This is for nickiR0x, who requested this wonderful prompt. You are awesome, love. Seriously. If I could, I would give you Sam wrapped up in a bow and nothing else. That's a lovely thought, actually. Enjoy!
Dean knows he's not supposed to take Sam and Tawny anywhere when dad and Uncle Bobby are on a hunt. It's been a rule since the beginning, and he can't forget it because there are only three rules:
1. Keep the doors and windows locked and salted.
2. Do not leave the building.
3. Protect Sammy and Tawny at all costs.
Dean had been perfectly content to follow the rules, but that was until he got blindsided by the two fifteen-year-olds. See, Sam, no matter how much Dean loves the kid, is someone he can say no to. But Tawny? All Tawny has to do is look at him with those big brown eyes of hers and he'll go get her the fucking moon if she asks for it. So when Sam comes out of the small second bedroom of the month-by-month house John's renting and asks Dean if he and Tawny can go down the street to see a movie, Dean knows that if he says no to Sam, Tawny'll come out here and he'll end up taking them. But at the same time, he just doesn't feel right blatantly breaking the rules.
"No," Dean says, turning back to the football game.
"But –" Sam starts, but Dean shoots him a look.
"We can't leave the house, Sammy. You know the rules."
Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Since when have you ever worried about breaking the rules?" he shoots at Dean, and when Dean looks up at him he narrows his eyes in a silent challenge.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean says, but he does know what Sam's talking about. Two nights ago he snuck out when he thought Sam and Tawny were asleep, but they obviously weren't. Tammy Panabaker lives three blocks away and he picked her up at her house before going to the park. She'd called out his name as she came, but all he could see when he finally let go and gave in to the pleasure was a pair of big brown eyes.
The couch vibrating for a moment brings Dean out of his thoughts and he looks up at Sam, who kicks the corner of the couch again. "Sam, we're not going, end of discussion," Dean says, and Sam looks at him pointedly this time when he kicks the couch a third time.
"Stop it," Dean grinds out, looking back at the TV to see the game's gone into overtime. He hears Sam let out an annoyed huff before he stomps back down the hall. The door to the bedroom slams and Dean rolls his own eyes. He can practically hear them plotting, and he isn't surprised at all when he hears the bedroom door open again a few minutes later and hears lighter footsteps coming down the hall.
"How's the game?" Tawny asks, leaning against the back of the couch. He looks over to see she's bent forward with her weight on her forearms, her hair falling in messy curls over her slender shoulders. He has to swallow down a mysterious lump in his throat when he sees that she's wearing one of his undershirts.
"Helloooo," she looks over and says, waving her hand in front of his face. Dean clears his throat, nodding his head slightly. "It was good. Dallas kicked Miami's ass."
Dean watches as Tawny climbs over the back of the couch and settles cross-legged next to him, so close her knee is resting on his thigh. "I don't even know why Miami tries," she laughs, shaking her head. They sit in relative silence for a minute or so, watching an infomercial for a fancy blender. As if she was waiting for it, a commercial comes on and Tawny clears her throat.
"So," she starts, playing with the hem of the basketball shorts she obviously stole from Sam. "There's this movie that Sam and I really, really wanna see and –"
"Tawny, you know the rules. We can't leave the house," Dean says, although this time he's less stern than he was with Sam. He expects it when Tawny turns completely, kneeling into the seat cushion and putting her hands on his shoulder.
"I know the rules Dean! But our dads won't be back for another two days and Sam and I won't tell them! You don't have to pay for anything! We'll buy your ticket and whatever you want to eat and I'll do the dishes and wash your car and –"
"Okay, who are you meeting?"
Tawny blinks owlishly at Dean, surprise on her face. "Well," Tawny says, sitting back on her heels. "There's this guy that Sam knows from school and he asked if I could go to the movies with him, and Sammy likes his sister so…"
She looks down at her hands for a moment before glancing back up at Dean. "Please?" He sees her eyes start to get wide and her mouth starts to turn down so he looks back at the TV, trying his best to avoid looking at her. For all her innocence, Tawny is really good at manipulating Dean into giving her what she wants. He almost expects her to drop it, so when she climbs into his lap, leaning in so her knees are trapping his hips, he jumps slightly. Then, as if the situation couldn't get any worse, he feels a significant twitch between his legs. Luckily Tawny leans back a bit, her rear resting just above his knees, her hands on his shoulders.
"Please, Dean?" she begs, and when she sticks out her lower lip, a fresh wave of blood shoots between his legs.
"Fine," he snaps, trying not to moan when she surges forward, her weight resting dangerously on his groin. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cheers in his ear, bouncing wonderfully every time she thanks him. He embraces her for a second before pushing her back a bit.
"Go get ready before I change my mind, shortstack."
