It was a vacation, not a break Dean Winchester reassured himself as he walked down a place in history. Where Boston Street cornered to meet Massachusetts avenue late on a Saturday in June, it being un seasonally cool for the time of year. He turned the corner into a park that was illuminated by white Christmas lights wrapped around trees, bushes, and fountains.
Something caught his ear; a voice, soft and soulful, a voice almost sad but at the same time- so beautiful. He fallowed his ears and saw a park bench and the back of a girl's head who was playing a cheap, broken down guitar. The words rolled off her tounge so gracefully and fluently, almost as if she was speaking a universal language.
"If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken"
Dean cleared his throat. A hard decision to make because he wanted so badly for her to continue to sing. "May I sit here?" He asked.
"I didn't think anyone was listening." The girl confessed. When he saw her, he was almost taken away. she was absolutely angelic with long blonde hair interwoven with crimson and molasses that fell into a light curl at the ends, stunning green eyes, no make up, but she still seemed to glow.
"I'm Dean Winchester." He spoke, revealing his real name. They were on vacation. That meant no faking names.
"Leah." she smiled. Just Leah. No last name. Well, a girl this exquisite didn't really need a last name, did she? "So, Dean Winchester. What brings you to the tiny little town of Salem, Massachusetts?"
"My brother and I are on a road trip." He spoke, embracing in his motto 'Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies."
"That must be nice-" she spoke. Her voice was almost weary, like she was dreading her own life.
"Yeah, well. It has it's perks." He smiled. He looked at her. She was way younger than he was, but still accessible. He still couldn't get over her beauty. "Listen-" he spoke "This is a long shot, but would you like to go out with me tomorrow-"
"I'm sorry. I can't." She spoke, and she genuinely looked it. "My parents don't allow me to date."
"You are legal, aren't you?" He said. That would be just his luck. To date a minor.
"Yes, yes-" She stated "I am almost 23-"
"And your parents still boss you around?" He said, though relieved a bit. At least he wasn't committing any felonies- not like he hadn't committed one before.
"You don't know my parents-" she spoke. "If they knew I was here, I would probably be- never mind- I don't need to impose on you with all of my problems."
"It's no problem at all" Dean said. As sick as it was, he had a hunger for this girl.
"My parents are just very set in their ways-"
"And something tells me that your not." Dean spoke. It was just the way she was presenting herself.
"No" Leah spoke. "But I have nothing with out them."
"And they don't know that your here-" Dean asked. He was prying, he knew, but he had one more shot.
"Oh, god. I hope not"
"Then come and get some dinner with me or something."
She smiled. "You have a minipulative personality."
"Is it working?" he said watching her as her mouth turned into a smile.
"Maybe a little bit." Leah said, not facing him direct ally. She suddenly stood up.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked, sounding unnaturally alarmed. It was so unlike him to care this much about a girl. Sure, she was hot, but that was all he really knew about her.
"I thought that you were going to buy me dinner." She stated. "Aren't you coming?"
"I guess so-" Dean smirked, fallowing her, suprised when she led them to a hot dog stand.
"Hi Barney" Leah said, looking at a grubby old man with features looking as if they had been beaten by the elements.
"Well, if it isn't Leah Cunningham. I haven't seen you around here in a while. What brings you so far from the plantation?"
"I am with a friend, tonight. Barney, this is Dean Winchester. Dean, this is Barney."
"Charmed" Dean spoke.
"Likewise-" Barney stated
"So, Barney. here's the thing. He doesn't have much money, so I was wondering if you could-"
"Two hot dogs and two cokes on the house-" Barney said, passing the food over the counter.
"Thanks Barney-" Leah spoke, voice truly grateful.
"No problem, kid-"
As the two walked down Salem Street Dean mused "It seems that I am not the only one with a minupulative personality-"
"Nope. Not minipulative. I just have friends in high places."
"If you call the hot dog man high-" Dean stated.
"Sure. If your hungary, all street venders are high."
"I don't even want to know.." Dean stated untruthfully. He wanted to know everything about her.
"So, what about you, Dean. Tell me about you-"
"Not much to tell"
"Sure there is-" She stated with the wisdom of someone fifty years older than she."Everyone is like a story book."
"Well, what do you want to know" He asked, hoping it wasn't something too personal. He had made a promise to himself long ago. He and Sam were not to get too attached when they were on the road, and Dean always kept his word.
"Chocolate or Vanilla?" She asked
"Vanilla." Dean answered
"Chunky or Smooth?"
"Assuming that you are talking about penutbutter- smooth." Dean said, a smile spreading across his face.
"That's all I need to know." She spoke
"your pretty trusting, aren't you?"
"I don't trust anyone." She said seriously.
"Then why are you walking with me?" he asked
"Two reasons. One, because your cute-"
"-A good reason-"
"and the other, is because I have a gun in my pocket, and I am pretty sure that I can take you-" She smiled
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Yeah, that was chapter one. Pretty boring, but I promise that the story will pick up. Read and review. Also, I will take any suggestions you might have to heart. Love, Aiden.
