AN: And here we go. I actually got this chapter finished sooner then I thought I would. I thought it would be kind of boring because it's mostly a filler chapter and an introduction chapter, but it actually turned out pretty good.

Title inspiration: Obiviously the classic The Who song Baba O'Riley. Duh.

Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own 'em. Yet.....*laughs evilly*......


Playing Matchmaker

Written by Becks Rylynn


Chapter Three: Teenage Wasteland

''Rose?''

Ben slammed his locker shut and shifted his backpack, turning his piercing Winchester gaze to Lucas. The redheaded boy was leaning against his own locker, arms folded over his chest, face scrunched up in disapproval. ''Yes, Rose,'' Ben shrugged. Why was everyone so hung up on this name? It wasn't that bad. He actually kind of liked it. ''I don't get what the big deal is.''

''Well....'' Lucas worked his jaw for a moment, but appparently it was a little too long of a moment because Ben started to brush past him. Lucas pushed off the locker and rushed to catch up with his friend. ''Is your little cousin...eighty? Because that's how old she sounds.''

''What? They're calling her Rosie. That's a cutesie nickname.'' And then realization of what he had just said caught up to him and Ben almost threw up in his mouth a little. ''Oh, god, oh, god, I'm talking like her. I'm talking like Mia Karpentar.'' He shook his head. Reason #85 why he needed to stop this insanity. ''This must end.'' Glancing around the hallway, Ben pulled Lucas into an empty classroom and looked around again like he expected someone to jump out of the closet and foil his evil plan. ''I need to talk to you about phase two.''

''Oooh.'' Lucas clapped his hands together and pushed an errant strand of floppy red hair out of his face. ''Phase two!'' The excited smile faded off his face, however, as soon as he realized something and he shook his head. ''Wait. What's phase two?''

''A romantic dinner for two.''

A pause.

Another pause.

Still on pause.

And then....

...Lucas burst out laughing, doubling over and clutching his sides like he was trying to keep them together. Rolling his eyes, Ben shook his head and leaned against the teacher's desk patiently waiting for his friend to finish laughing. It wasn't that funny.

''No,'' Lucas gasped out through peels of laughter, ''seriously, dude, what's phase two?''

''I am serious, Luke.''

The teenager formerly known as Snoopy in Lawrence Junior High's production of Charlie Brown straightened and sobered, looking at his friend like he had two heads. ''A romantic dinner for two? Do you realize how Disney Channel that sounds? Not to mention how are we going to get those two to go to a romantic dinner for two?''

Ben sighed at that and moved around the desk, making the mistake of stopping in front of the door. Now that was a problem. How was he going to get Dean and Ruby to go along with this? Even if his father wasn't pretending to be madly in love with Mia, they would never do it. They were incredibly stubborn. A real character flaw. ''I don't know....maybe I could ask Ellen?''

''Also,'' Lucas continued flawlessly, like he hadn't heard Ben's comment. ''We're...guys, Ben. How are we going to come up with a romantic setting?''

''Well....obviously we need a girl's help.''

''Oh, great.'' Lucas shook his head. Yeah, like girls just grew on trees. For the most part, Lucas couldn't even remember the last girl who had talked to him. Of course that may have had something to do with the fact that whenever he tried to talk to a girl he started stuttering and his hands got all sweaty and once when he was talking to his crush Kyla Jennings, he had thrown up. Of course, he had been seven at the time and he had just eaten an entire box of Oreo cookies, but still.... ''Where exactly are we supposed to find a girl, Benjamin?''

As if on cue, the door bust open and a girl came barreling through, smacking straight into Ben and taking them both to the ground.

Lucas' jaw dropped. Whoa. ''Huh,'' he tilted his head to the side and looked at the door, smiling widely. ''Okay, my turn.'' Truly expecting some hot girl was going to come sauntering through, right into his arms, he held his arms out and braced himself for impact.

Nothing.

The girl currently on top of Ben (and didn't that just sound wrong?) chuckled nervously and pushed raven strands out of her eyes. ''Ohmigod, I am so, so, sor - Ben?''

