'll probably forget to change it once the fun starts to happen. It's mostly written for the story. You believe me, right?

Enjoy! :P

Edit: So I've renamed this The Asphalt World after the Suede song, but it's not inspired by that.


CHAPTER 1

Dean looked up from his textbook and turned his head towards the open window. He could clearly hear the grinding sound of scateboard wheels coming down the street. He got up from his chair and went to look out the window to the street below. As he expected, it was that guy again. He looked to be Dean's age but other than that they didn't seem to have much more in common, Dean thought. The guy's hair was long-ish, the front long enough to reach over his eyes and he wore combat trousers, a t-shirt and a hoodie.

The guy flipped the skateboard and landed with steady feet as he continued down the street and disappeared around the corner. Dean had seen him quite often recently. Dean and his parents had moved into this house three months ago, just before school started. His father had been tranferred to a different branch of the real estate company he worked for and the whole family were glad to have a change in scenery. Dean did have a few doubts about leaving his friends but he had quickly found a new best friend, and because he was so good looking the girls gravitated to him which meant that the other boys at school all wanted to be friends with him just so they could get close to the girls.

Dean went back to his desk and sat down again. He was almost done with his homework, then he could relax the rest of the weekend. It was Saturday morning and the weather was great. They were going towards Autumn and the air was starting to smell like dried leaves. But today it was warm and Dean wanted to go outside for a walk. His younger brother, Sam, often called him an old man because he liked going for walks. It wasn't something young people did, only old people who were used to taking evening walks. Dean didn't care. When he walked he could think about anything and everything. He planned his week, his year, his life. He didn't know what he wanted to do for a job but he dreamed about all sorts of things. And then there was Ariana, the girl he had a crush on. He was trying to summon the courage to ask her out but so far he hadn't come up with a plan he thought would work.

He closed his books and put his shoes on, then he grabbed a black shirt and put it on over his blue t-shirt. Since it was so warm he didn't need a jacket. He ran down the stairs and called out that he was going for a walk. "Ok, old man," he heard Sam answer. He had already finished his homework yesterday. He was 13, four years younger than Dean, and he didn't have to write lengthy reports yet.

Dean walked down the street and took a deep breath. There was hardly any wind and the sun felt warm. He turned right when he got to the end of the street and after a bit of walking he found himself close to the park. He decided to go and have a look at it. He'd only been there a couple of times since the move but it seemed like a nice place. He took the path to the left and followed it round the trees. Then he came to an open paved area where he saw some kids skating around. He scanned them for the guy from the street and if he wasn't mistaken, there he was, doing some sort of hand stand on his skateboard. Dean was impressed. It must have taken him a long time to learn how to keep his balance while keeping the skateboard moving. He went and sat down on a low wall where the grass ended and dipped down to the paved area and watched them for a while.

"Nice move, Cas," he heard one of the guys say.

"Thanks man, I'm finally getting it now," the guy from the street said.

Cas, Dean thought. His name was Cas. He wondered if it was short for something but could only come up with Cassandra, Cassie, Cassiopeia. He smiled to himself; he doubted the guy had a girl's name. But then again, some guys did. There was Vivian, Shannon, Ashley, Lesley...he was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't notice the skaters had left. He looked up to find himself all alone. He was almost disappointed. He had liked watching them. Maybe he could come back next week and see if they were there. He got up and walked home slowly while thinking about the job he was considering getting. He would like a little extra cash and some work experience didn't hurt either. But what kind of job could he do? The local burger bar seemed a popular place to work but he really didn't want to spend his time in a place where the fumes would make him permanently smell of meat and grease. Then there was the ice cream parlour. That could be fun. Maybe the employees were allowed to try the wares. He suddenly wanted an ice cream. He went home and got some money and told his mom he was going into town for a bit.

"Alright, but be home for lunch," she said, ruffling his hair.

"Mom!" Dean said, trying to smooth it back down. Parents!


The trip into town took him 15 minutes. As he passed the old garage he saw the owner Bobby Singer standing by a car, looking at the engine and shaking his head. He went over to him and said "Hiya Bobby!"

Bobby turned around and said "Oh, hi Dean."

"Problems?" Dean asked.

"You could say that. I've just been given this car to fix but I have about five other cars that need little things done to them. I'm not sure when I'll find the time for this one."

"Why don't you hire me!" Dean said, excited. This was great. He could work for Bobby doing the little jobs and learn some of the bigger ones while having fun and earning money.

"Do you know anything about fixing cars?" Bobby asked.

"I can fix engines and maybe you could teach me some of the more difficult things. Come on Bobby, I was looking for a job and I would really love to work here."

"Well, you sure are enthusiastic," Bobby said. "Alright, lets say two weeks on trial, then I'll decide if I want to keep you."

"Deal!" Dean said. He went on to the ice cream parlour. This was turning out to be a great weekend. His homework was finished, the weather was great and he'd landed a job. He had arranged with Bobby he would come in every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. He hoped his parents would be on board with it. He knew they wanted him to focus on his school work.

When he got home for lunch he told his parents about the job while he was setting the table. His mom hesitated but his dad thought it was a great idea. He promised it wouldn't affect his school work. He could do his homework in the evening, it wasn't like he was going anywhere anyway. His mom agreed, like Bobby, to give it a two week trial to see how it would go.


Monday morning, he was met by his friend Stan and they went to their lockers together. Dean told Stan about his job and Stan thought it sounded great. If only his parents would agree to let him have a job.

"Maybe when they see how you are doing they will allow me to get one," Stan said hopefully.

"Sure," Dean said, then they both laughed. It really wasn't likely that his parents would change their minds.

A girl they knew, Sharon, came over and said she was having a party two weeks from now, on a Saturday and they were both invited. "My friend Ariana is helping me organize it," she said, giving Dean a quick look. Dean tried not to blush. This would be his chance, he thought. They both told Sharon they would be there, and she left happy, smiling at Dean in a knowing way.

"Man, she practically handed you Ariana on a silver platter," Stan said.

"Shut up," Dean said, but Stan just gave him a push. Dean really hoped this meant Ariana was also interested in him.

The same afternoon, Dean went for his first at work day at Bobby's. He had to check an engine and change any parts that were faulty. When Bobby checked his progress at the end of the day he seemed satisfied. Dean was going to be working from 3 til 5. Two hours weren't much but Bobby seemed happy to get help. He couldn't afford a full-time worker so Dean's six hours a week were just the thing he needed. And with a bit of extra help he could take in a few more cars and then he woud make more money. Yes, Bobby thought, that Winchester kid came by at just the right time. They said goodbye, both in a good mood.

Dean went home to have dinner with his parents and younger brother and he told them all about his first day at work. His dad was happy that his son had found such a great job. He wasn't a chauvinist or anything, but it was nice that his son had found a man's job. He didn't say that to his wife, though. After dinner, Dean went upstairst to do his homework. He was sometimes bored in the evenings, so it didn't make any difference for him that he had to do his homework then.