Meeting Mary

Next little chapter of this, a little back story of Dean and Mary meeting for the first time.

November – four months earlier

Mary watched as the new guy that had just started was introduced to Charlie, the resident 'I've been here since Jesus was a baby' mechanic. If the view of the muscles on his arms and the nice ass hadn't decide her that he was worth checking out, the fact that he had just got Charlie to laugh was. Charlie never laughed, didn't approve of frivolity, yet here he was not a half hour after meeting the guy, laughing with him and slapping him on that rather nicely shaped back. She moved over to get a better look at his face and felt her stomach do a little flip as her blue eyes locked with his green ones as he turned briefly, caught her eye and smiled at her. She smiled back not missing the little flick he did with his eyes as he checked her out.

It was five o'clock and she should be going home by now but there were still some bills that had to be invoiced and out tonight and besides, now she had something worth looking at as she worked. Things were definitely looking up. She watched as he took in what Charlie was saying to him and then lent into the engine bay of the car and she tried not to tilt her head to get a better view. The jeans slung low on his hips were just at the right level to be sexy and then his t-shirt rose up to expose a bit of skin and she had to force herself to blink.

She wiped her mouth, suddenly aware that she was drooling.

"Those bills won't write and post themselves you know!" She jumped and turned round to see her boss Andrew trying hard not to grin at her.

"I see you noticed that I'd finally hired someone that's your side of fifty…like an introduction?" He placed a hand on her back and pushed her forward.

Her faced flushed at the fact that her boss had caught her ogling the new guy's ass. "No it's ok…really."

"Come on, I hear he doesn't bite. Dean!" The guy turned at the sound of Andrew's voice.

Mary swallowed hard, he had the most beautiful eyes and long lashes that she had ever seen on a man and as for the lips….."

Andrew speaking dragged her back from her observations. "This is Mary, she works in our office, has done for the last two years, I'll get her to show you around the place properly tomorrow. Mary.." Andrew turned to her. "…this here is Dean, he's going to work here in the evenings, after school."

She looked at him again, taking in the boyish freckles this time and realising that he was younger than she had first thought, something about his eyes and the way he was built just made her think, when she looked at him, that he was older.

"Hi, nice to meet you." He smiled a small, shy smile and she could have sworn that a little jolt of electricity passed between them when he held out his hand and she shook it.

"Likewise." She drew her hand back as quickly as she could without seeming rude. Her action changed his smile to a grin and that's when she know he'd felt it too…that little spark of something between them.

"So, do you think you're gonna like it here Dean?" Andrew was asking but Dean was still looking at her.

"It's looking good so far." He tore his eyes away and smiled at Andrew.

Mary pointed behind her. "It'd better get back…to the office…bills and everything."

"I'll maybe speak to you later then."

She stepped back into her sanctuary, put a little distance between them. "Yeah, later."

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She was packing up an hour later and had walked into the little staff area to wash her cup when she realised that Dean was washing grease off his hands there. He had taken his dirty t-shirt off and the fresh one he was about to change into was lying on one of the tables. Mary walked up to the sink thinking that either God hated her or he loved her a little too much. She slid past him, wanting to touch but trying not too and deposited her cup in the sink he was standing in front of. She tried really hard not to watch as he pulled the clean t-shirt on and slid the material down his toned chest. He turned and she found that she had somehow managed to trap herself between him and the wall.

"Hey. You work late, don't you?"

She breathed out as he walked away and sat down at one of the tables. "Only sometimes, end of the month's always busy and Elaine is off, so I'm picking up the slack." She lent against the sink. "So are you from around here?"

He shook his head. "No. We travel a lot, from Kansas originally though. My Dad's got a job here."

"Andrew said you're still at school? Which one?"

"Hillman High."

"I used to go there, it's not a bad place…teachers are nice."

"I'll take your word for it. So when did you leave?"

She knew that he was trying to gauge how old she was. "Four years ago."

"So you're like…old then?" He grinned at her cheekily.

"And you're still a kid." She grinned back.

"I'm sixteen." The lie slipped easily from his mouth. He was less than three months short of his sixteenth birthday but she didn't need to know that. "And I am not a kid."

He walked over to her, leaning round her to get a cup, up close, almost pressed against her. Taking a cup from the sink he rinsed it and filled it with water. She watched as he stepped back and tilted his head to down the water almost in one.

Sixteen but definitely not a kid her head agreed with him.

"So do you live nearby?" Dean stepped away and picked up the dirty t-shirt from the table.

"Like I'm gonna tell you…you could be a serial killer for all I know."

He laughed. "I could be at that." With that he walked through to the little locker room.

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She grabbed her jacket, locked her office and stuck her head round the door of Andrew's office. "That's me off."

