Warning M rated scene. If you don't like that stuff, skip the Italics.

Chapter one.

"Hey, Spence?" Avery Montgomery unlocked the back door of the Hastings's house, she didn't look up as she entered, her fingers typed quickly on her phone. "I got your that book you asked for-have you see Aria? I can't find her anywhere-" She glanced up, her whole body froze.

She suddenly felt as she drenched in a bucket of icy cold water. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Avery, good, you're here." Veronica Hastings said, she smiled at the twenty one years old girl. "This is Dean Stavros, he's a drug and alcohol abuse counselor. Dean's here to help Spencer."

"I know who he is." Avery bit her tongue from snapping at the older women. Dean smirked at her, straightening in his seat.

"It's been a while, Avery." Dean's voice brought shivers down to her spine. It's been six months since they last saw each, right when she broke up with him.

"Not long enough." She said as coldly as she can in her shockened state.

"Mom," Spencer came down the stairs, cutting their conversation. "Have you seen my car keys? I want to go to school early and catch up on any assignments I might have missed." She looked up, noticing her mother, Avery and a strange guy standing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt." She said.

"Honey, this is Dean Stavros. He's going to be staying with us for a while." Veronica told her daughter. Avery clenched her jaw at that. Dean glanced at her from the corner of his brown eyes before returning his gaze to Spencer.

"Hi," Spencer greeted, she adjusted the straps of her bag. "Avery, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Aria." Avery replied. "Thought I'll check here first." Spencer shook her head in response, denying Aria was here.

"Sweetheart, you're not going back to school just yet." Veronica said. "We've already taken your car keys, and I'll need your cell phone and your laptop as well."

"What? Why?" Spencer asked. Avery was shocked, she didn't think Spencer's parents will go to such extreme measure for their daughter's drug issue.

"There will be no phone calls of any kind. No internet. No friends." Ms. Hastings listed the rules. "We'll be sure to get your assignments from school."

"And how do you expect me to turn them in? Carrier pigeon?" Avery snorted under her breath at that, making Veronica send a glare her way.

The older women breathed before continuing. "You'll earn your privileges back over time as long as you follow Dean's program."

"The doctor said I was fine to go back to school, as long as I agreed to outpatient counseling." Spencer protested. "Could you please excuse us? I need to talk to my mom." She said to Dean.

"Actually," Dean cut in, getting up. "I don't think I can.". Avery rolled her eyes, he was about to give the speech.

"Spencer, I'm a drug and alcohol abuse counselor," Spencer crossed her arms, smiling in disbelief. "Your parents brought me here to help you. I'm going to be camped out in the barn, on call-twenty four seven to-"

"So you're basically a babysitter" Spencer said, she turned to Vernica "Do you and dad distrust me this much?"

"Quite frankly, given this latest episode-yes." Ms. Hastings spoke.

"I understand you may be feeling ambushed-"

"Excuse me," Spencer said rudely, making Avery smile. "How long am I supposed to stay under guard?" She asked her mother.

"I have to apologise for my daughter." Veronica told Dean. Avery suddenly felt like she was intruding on a private manner, she quietly moved backwards until she almost reached the door.

"Oh, as long as you're handing them out. I'd love an apology from you." Spencer said.

"Your father and I thought the first time would be the last. Since you've relapsed-"

"I'd hardly call that a relapse!" Spencer moved forward.

"Spencer," Dean stood in front of her, "I'll bet your mom would be a whole lot more open to hearing you out if you hand over your electronics. Show you're willing to cooperate."

Spencer looked hard between Dean and her mother before moving her eyes to Avery, who was discreetly trying to turn the doorknob. "Avery!" She tried a last resort. Avery swore under her breath, making all eyes turn to her, including Dean's.

"Sorry kid, I'm on your side but you're underage, I can't help you." Avery said, cringing slightly at Spencer's expression. "I know he sounds obnoxious." She gestured to Dean. "And he is,"

"Is there a point Avery?" Veronica said sharply.

"Umm, no. Look I gotta run." Avery one more time to flee but Spencer's voice stopped her.

"Can you stay?" The teenager said. "I need at least one person who isn't trying to force me to do anything."

"No friends." Veronica said sternly.