He groaned at the pain shooting up and down his body and looked at her carefully, recognizing her instantly. ''Franny?'' The girl had pale skin, her raven hair turning her skin a few shades whiter and she was absolutely the most clutzy girl in school. No joke. When Franny Morelli was in the room, everyone knew to look out. Ben had learned that first had when she had been his partner on a project a few weeks back and both she and the project had fallen into the fountain outside of the school. However, she was also kind and funny and....very, very pretty.

She beamed and waved, smiling an overly perky smile. ''Hiya, Winchester. Has anyone ever told you make a good pillow?''

''I can honestly say, um, no. No one has ever told me I make a good pillow before.'' He groaned again and shifted. ''Uh...Franny....your knee is in a very bad place.''

''Oh!'' Her eyes widened and she grimaced in apology, immediately rolling off him and getting to her feet. ''Sorry.'' She offered him her hand, smiling sheepishly and he took it, ignoring the small spark that passed through him. Kind of felt like an electric shock. But - no! Now was not the time to be worrying about his own love life, he was still young, he had plenty of time for that. His father on the other hand? Well, he was in his thirties after all. Turning 30 was like the end of the world to a thirteen year old. And Dean was thirty-three. To a teenager that was halfway dead.

''Are you okay?'' He heard Franny ask.

''Uh....yeah, I'm fine.''

''Good,'' she smiled in relief and bent down to pick up her bag and her papers, which had fluttered all over the room. When she looked up, her eyes strayed to Lucas and she frowned. ''Um...is he okay?''

''Huh? What? Who? Oh!'' Remembering Lucas was in the room, Ben swallowed and turned to his best friend, instantly shaking his head in disappointment. Jesus, Lucas could be such a child sometimes. ''Luke!'' Nothing. ''Lucas, you doorknob, snap out of it.'' For emphasis, Ben leaned over and flicked Lucas on the forehead. The boy snapped out of whatever fantasy he was having and opened his eyes, slowly lowering his arms.

Nope. No girl for him. ''Aww, that's no fair.'' He turned his gaze to Ben. ''You always get the hot chicks. Damn Winchester genes.''

''Uh...am I...am I interrupting something?'' Franny asked, slinging her pink messenger bag over her shoulder and smoothing down her black sweater, somewhat self conciously. Had Franny Morelli ever been alone in a room with two boys her age? No. All the boys were afraid of her just because she was the tinsiest bit clumsy. How rude, right? Had Franny ever been alone in a room with a Winchester? Heck no. Choking down a hysteric laugh, she nervously twirled a strand of dark hair and looked in between the boys. ''What were you two doing anyways?''

They looked at each other and she was sure she saw something almost dangerous flicker in their eyes.

''Hey, uh, Franny,'' Ben smiled widely and took a step towards her. ''You're a girl right?''

She blinked and her eyes remained blank and confused. How was she supposed to answer that question exactly?

Ben shook his head and held his hands up. ''Wait, no, I-I don't mean that, I mean...'' He drew in a sharp breath and smiled, a little shakily. Girls. New one for him. Oh, his father would be so proud. ''Can we strike that comment from the record?'' She smiled and...well...it was...it was very...pretty. The youngest Winchester (well, not really the youngest anymore. Rosie was the youngest now. Poor kid.) cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Franny nodded slightly and shifted her armful of books and papers, nearly dropping them. ''Consider it stricken. Continue.''

''We...We kind of need a girl's help.''

She shrugged. ''Okay...with what?''

''Breaking up his father's wedding,'' Lucas piped up, helpfully.

When Franny's face contorted in horror, Ben groaned and dropped his head into his hands. Why was he friends with this kid?

''Uh...yeah, that...doesn't really sound like something I'd be into.'' She turned to go, but Ben called after her and something in his voice made her stop.

''Wait! Franny, you don't understand! It's not like that.'' He moved forwards, attempting to calm her down, cursing Lucas silently in his head. How was he even going to begin to explain this to her? Did she have like a thousand years? 'Cause going over the whole story was going to take awhile. ''My father...he doesn't belong with this woman he's going to marry. He belongs with Ruby.''

