Story title → I Think I Like It Here
Pairings → Dean/OC, Sam/OC
Type → AU
Rating → M for language and sexual content
Other characters → Jo, Ash, Benny, Castiel, Meg, Bobby, Mary, John
Summary → Claire Morgen and her best friend Becky Mackay move from Penrose (Colorado) to Sioux Falls with the hopes of escaping their small town mind and open up to new experiences. AU Dean/OC, Sam/OC
Disclaimer → I own nothing which is in any way featured on 'Supernatural'. I only own Claire, Becky, Tammy and Jack. Title inspired by the title of S9E1
This isn't the first fanfiction I'm writing, but it's my first AU fanfic and also the first I'm posting on FF. I appreciate any kind of criticism and suggestions you readers send my so don't be shy! I enjoy reading your thoughts :) In the future I might add pictures of all OCs when I get a clearer picture of how I want them to be, I'll definitely keep you posted.
Here's the first chapter! I hope you guys like it. And remember to leave your suggestions/reviews/queries as they give me motivation to keep on writing.
Chapter One.
By the time Becky and Claire got to their new flat, the moving trucks were already there, unloading the furniture and appliances and struggling to take them up to the first floor. Claire was extremely sleepy and tired after an eleven-and-a-half-hour drive from their small hometown of Penrose.
"I told you we should've left half an hour earlier." Claire told her roommate, parking her royal blue '65 Chevy Impala across the street. "But no! You insisted on washing your hair when you already washed it yesterday!"
"I want to look good for our new neighbours." Becky pouted, checking herself in the rearview mirror. "I mean, what if we have a hot neighbour? I need to up my game, it's been a while."
Claire raised an eyebrow. Just the other night, Becky had told her she wasn't looking for any more hookups. She wanted a serious relationship with a serious man.
"It's only been a month, Becks." She frowned, stopping the car and stepping outside. Becky did the same, carrying her make-up bag and handbag, while Claire went round back and started taking out all their suitcases, leaving the ones in the trunk for later. "Imagine how I feel. I haven't been in an intimate relationship with a man since you took me to that frat party. And he only slept with me because he was drunk. I also thought you wanted to settle down this time round"
"Well... yeah. But if I don't look my best I won't attract anyone right? And I think you should too. Don't you want to get laid for real this time?" her friend pointed out. True, Claire wasn't the intimate type, but gaining a few pounds over the past couple of years didn't help either. Those pounds ended her love life.
They crossed the street, leaving Claire struggling with four suitcases, not to mention her guitar case.
"Can you please for the love of Lars Ulrich help me carry these heavy-ass suitcases?!" Claire yelled, and at that exact moment, a tall man with longish, shabby hair walked out of the complex door. Becky's eyes opened as wide as saucers.
"You need help with those?" he asked. Claire glared up at him. Becky rubbed the bridge of her nose; this was why Claire never got laid.
"You think?" she snapped. Becky elbowed her friend, grinning widely at the very sexy man. "I mean, yes. I need help."
The man immediately took hold of three suitcases. There was no way Claire would give him her guitar; she guarded it with her own life.
"I'm Becky." Becky introduced herself. She pointed a thumb at Claire, who was already across the street grabbing more bags. "Grumpy over there is Claire."
"I ain't grumpy!" she yelled from across the street. The man chuckled.
"I'm Sam. I live here. Uh, first floor." he smiled, carrying the bags inside and making his way to the stairs.
'Wow he's so fine!' Becky thought, biting her lower lip.
"I'm moving to the first floor too!" she exclaimed happily. Sam grinned. "Maybe if I need help around the apartment, I can always ask you."
"Sure!" he replied. Jackpot! "Which flat are you moving into?"
"Nine. Claire picked it. She loves that number." Becky explained, rolling here eyes with a smile. Her best friend was that weird. "What about you?"
"Round the corner. Apartment 17. no particular reason." Sam smirked. They arrived in front of apartment 9, where furniture movers were going in and out, carrying bits and pieces. "So, uh, if you need anything and I'm not around, you can always go for my brother. Also apartment 17."