"Technically, I'm not a friend. I'm her friend's sister." Avery said. Spencer sighed but took what she got and removed her bag from her shoulder, getting out her laptop and handing it to Dean's awaiting hand.

"Can I please just call Toby?" She asked in a pleading and defeated tone. "I tried him last night and he hasn't called me back yet."

"I had a conversation with Toby and he understands you'll be hard to reach for the time being." Veronica replied.

"It'll give us all a chance to focus." Dean said. Avery moved to stand behind Spencer, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, showing she was here for her as much as she can. Spencer leaned into the comforting touch and gave the counselor her phone. "Great." She mumbled. "Where do we start?"

Dean moved to put her laptop and phone on the counter and got out a small cup for Spencer to pee in, he cleared his throat and held it for her to take. Spencer grinned sarcastically and took it from him "Fantastic. I will go upstairs and fill this with my dignity." She cast one last look to Avery before going up the stairs.

"Ms. Hastings, can I have a moment alone with Avery?" Dean asked.

"No." Avery refused immediately.

"Do you two know each other?" Veronica questioned. Avery denied at the same time Dean said yes. Ms. Hastings nodded before leaving the room and called out "Call me if you need anything."

Avery crossed her arms stubbornly, avoiding Dean's eyes, the same eyes she was in love with for four years.

"Ms. Hastings called me," Dean started the conversation. "She said one of her friends recommended me, said I helped her daughter. Can you figure out who that was?"

"My mom." Avery muttered quietly, silently making a note to have a talk with her mother about boundaries, you're not supposed to call your daughter's ex boyfriends to help your other daughter's friends. "So what do you want with me?"

"I want the truth." Dean said, Avery's eyes widened before she can stop herself.

"Truth about what?" She asked shakingly.

"You know what." He stepped closer to her. tilting his head to the side. She remembered a time whenever he did that, she'd kiss him, and he'd laugh and pick her up to wrap her legs around his waist since she was much shorter than him.

"We're talking about different things then." Avery said, trying to act bored

"Oh, there's other things you lied about too?" She closed her eyes at that, she never wanted to hurt him. It was all A, A was making her do this, the words she said weren't hers, but she might as well have been from the look on his face when she was breaking up with him.

"I mean the real reason why you broke up with me." Dean told her, taking another step towards her.

"I told you before." She answered.

"That there was someone else? Yeah, I checked." He said. "Your mother called me a while back, asking me what happened to make you lock yourself in your room for weeks and refused to talk with anyone." He breathed after that, before adding in a softer voice, "Avery, I know you haven't been seeing someone else."

"What do you want me to say?" She couldn't step the tears from gathering in her eyes. "Anything I tell you isn't going to convince you. So what's the reason for trying again?"

"I'll believe you when you tell me the real reason." Dean was almost standing in front of her, face to face.

"Dean, I-" Avery sighed in relief when Spencer came down the stairs, with a disgusted expression, she held the full cup away from her as possible.

"What did you want to bring me?" She asked Avery, thrusting the cup towards Dean without looking at him, she kept her attention full on the girl she considered her big sister and sometimes her role model.

"Oh," Avery reached in her messenger bag and got out the book. "The beautiful and The Damned. I used to read Fitzgerald a lot when I-" She glanced self-consciously at Dean. "-was recovering from my problems and it helped me a lot."

"Thanks." Spencer took the book, turning the cover. "What now?" She asked Dean, who was watching Avery fiddle with her bag. "You look familiar, did I met you before?"

"You probably recognized him from nightmares. He tends to bring those a lot." Avery told her, her tone dry.

"Did you guys date?" Spencer caught on quickly. Dean took the lead and nodded, confirming the fact. The teen recalled a time when Aria would complain about her sister hung up on her boyfriend. Alison used to call him hot.

"Okay. I'm leaving." Avery declared, waving her hands up and ignoring the two other individual in the room as she walked to the door

"Can you come back tomorrow?" Spencer called for her.

Avery thought for a second before nodding and called goodbye to her. She breathed deeply as soon she stepped outside, she leaned her hand against the wall, memories flashing through her mind.

Avery laughed as Dean picked her up, apparently tired with their slow pace going up the stairs of his apartment building. He connected their lips together deeply, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth. They reached his floor, going backwards to his door. Dean gently let her down to search his pockets for the keys, his hand was unsteady as Avery decided this was the perfect moment for her to try unbuckling his belt. Her groaned in frustration before he found it and turning it in the keyhole. She slammed him against the wall besides the door, kissing him roughly and eagerly.