''Ruby,'' she mulled over the name for a moment and then snapped her fingers, eyes brightening in realization. ''Oh right! She's your mother, right? The one all the girls talk about?''

''She's not my...wait...all the girls talk about her?''

''Well, yeah. She's got three of the hottest guys in town wrapped around her finger.'' At the question in his eyes, she simply shrugged and offered no apology. ''My mother's a big gossip and...Lawrence has it's fair share of drama. Strange things happen here and my mother likes to talk about them.''

Strange things happen here.

The understatement of the fucking year.

Besides being home to the two most dramatic people on earth who were real and not fictional characters in a soap opera, Lawrence was also a magnet for supernatural energy and apparently there was a lot of human drama too. Huh. Ben would have to look into that later. In a town this small, he was always looking for things to entertain him.

''Maybe you've heard of her,'' Franny was saying, tongue darting out to moisten her lips. ''Lissy Morelli?''

When Ben and Lucas continued to look at her like she had just asked the toughest algebra question in history, she shook her head and made a dismissive hand gesture. ''Never mind. So....are you two really asking me for help? To break up your father's wedding? Isn't that a little...romantic-comedy-straight-to-dvd?'' Still curious about this so-called plan of destroying a wedding, Franny moved past the boys and slid into a desk, clasping her hands and looking up at them like they were teaching her something incredible.

''Yes, we're risking serious Lifetime movie moments here,'' Ben shrugged and smiled at her, eyes twinkling with laughter. He didn't know it, but he really looked like his father at the moment. ''But you do what you gotta do to make the two dumbest people on earth realize their mutual fate and - '' He clapped his hands together and the loud nose startled Lucas beside him.

Franny rose a single eyebrow. ''Smoosh together?'' She paused and shook her head, red tinging her pale cheeks. ''Boy, do I wish I had said that differently.''

''Oh no,'' Lucas nodded and sat down next to her, smiling like a dope. Something told her he was not used to being in the presence of a girl. Considering the way he acted around girls that was truly shocking. Really....That was sarcasm, by the way. ''You were right.'' Lucas said happily. ''There probably will be smooshing. It is Dean and Ruby after all. They're very physical.''

''Thank you Lucas for those images that will never fade.'' Ben drew in a sharp breath and rubbed at his eyes like he was trying to rub at his brain to make those bad images go away. When they didn't, he simply shrugged and sent what he hoped was a charming grin towards Franny. ''Well, time to repress another memory.''

''Been there done that, Winchester.'' Franny checked her watch and stood, foot catching in the leg of the desk and sending her stumbling. She managed to catch herself before she hit the ground and bit back a sigh. Clumsiness was most definitely not fun. As much as she would have loved to stay here and continue this very entertaining conversation, she had to get to math class. The ninth level of hell. ''So, let me get this straight. You want me to help you break up your father's impending wedding and get him to get together with your mother?''

''Ruby's not my mother.''

''Whatever. Why me?''

''Honestly? Because you were the first girl to walk through that door. Not to mention the only one who will talk to me.'' There were a lot of similiarities between Ben Winchester and his father. He got a lot of things from Dean. He did not, however, have the Casanova gene.

She thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. ''Fair enough. I have study hall fifth period, I know you do too. I see you boys throwing spit balls at the librarian. Mature, by the way. I'll talk to you about your crazy scheme then.'' She arched an eyebrow at Lucas, threw a smile towards Ben and then sauntered out the door just as the bell rang.

Lucas and Ben remained locked in place for exactly two minutes before Ben frowned and turned to Lucas. ''What the hell just happened?''

This had so not been in the game plan.

--

Eyes wild and panicked, Ruby burst through the door of the garage that wasn't meant for customers. The sound of metal against metal rang in her ears as she rushed through the garage, completely ignoring the cat calls and greetings from the grease monkeys. She had been rudely awakened from her slumber that morning by an urgent text message from Dean telling her to ''get here now''. And when Dean Winchester sent you a text message, it was reason to panic. The man barely knew how to use a cell phone to make a call. For god's sake, Ruby was more tech smart then him. And she was a demon.