'A brother huh?' Rebecca's eyebrows arched with surprise, not helping the smile forming on her face. For once, Claire nailed it with her apartment choice.
"Actually..." Becky gave him her win-you-over smile. "I kinda need help with setting the furniture now if you're not busy. You know, move them around. You can join me and Claire for dinner in town tonight if you're up for it. Bring your brother too!"
"Becky!" Claire called from the staircase. Claire came rushing with the last of their bags, and her guitar, and set them down, panting heavily. "I'm gonna go drive around town."
'I love you Claire!' Becky thought with a thankful smile, wanting to spend time with Sam. She also knew what Claire meant by that drive: she wanted to see all the car shops in town.
"Okay. Sam's gonna help around with the furniture." Becky replied in her isn't-this-amazing tone, which was only detectable by her bestfriend.
"Thank you, Sam!" Claire grinned. "One rule: break this guitar and you'll have to pay for the damages. And I don't mean the guitar's."
"I'll, uh, be careful." he stammered, nodding frantically. Becky giggled. Sam was so cute when he's flustered!
"You better. See you around or whatever." she said, giving them a wave even though her back was facing them. Claire whistled and hummed 'More Than a Feeling' on her way to the car. Half of what she told Becky was a lie: she was taking her car for a drive... but to the mechanic. Now that she saw the oh-so-very attractive complex neighbour that is Sam, she felt very insecure about fixing the car herself. She didn't want any men to think she was macho anymore. New neighbourhood should mean a new life, a new her.
On her way into Sioux Falls, she spotted a sign reading SINGER'S AUTO SHOP in red, and it seemed legit judging from how big the warehouse looked on the outside. Not only that, but she saw a black '67 Chevy Impala parked outside and she wanted to take a closer look at it. 1967 was the Impala's best year, everyone knew that, bother dad loved the '65 so much he never bothered investing in the better, modern Impala. But Claire grew fond of the '65, which she called Jimmy Page.
She parked in front of a house next to the auto shop, and walked into the garage. There was no one in sight, but she could hear a few cluttering sounds around her. "Hello?" she loudly said.
"Can I help you?" a voice behind her asked. She turned around and saw a man in his early fifties, sporting a beer belly, a beard and a blue baseball cap. He was wiping his hands clean.
"Uh, yes. I just moved to town and my car needs a tune-up. The windows and doors, mostly. They keep making these weird noises whenever they open and—" she rambled, only being interrupted to the old man when he exhaled and rolled his eyes.
She glared at him. 'Prick.'
"I'll get someone." he mumbled and at the top of his lungs, startling Claire, he shouted, "Dean! Come 'ere, ya idgit!"
'What in the name of Bonham was an idjit? Was this Sioux Falls lingo I should be aware of?' she thought, averting her eyes all over the garage. There were more modern cars than vintage, which disappointed her a little. Most of the cars were shiny, convertibles. And then there was the black Impala, to which Claire smiled dreamily.
"If you stare too much, you can stay like that forever, you know." Claire snapped out of her daydream and frowned. That didn't sound like the old man at all. She turned around and froze, as a blond man a few years older than her walked up to the car. He was wearing a plain black tshirt underneath a flannel shirt, jeans and black boots. Patting its hood, he smirked, looking at Claire. "Beauty, isn't she?"
Claire wanted to say yes so badly, but all that came out of her mouth was a small croak sound. She turned bright red. 'Great, barely an hour in town and I'm already embarrassing myself.' she thought, getting lost in the man's green eyes.
"Dean, quit flirtin' and see what her car needs!" the man snapped, turning on his heels and marching away. "Bunch of idgits." he murmured, the words echoing over the garage.
"Ignore Bobby. He's going through menopause." Dean smiled crookedly, his hand still resting on the hood.
Claire giggled, and when Dean raised an eyebrow, she turned bright red and cleared her throat. "So-sorry."
Dean blinked, shrugged and walked out of the garage, followed by Claire. "So, where's your car?" he asked. Claire pointed at the blue Impala. "No way." he softly exclaimed, running towards it. He hesitantly reached a hand over the hood. "I—I thought these were almost extinct!"