He sighs with relief when she jumps gracefully from his lap and runs down the hall. He stands just in time to see her shove Sam unceremoniously from the room with his clothes in his arms.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam and Dean are sitting on the couch when Tawny finally comes out. Dean feels a stirring deep in his belly when he sees that she's in a pair of skin-tight jeans and a tank top hardly bigger than a bandana.
"Oh, thank God. You take so freaking long, Tawny," Sam breathes at Dean's side. Tawny rolls her eyes, smacking him lightly in the stomach with the back of her hand as he stands.
"Ow," he complains, looking at her reproachfully. She walks over to the door and tugs it open, walking out to the car. Sam follows, and Dean glances around the room, grabbing his favorite knife off of the coffee table. He tucks it into his pants before following both of the out into the cool night air. He sees both of them leaning against the hood, heads close together as they talk about something. Dean can't help but smile fondly at them as Tawny breaks out in a fit of giggles, leaning against Sam's shoulder with a hand over her mouth. They just look so normal, like they're a couple of regular kids going to the movies. Dean silently promises them that tonight will be a night of fun.
"What's so funny?" Dean asks nonchalantly, walking over to the driver's side. Sam shakes his head. "Nothin'." He pulls the door open, sliding over enough to unlock the passenger's door so the two of them can join him. The theater is only a few blocks away, so the ride is quick. Which, honestly, is a blessing because all Dean can concentrate on is Tawny's perfume. Dean pulls the car up, parking it across the street from the theater, and when he looks over to the box office, he sees a boy and girl standing there.
They all climb out, the girl waving immediately. Sam grins sheepishly and waves back before rounding on Dean. "Please, please don't embarrass us tonight, okay Dean?" Sam pleads, and Dean rolls his eyes.
"Whatever."
But he knows it's going to be hard to just sit by quietly when the first thing the guy does is wrap his arm around Tawny's shoulder and plants a sloppy kiss on her cheek. He's obviously an upperclassman, his football jacket from the Varsity team, and Dean feels something flip in his chest. His instinct is telling him to get Tawny as far away from this guy as possible, but he just chalks it up to his inability to trust people because of the life he lives.
"Here," Sam says, shoving a ticket into Dean's hand. He looks down at it, trying his best not to groan.
"The Matrix, really?" Dean gripes quietly, and Sam shoots him a look. "You promised," Sam hisses. Dean rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders, but nods anyways. Walking over to the door, Dean grabs the handle, ushering them all inside. They're the only ones there, which makes Dean feel a little better. If something does go down tonight, it won't be too hard to get Tawny and Sam the hell out. With the way Tawny's holding hands with that boy, though, Dean is almost tempted to make something up just so he doesn't have to see this kid practically groping his Tawny.
"Hey, Dean," Tawny suddenly says, turning to look at him. "You want anything?" He shakes his head, watching closely as the kid drops Tawny's hand. He looks at her expectantly and Tawny seems to catch on, reaching into her pocket. She pulls out a few bills and Dean feels that burning flip in his chest again. He wasn't exactly boyfriend material himself, but Dean knew that you never make the girl pay. This guy was a bona fide douche.
Dean's glad when they finally get into the theater and the lights go out. He's sitting in the very back row, Sam, Tawny and their dates in the middle. Dean kind of blanks out during the opening credits of the movie, his thoughts wandering to various topics. About half way through, he looks down at Tawny to see that she's pressed against the jock's side and when the screen flashes brightly, illuminating the theater, Dean can see that they're making out. He feels a hard twist in his chest, and he squeezes the armrests in an attempt to keep from climbing over the seats and ripping that prick off of her. Dean forces himself to look away, mentally disassembling and reassembling every gun he has in the trunk of the Impala. He's about halfway through when the credits roll and the lights come back on, and thankfully he's loosened his death grip on the armrests.
They make it back outside, Dean wishing that the others would move a bit faster. Dean heads straight for his car, digging the keys out of his jacket pocket as he crosses the street. He turns when his hand is wrapped around the doorhandle, turning his head to see Sam and Tawny still standing by the doors of the theater, a few feet apart. Sam gives the girl a kiss on the cheek and turns to Tawny, who says something to him before turning back to the jock. Dean yanks the door open and climbs into the car, unable to stand the sight of them anymore. He wonders why he suddenly feels so protective, and snapshots of Tawny growing up flash through his mind. He's content to think that his job has always been to take care of her and Sam, so that's why he feels this way.
Dean breaks away from his thoughts when he hears the other door open and Sam slides in. "Where's Tawny?" Dean asks. "Oh, she's just sayin' goodbye to –"
Sam glances over Dean's shoulder for a moment, and Dean's stomach drops when he sees Sam's eyes go wide and his face pales. Dean turns quickly, seeing that Tawny and her date are gone, along with the jock's sister.
"Stay here," Dean manages to say before he bolts out of the car. He walks briskly up to the theater where they were just standing, looking around for any sign of them. He's about to call Tawny's name when he hears her scream. He takes off at a run around the building, spotting them in the mostly empty parking lot immediately. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees that the jock has Tawny pressed up against the side of his truck, one hand fisted tightly in her hair, the other trying to pull her shirt up and off.