''Well, well, well, look who it is. Winchester's girl.'' A middle aged man streaked with grease looked up from a clipboard and threw her a smirk. ''How've you been? Still not gettin' any from that boy?''

She rolled her eyes and pushed blonde hair out of her eyes. ''No time, Gil. Dean in his office?''

''Where else would he be?''

''Great, thanks.'' Barely stopping to throw the man a small grateful smile, she fell through the door of the office and immediately had to stop to breathe. ''Dean! What's wrong? Is it Ben? Is he okay?'' She paused, gasping for air. ''Where is he? You're not answering!''

Startled by her entrance, Dean looked up from his paperwork and pressed his lips together to keep from laughing. ''Wow, darlin' you look like crap.''

She scowled and smoothed down her mussed hair and wrinkled clothes self conciously. ''Don't darlin' me, Dean Winchester. What's the emergency? Why did I have to drag myself out of bed at this ungodly hour and get down here?''

Dean wrinkled his nose in confusion. ''What emergency?''

''What do you mean what emergency?'' Energy drained, Ruby collapsed in the chair across from him and reached for his coffee cup, snatching it right from his hand and ignoring the indignant grunt he gave her. Man, she really needed to work out more. She really must have been out of shape if a simple panic driven race across town wore her out. No more french fries for her.....Yeah, like she would follow through on that one. ''You texted me and told me to get here now because you needed my help.''

''No I didn't.''

''Yes you did.''

''Nu-uh.''

''Yeah-huh.''

''Nu....Okay, this could go on for awhile. Why don't you just tell me what you're talking about and then I can tell you you're crazy and you can go home and shower because really Rubes, you look like death warmed over.''

''Go screw yourself.'' With an overdramatic flourish, she pulled out her cell phone and handed it over to him.

Looking down at the text, he wasn't sure if he should be angry or just plain sad. How on earth could she think he sent that? Sometimes he wondered if she really knew him as well as she thought. Why did that make him feel all empty and disappointed inside? Shaking that strange thought away, Dean took a breath and leaned forwards turning the phone around so she could see the sloppy text. ''You thought I sent this?''

''It's from your phone, Dean.'' She took a gulp of the coffee and grimaced. ''I will never understand why you drink your coffee like this.''

''Yeah, well I will never understand your obsession with french fries. But seriously, Ruby I did not send this and I am deeply insulted you thought I did.''

''Oh, don't be such a drama king.''

''Ruby....whoever sent this misspelled here.''

She let out a small huff of laughter but sobered instantly, determined to keep a straight face. ''Well, honey, why do you think I call you short bus? Let's face it, sometimes you're not the brightest Crayola in the box.''

Dean simply grinned in response and tossed the phone back at her. She shrieked and made a grab for the small piece of technology, releasing her grip on the coffee cup sending burning hot liquid spilling down her shirt. She yelped, more out of shock then pain and in her haste to grab the cup and the phone, she twisted the wrong way and went falling face first to the floor.

Dean blinked and looked back down at his paperwork so she wouldn't see the amusement clouding in his eyes. ''Yeah and I'm the short bus.''

''Jackass.''

''You know,'' Dean mused suddenly, lifting his eyes as she picked herself up off the floor looking down at her coffee stained shirt. ''I think you've used short bus on me before.'' He gasped dramatically and flashed her an insulted look. ''Are you recycling insults? On me?''

''What can I say?'' She shrugged and plucked her phone from the ground. ''You just don't inspire me like you used to.''

''You cut me deep, blondie.''

Hell bent on getting back to the matter of the text message mystery, Ruby dropped back into the chair, still scowling over her ruined shirt, and flipped open her cell phone, studying the text message critically. ''Hmmm, I guess I should have known it wasn't you when I saw the little smiley thing. You hate those.''

''With a passion.''

''Well, I don't get it!'' She declared dramatically, throwing her hands up in the air. ''If you didn't send this to me, who - '' The phone in her hand sprang to life, bursting into music as the sound of Britney Spears' Gimme More filled the room, earning a short bark of laughter from Dean. Ruby did not find it as funny. ''I blame you for this,'' she hissed, ''you did something to my phone and now I'm stuck with that trainwreck's voice everytime someone calls me.'' Rolling blue eyes, she flipped the phone open and held it to her ear. ''Hello?''