"Almost." she repeated, a twinkle in her eye. "Look, I don't want to rush you or anything, but I just moved in town and I have boxes to unpack. So just fix my windows and doors—just three drops of oil, that's all they need."
Dean frowned. "You couldn't that yourself?"
Claire crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. "Yes. But like I said, I just moved and I'm on a hurry and I—"
She was interrupted by Dean's phone playing the beginning of Deep Purple's 'Smoke on the Water'. He lifted a finger so she could excuse him and he accepted the call. "Hello?" Pause. Dean grinned. "Meg, hey." Claire groaned. She was in a hurry and all this Dean kid wanted to do was talk to his girlfriend?! Well this is just great. "Oh, no no. I can talk."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Claire snapped, but Dean ignored her, turning his back to her while still talking on the phone.
"Oh no, princess, it's just someone."
"Just someone?!" Claire repeated, so infuriated she could feel sweat seeping through her tank top. "Listen buddy, if you want this business to last, you better hang up on your stupid girlfriend and fix my goddamn car before I sue the fuck out of this place!"
Dean closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Meg, I'll call you later okay? Tell Cas bro night's tomorrow... Yeah. Bye." After hanging up, his eyes darkened. "Who the fuck do you think you are, lady?! That was my best friend's girlfriend talking to me."
"Whoever she was, it could have waited." Claire snapped back. Was this guy serious?! "I'm under a lot of pressure right now and the last thing I need is for—" She was about to mention Rebecca and, as if on cue, her phone started playing the soundtrack of 'Jaws'. It as her. "Peachy. Just absolutely fucking peachy."
"Was that Jaws?" Dean asked curiously.
Ignoring him, she answered the call. "Becky, I'm at the auto shop we passed before. No, I didn't get raped. No, I won't be staying long."
"Good, because Sam's tired of moving the things around and left a few minutes ago. He agreed to dinner in town. He'll be bringing his brother along too." Becky replied.
'Super. Double date.' "Make sure he isn't a prick. Please."
Her eyes glanced suggestively at Dean, who yelled "Hey!"
"Sam tells me he loves to eat pie and loves to listen to Zeppelin."
Claire grinned. Score! "Sold! I'll be there in ten." she said, and hung up. She put the phone back in her pocket, and when she turned round, Dean was in the garage, emerging with a can of oil. "Make it quick."
"No offence lady, but you don't deserve to drive this beauty." he pointed out as he started working on the doors.
"I do so!" she scoffed as he finished the doors and started working on the windows. "If I don't deserve to drive Jimmy Page, then why is he tip-top conditions? Who do you thinks tunes him up? Me, that's who. You see the engine?" She opened the hood and pointed at the engine. "See how clean it is? That's the original engine you see there. So do NOT tell me I don't deserve to drive Jimmy!"
"Wait, you named your car Jimmy Page?" Dean asked. He didn't look like he was about to fire a snarky comment at her. He actually looked... impressed. "You like Led Zeppelin?"
"Psh like is an understatement." she grinned. "Why else would I have their logo tattooed on my wrist?" She lifted up her wrist to show him the tattoo, where there was the band name and the four symbols representing each member. "They're my favourite band of all time."
"Well, in that case, I believe we got on the wrong foot." Dean told her, giving her the most dazzling smile she'd ever seen. She could feel the ground beneath her feet shaking, breaking, opening up to swallow her. She realised how attractive he was. "And I also didn't get your name."
"Uh, Cl-Claire." she stammered back. It's the eyes... it's always the eyes!
"Well Claire, I hope I'll see you soon. I gotta get back to work."
"Wait, how much do I owe you?" she asked him, fishing for the couple of bills she had stuffed in the pocket of her jeans.
Smirking, he replied, "On the house. I'll see you around, lady."
Claire kept staring at him as he went back inside the garage, and released a breathe she didn't realise she was holding. She entered the car, started it and drove off. She took out her hone and sent Rebecca a text, smiling broadly.
"I think I like it here." it read.
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So after some pondering that made me stay up all night, I decided who I want my OC protagonists to look like; I took the liberty of linking a picture in my 'Bio' section (I DON'T OWN THE PHOTOS!). I'll come round and create a banner when I learn how to (which is probably never).