"Down, kitten." Dean mumbled against her lips, this time he kissed her slow and passionately. Their bodies were in sync with each other, her hands tugged on his t-shirt, making him pull away for a moment to remove it and began working on unbuttoning her shirt, he ripped it away when it took too much time.

"And you're telling me to calm down?" Avery breathed. She kicked off her flat shoes while he did the same to his sneakers. Dean slid his hand in her skirt without warning, making her gasp in shock and pleasure. His fingers began to rub the whole length between her legs while his lips came back to kiss her, she moaned in his mouth, feeling the smirk on his face.

"More." She tried to rub their hips together to get any sort of friction, but he had a tight hold on her whole body. He guided her towards his bed, his hands completely leaving her skin. She whimpered at the loss.

"Shhh," Dean soothed her. He stood at the edge of the bed, watching her darkened eyes for a moment for reaching for his jeans and kicking them off him, leaving him in his boxers only. He crawled in the bed, holding his body on top of hers by putting his weight on his elbows. He tugged her skirt to throw it aside. Dean leaned back, she was under his body, between his knees, totally and utterly under his control. He liked that.

Avery backed to the headboard, Dean's bed was small, meant for one person but she was suddenly grateful for the closeness it allowed her to him. She put her hands behind her back to unclasp her royal blue bra-only to be stopped by his hand.

"Let me take care of you." He whispered. "I love you, you know that. right?"

"I love you too." Avery said, she loved the way he was looking at her-like she was the only thing he ever saw.

Dean smiled widely and sat up on his knees. He was determined to watch her reaction to his touch. His finger played with the hem of her panties, her skin was heated making him more and more turned on, but he wanted to make this about her. He pressed lightly on her clit from outside her underwear, driving her crazy. Her back arched as she closed her and buckled upwards, he pushed her back, shushing her softly. He applied more pressure, feeling the moist of her arousal.

"Dean." She uttered his name, her eyes tightly shut.

"Open your eyes, beautiful." He whispered. "Open them and I'll give you what you want."

Avery opened her clouded eyes, making him smile and lay and place a kiss on her forehead. His finger suddenly entered her, still protected by the thin material of her panties. The fabric brushed in her, making her moan louder. He kissed her to keep her quiet, he had neighbors who could hear them. He used his other fingers to rub a different area of her skin. She almost screamed at the pleasant sensation. Dean grinned, content he had discovered a new way to make her wither and squirm, her body still managed to surprise him after a few years of being together.

He took off her panties, sticking two fingers at once and removing them to put them back again, speeding up his pace. He continued like this until four his fingers were inside her, pumping quickly. When he felt she was nearing the edge, he stilled his fingers and took them out, quieting her whine with his lips. He positioned himself so his face was at her entrance, his tongue took a bold lick at her, making her arch her back. He let her this time move as she want. His tongue continued to do tricks on her, he would go rush his pace until she almost came and then stop to repeat his treatment.

Avery buried her head in his pillow, biting into it. She muffled her scream when she climaxed, Dean licked her cum until there was none left. She almost came another time by the time he finished cleaning her.

"Ready?" He asked her, his control clearly running thin.

"Hell yes."

Avery snapped out of her fantasy by the beeping of a text. A sense of dread filled her stomach, her hand shook as she unlocked her phone. She relaxed when she saw it was a text from her mom. She hadn't got an A message since she broke up with Dean. Part of her was glad, the other part felt like she would run through hell and back for their relationship to work again.

So..

Yeah, this is it. I'm getting back to writing. I'm rewriting my stories and gonna publish them again when they are better. This story is a Dean/Oc. I feel like they haven't given much time on the show, and since I love Nathaniel Buzolic, I decided to write a story about him.

I'm also working on a Kol Mikaelson/Oc too, I already have four chapter ready but I'm waiting to finish the fifth to publish.

And to make things clear from the beginning. Avery is Aria's older sister, she's the oldest of her siblings, the rest will be revealed as the story continues. Thanks for reading. I adore reviews but please don't leave hate comments.

The next chapter is coming up as soon as I can.