''Ruby!''

Dean's head snapped up at the familiar voice and he watched as Ruby's jaw tightened and her hands curled into fists. ''Is that - ''

''Mia.'' The blonde demon's voice was perfectly pleasant as she spoke, even though her eyes were glinting dangerously as she looked up at Dean and mouthed, ''This is your fault.'' As if she didn't hear Mia's annoying high pitched voice enough whenever she was around the Winchester house, now the harpy had her phone number too? Oh, this could get bad. She was going to have to change her number. She was going to have to move. If she happened to lock Mia in a warehouse that demons have been known to frequent it wouldn't actually be like she killed her, would it? ''How did you get this number?''

''Dean gave it to me.''

Ruby blinked and tried to keep her breathing steady as she looked up to glare daggers at Dean. He was very carefully not looking at her, pretending to be entranced by whatever paperwork he was trying to complete. Yeah, right. She didn't buy that for one second. The one thing Dean hated more than anything was paperwork. Drawback to normal life. Taxes, jobs, inventory...ew. ''He did, did he?''

''Uh-huh! He knew I didn't have very many friends here and he told me that if I ever needed some girl talk I could go to you.''

She snorted and crossed her legs primly. ''He was probably just hoping we would get drunk and end up making out.''

''And I am not ashamed to admit that,'' Dean piped up without lifting his eyes.

''Huh?''

Figures. She should have known something like that would go right over that girl's head. Mia was not known for her brains. Forcing herself not to roll her eyes, Ruby brought a hand to her forehead and rubbed it to quell the dull pain that was beginning to start behind her right temple. And just from two minutes of talking to Mia. Wow. ''Never mind. What did you need Mia?''

''We-e-ell, I was hoping you could come over and help me with the wedding preparations. I need a woman's advice. Didn't you get my text?''

Of course it was Mia who sent the text message. That explained so much. Instead of making some rude remark, Ruby focused on what Mia had just said, horror beginning to seep into her veins. ''You want me to help with the wedding?'' Do you even realize who I am?

At that, Dean looked up sharply, panic coating his eyes. ''What? No. No, no, no. Absolutely not. Out of the question. No friggin' way.'' Slowly, a smirk came to rest on Ruby's lips and Dean groaned, dropping his head onto the desk. He recognized that smirk. She was getting an evil plan. ''Aw, crap.''

''You know what, Mia? That sounds...That sounds great. I'll be over in a few minutes.''

''Great! And then we can talk and we've never really had a chance to talk, just you and me and I've always wanted to. You seem like such a nice person, Ruby and I think we could be really great friends. I mean, we're going to have to get along, 'cause I'm, like, going to be - ''

Pretending she hadn't heard a word of Mia's blather, Ruby snapped her phone shut and turned her smirk to Dean. ''Well, Winchester, you wanted me to be nice to her.''

''I hate you.''

Her smirk turned into a smile and she stood moving slowly behind his desk and perching herself on his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. ''No, you don't.''

He sighed heavily and looked at her closely, like he was studying her blue eyes. ''No, I don't.''

''Bet you wish you did though, right?''

''At this moment? Most definitely.''

--

Homework.

Who invented it anyways? The one person Ben Winchester would like to meet is the idiot who came up with homework. Mostly so he could pound the geek into next year. And why did the teachers have to give out so much? A thirteen year old's attention span was only so long you know. Teenagers weren't really known for their long term commitments. Not to mention, Ben was his father's son. He had never liked school. He could barely stand to do the work in school. How do you think he felt about having to do even more work at home? Also, how was he supposed to work an evil plan and do his math homework at the same time? Impossible.

Sitting alone at a table in the back of study hall, Ben's eyes scanned the math homework quickly, confusion evident in his Winchester eyes. He hated math. It was horrible. Oh! Another person Ben would like to meet; the dumbass who came up with math. Luckily for him, someone sat down beside him and his attention was pulled away from the math. Told you. Attention span? Remarkably short.

''Is she here yet?''