He raised his head. "See you tomorrow then Mary, have a good one."

Waving goodbye she walked out and headed for home.

She had gone less than a mile when she realised that Dean was trailing behind her. "You following me?" Mary put her hands on her hips and scowled at him.

"Just admiring the view on my way home…I live this way too you know. Why would I be following you anyway?"

"I walking in front of you, you're walking behind me…technically…that's following!"

He laughed and she wanted to ask him to do it again, she thought it was the sexiest sound that she had ever heard. She kicked the thought away. "So where do you live then?"

He looked at his hands, embarrassment flooding his face and strangely making him even more adorable to her. "We're staying at the Avenue Motel. Do you know it?" His face told her he hoped that she didn't.

"Oh my God, you poor soul, my Dad made us stay there when he decided to build his own house. We were there for a year on and off."

"Ouch. We've been there two weeks and I hate it, I couldn't imagine staying there for a whole year."

She grabbed his arm as they walked and talked. "Do the pipes still rattle at five in the morning?"

He rolled his eyes. "Every morning. It's driving my crazy."

They both laughed and Mary slipped her arm further into his. "So is it just you and your Dad?"

"No, I've got a brother, younger than me. What about you? Any siblings from Hell?"

She went quiet for a minute. "No there's just me."

He realised that there was an extra meaning behind the statement. "Where are your parents?"

She looked down and he wished he hadn't asked. "My parents are dead."

"I'm sorry. My mother is too."

"It's ok, it was a couple of years ago, a car wreck. What about your mom?"

"She died in a fire. I was four."

"Oh." They walked on in silence for a while until Mary broke it. "So…why did you pick the garage to work in?"

"My Dad's a mechanic to trade, he taught me about cars, I enjoy it and I'm good at it." He paused. "Besides we could do with the money."

Mary knew that no one really would stay in the Avenue motel if they had a choice. Her Dad had almost bankrupted himself building the house, that was why they had stayed there.

She changed the subject. "Andrew's a great boss, you'll like it at the garage."

"I like it already." He smiled at her and she felt her whole inside light up. "I appreciated him giving me the chance."

"He's a sucker for lost causes, that's how he ended up with me."

"Thanks for that."

"You're welcome." She stopped and pointed to the house they were outside. "Well this is me."

Dean stared up at the house. "God, this is beautiful. Your Dad built this himself?"

She beamed at him. "Yeah, it was a real labour of love. It took him nearly four years to get it just how he wanted it…of course we kept running out of money, which didn't help."

"It's a nice memorial to him then." He was so serious as he spoke and she thought at that moment he was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.

"I never thought of it like that before, it's always just been home for me, but your right, I suppose it is his memorial." She stepped back to look at the house and tripped over his foot, his hands coming up automatically to her waist to stop her falling. She turned in them and he lowered his head to her, took his hands and moved them up to her face, cupping it gently and stealing a kiss from her.

She stepped back. "What was that for?"

"Payment…for standing on my foot." The little cheeky grin made a fleeting appearance on his face and she laughed and then stilled.

Mary smiled and stepped on his foot again.

Dean leaned in close. "So…it's war then?"

"I think maybe it is."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in hard against him, covering her mouth with his, his lips a gentle caress across hers until she responded and then he deepened it. She felt his hands slip under her shirt and she hissed at the coldness of them against her warn skin but she didn't want him to take them away, she want him to let them explore further. He read her mind. She only stopped him when he cupped her breasts in them through her bra.

"Dean. Don't." She couldn't believe how much she could want someone she had really only just met, but at least she knew that the feeling was mutual. If she had let him in she didn't think that this would have been just a one night stand, there was something there, she just wasn't ready to explore it so quickly. That's not who she was…heck this wasn't even who she was.

"Sorry." He left a little trail of kisses along her neck and then he let her go.

"Do you always try to seduce strange woman the first time you met them?"

"Not always."

"Not your first time round the block though?"

He knew what she was trying to ask. "No, I've been around the block a couple of times before." He blushed as he said it.

"So, when did you say you turned sixteen?"

"I didn't."

She stopped him there. "Really? You're not sixteen?" She took a step back.

"August." He said the first month that came into his head.

"Fast worker then to get round that block a few times in three months. Love 'em and leave 'em type of guy eh?"

"Maybe." He lent in and captured her lips again, revelling in the thrill that ran through him. "Maybe not."

She pulled away. "I need to go." She walked down her path and stopped at the steps. "So I guess that I'll see you tomorrow then."

"God I hope so."

She laughed lightly at his answer. "Night Dean."

"G'night Mary." She walked inside and resisted the urge to squeal with excitement.

Dean walked off whistling softly to himself. Suddenly this town and the crappy motel didn't seem to be so bad after all.