"Oh, c'mon, sweetheart. You know you want it," he drawls, and Tawny paws at his chest, trying to push him away. "No, I don't," she says, and Dean can hear the tears in her voice. "Get off me, Steven. Please."
But Steven ignores her, pulling his hand out of her shirt and grabbing her wrists as he slams his mouth against hers. Tawny's eyes widen when she looks over and obviously spots Dean. He strides over to the truck, grabbing the collar of Steven's jacket and pulling him roughly off of Tawny. He sees red as he jerks him back, spinning as his death-grip remains. Steven loses his footing and Dean lets go, letting him fall to the ground hard.
"Get the fuck away from her," Dean growls, and he plants a kick just under the guys ribs. He's about to kick him again when he feels Tawny's hand on his shoulder. He turns, his heart jumping up into his throat when he sees her tearstained face. "Let's go, Dean," she whispers. He nods, grabbing her hand. As soon as he turns he feels something solid collide with his jaw and he sees stars for a moment before he realizes that it was Steven's fist.
"C'mon, asshole," Steven challenges, crowding into Dean's space. Dean shakes his head softly, pushing him away. "You don't wanna do this," Dean says, but Steven shoves him back and reaches around for Tawny, and before he even thinks about what he's doing, Dean punches him in the face, the crunch of his nose breaking loud in the silent parking lot. Steven falls to the ground, one hand holding him up, the other cupped over his face. Dean's glad to see there's a steady flow of blood seeping through his fingers.
Steven tries to stand but Dean leans down, putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back down. "Get up, and I'll break something else. You even look at my girl again, and I'll fuckin' kill you. Got it, shitstain?" Dean growls. Steven's eyes widen and he starts to say something, but Dean ignores him, turning to put an arm around Tawny's shoulders. He tugs her into his chest, pressing a few soft kisses against her forehead as he leads her back to the car. Sam climbs out as soon as he sees how upset Tawny is, jogging around the hood to grab Tawny. She melts into his chest, crying softly as he wraps his arms around her. "What happened?" he asks quietly, one hand petting over Tawny's hair. Dean shakes his head before jerking his chin towards the car. "Let's get her back to the house, 'kay? I'll fill ya in later."
Dean floors it back to the house. Tawny stays pressed to Sam's side, her face buried in his neck, but she reaches out for Dean. He wraps his fingers loosely around her wrist, his thumb absently brushing the back of her hand. Once Dean pulls into the driveway Sam opens his door, practically carrying Tawny back into the house. Once they're inside, Dean lays down a salt line as Sam leads Tawny over to the couch. When he's done, Dean joins them, watching closely how Sam pulls off her shoes before letting Tawny curl into his chest again. Dean shrugs off his jacket and tosses it on the coffee table before sinking down on her other side, gently rubbing soft circles on her back. He knows that he should be scolding her right now. It was stupid of her to go off by herself. If Dean hadn't shown up when he did…
He can't bring himself to finish that thought. After a few minutes Tawny's shoulders still and her breathing evens out and Dean knows she's fallen asleep. Sam looks over at Dean, silently asking him to take her, so Dean stands.
"I'll take her to bed," Dean offers quietly, and Sam nods. Dean can't help but smile when Sam presses a kiss to Tawny's head. The kid really does care about her. He bends and scoops Tawny up, one hand under her knees, the other under her back. He feels a warmth seep through his chest when she wraps her arms around his neck and her face turns to rest on his shoulder. He can feel her breathing against the skin under his jaw as he gently carries her down the hall. He nudges the door to the bedroom she's staying in open, carrying her over to the bed in the corner. He lays her down, bending to kiss her forehead and brush her bangs back.
"You should get changed, sweetheart," he murmurs against the skin there, but Tawny only hums in her sleep. Dean knows that sleeping in jeans isn't exactly comfortable, and he's done this a thousand times, but he can't stop his hands from shaking as he reaches down and tugs her jeans open. Tawny lifts her hips slightly as he pulls them off, and she mumbles something that he doesn't quite catch. His heart is beating hard behind his ribs as he folds the jeans and lays them on the dresser before walking back over to the bed. He pulls the blankets up and kisses her forehead again, but this time when he pulls away she reaches up, grabbing his wrist.
"Stay," she asks, her eyes heavy and tired and Dean can see fresh tears in her eyes. He nods once, just a jerk of his chin, before he kicks off his shoes and starts to climb into the bed, but Tawny's hand on his hip stops him. "Jeans," she mutters sleepily, and Dean has to think of naked old women for a moment. He somehow manages to get his own jeans off, now clad only in a t-shirt and boxer briefs. He climbs into the bed and Tawny immediately snuggles up to his chest, her arm sliding around his waist and her leg sliding over to rest between his own. "Sleep," she murmurs softly, and Dean does because he just can't tell her no.