Ben blinked and looked at Lucas, corners of his mouth curving into a frown. ''Yeah, Luke, she's here. She's just hiding under the table.''

Lucas frowned and moved to look under the table. ''Why would she...oh.'' He straightened and smiled sheepishly. ''You were messin' with me.''

Instead of answering, Ben ducked his head back down to his homework as he tried not to smile. Lucas Barr could be weird and strange ninety percent of the time, he wore Ben out and made him wonder why he put up with him. But he was just so entertaining. Plus, he actually went along with Ben's schemes. And vice versa. So yeah, he was a pretty good friend.

''I still think this is a weird plan,'' Lucas spoke up. His voice was perhaps a bit too loud because the librarion rapped him over the head with a ruler as she walked past. ''Ouch!'' His eyes narrowed as he watched her retreating back. ''That was child abuse, Glenda! I'm contacting the authorities.''

''Did you just call her Glenda?''

Lucas shrugged. ''That's her name.''

Ben scrunched up his face in confusion. ''You know the librarian's first name?''

Lucas opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut instantly when he realized he had no idea what to say. Luck must have been on his side because he was saved from answering when Franny appeared, plopping down in the seat across from them, with a smile and a greeting of, ''Hello boys.''

A high pitched noise escaped Lucas' lips, coming from deep in his throat and both Ben and Franny turned their gazes to him. Franny frowned and leaned her elbows on the table. ''You really aren't used to talking to girls, are you?''

''I threw up on Kyla Jennings when I was seven.''

''That would be a no,'' Ben chirped, smiling widely.

''Hmm,'' The girl crossed her legs primly and pulled her notebook out of her bag, absently scribbling in her notebook. ''You know, guys, I still don't understand why you're asking me for help. This is obviously a super secret mission.'' She lifted her eyes momentarily to glance at Ben and then focused her eyes on whatever she was drawing again. ''How do you know you can trust me?''

''No offense, Franny,'' Ben spoke in a drawl, ''but who would you tell? Your not exactly one of the populars. Again; no offense.''

''Eh, none taken.'' Her lips curved into a smile as she concentrated on drawing, pencil sliding across paper gracefully. ''I dislike all teenagers. Personally, I think they are all demons.''

Ben and Lucas looked at each other at that comment. Teenagers. Demons? Huh. That was...actually pretty accurate. Demons were wild and unpredictable and venonmous and mean and vindictive. Whooooaaa....they really were demons, weren't they? Ben felt his lips twitchef, but didn't smile.

''And it's Plastics, by the way.'' Franny's pencil paused and she looked up, smiling at the confusion evident in their eyes. ''The popular people. I call them The Plastics.''

''Why?''

'' 'Cause they remind me of barbies. Even the guys. They're like giant, life sized Ken Dolls.''

''Ew. That was a frightening image,'' Lucas frowned. ''Now I'm going to have nightmares about a life sized Ken Doll coming to take me.'' He paused and thought that comment over, face contorting in disgust. ''Oh! Ew! I didn't...That...That sounded better in my head.'' He shook his head and licked his lips with a grimace. ''Ew, ew, ew.''

Franny arched an eyebrow and turned her gaze back downwards.

''Sorry about him,'' Ben dropped his voice down to a whisper when the librarian walked by. Glancing over his shoulder at the woman's retreating back, he leaned across the table closer to her. ''He can be a little much at times.''

''You think?'' She lifted her gaze again and had to work very hard to keep from jumping back in surprise when she realized how close he was. ''So....'' She cleared her throat nervously and her pencil froze on the paper. ''Why do you need my help anyways, Ben Winchester? You seem like a pretty capable guy. What am I being used for?'' She paused at her wording, but shook it off. ''What would I do?''

''You're a girl. We need a girl's help. Phase two of Operation: Get Dad and Ruby Together needs - ''

''That's what you're calling it?'' She murmured incredulously. ''Oh, dear. You need more help then I thought.''

He frowned and took slight offense to that, crossing his arms. ''I was going to come up with a name later.''

''I'm sure.''

''Look, phase two involves a romantic dinner for two and Luke and I....we're not exactly the best people to be doing anything romantic.''

She smirked and looked back down at her drawing, pencil moving once again. ''And you think because I'm a girl, I must have romance down pat, right? For your information, I believe romance is an illusion.'' Well, who knew Franny Morelli was such a cynic. ''But,'' she looked up suddenly, her smirk widening into a full blown, eye crinkling smile. ''Lucky for you I happen to be an illusionist.''

Ben couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips effortlessly as her hazel eyes locked onto his. Before he could say anything, Lucas had jumped in between them, grinning like a mad man and completely and utterly destroying the moment. And he didn't even seem to realize it. ''Does that mean you'll help us, Fran?''

''Don't call me that.''

Lucas swallowed nervously and shifted under her unwavering glare. ''Okay then.''

''Sure,'' she shrugged and tucked her pencil away. ''I'll help you. But only because you boys so desperately need it. Plus, it's not like I've got anything better to do.'' She carefully tore the page out of her notebook and slid it across the table towards Ben. She stood and her foot caught and she promptly went down to the ground. The librarian looked up but when she saw it was just Franny she sighed and shook her head, turning her eyes back down to her crossword puzzle. Ben and Lucas leaned over the table to look at her form sprawled out on the ground. She licked her lips and rose to her feet. ''Why does that happen to me every single time?''

''Maybe you're missing a chromosone,'' Lucas suggested.

''I think that's you, Luke,'' the Winchester beside him cut in flawlessly.

''Meanie.''

Franny cracked a small smile and grabbed her bag. ''Here's the deal; you come up with the plan and I'll come over and help make it romantic and cheesy. We'll have a nice Lifetime movie moment. Call me when you need me.'' She did that smile thing again that did something strange to Ben's insides and shot them both a wink, before she turned to walk away. ''See ya, boys,'' she called over her shoulder.

''Call her? We don't have her phone number.''

Ben ignored his best friend's voice and slowly turned his gaze downwards to the sheet of loose leaf paper she had been drawing on. Imagine his surprise when he found himself looking at a drawing of himself in perfect detail. And at the bottom there was a seven digit number. Holy crap. Ben Winchester had gotten a girl's phone number. Lips twitching in a smile begging to be let free, Ben could already hear his father's voice in his head declaring, ''That's my boy!''

His dark eyes - something he had inherited from his mother - rose and immediately sought out Franny's retreating form. As if she could sense his eyes on her, she paused at the doors to the library and turned around throwing him a brilliant smile. He couldn't help but smile back.

''Holy hot girl, batman,'' Lucas grinned his goofy grin and slapped his hand onto Ben's shoulder. ''Looks like little Benny Winchester's got himself a girlfriend.''

''Shut up.''

''Ben and Frany sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N - ''

''Ssshhh!''

Lucas shrunk away at the sound of the librarian's shush and shot her a small charming smile. ''Sorry.''

Ben grinned and ducked his head to hide his blush as he studied the perfect drawing with interest.

Looks like little Benny Winchester's got himself a girlfriend.

Hmmm....

....That was a new one.

end chapter three


AN: So...what do you think? So far, I'm lovin' Franny Morelli. I figured Ben needed a love interest, even if it is just a little puppy love/first crush thing. I thought it would be funny for her to be a klutz and I have always wanted to write about someone who can draw. It's a talent I wish I had. I also thought it was best to do a few light hearted chapters (the last few have been pretty drama free) because the drama's going to come pouring in pretty quick and the humor will be kind of.....few and far between.

On a different note; I have officially planned out the entire story. I know the beginning, middle and end, I just have to write and post it. And I think it's going to be pretty good. Once again, I just wanted to say that the chapters will be coming once a week (hopefully) so it gives me plenty of time to write the chapter and not get behind (like I did with my other multi-chapter story).

If I figure out who I want Franny to look like I might have a picture of her up on my profile soon. *crosses fingers*

Okay, I'm going to stop yapping now. Hope to read some great reviews for this chapter!

And the next chapter will be up on Thursday night. (very specific, aren't I? I figure after the next episode we'll need some family fun because I'm fairly certain the next episode promises angst.)

Kisses, Becks