Title: claim the sky
Disclaimer: Dean's not mine, or Ally. Title from Maya Angelou
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: non-incestuous het
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 580
Point of view: third
Dedication: katriel1987
Prompt: Her name was Ally, and she was in Dean's class; she didn't tell him to stop, but her eyes got wide and frightened, so he drove her home, kissed her on the cheek, and told her goodnight.
Her name was Alyson, but everyone called her Ally. She was more of a shadow than anything, always in the corner, quiet and reading. She answered questions when called on and spoke when first spoken to, and no one knew that she wanted to be an astronaut some day and walk on the moon.
It was three months into the school-year when Dean Winchester showed up. He was badass with a leather jacket and wicked smirk, and the popular crowd took to him instantly. Ally watched him when everyone else looked away, with nothing better to do, and saw the danger lurking in him.
She never talked to him, never talked to anyone if she could help it, because she remembered middle school and when they were all cruel. She still hadn't forgiven Derek or Tasha, and she never ever would.
Four and a half weeks after Dean first arrived, he asked her out. He stood by her desk and waited till she looked up from Shane to softly say, "Wanna see a movie with me Saturday night?" She waited for the punchline and it never came.
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Angelica helped her get ready, painting her cheeks and eyelids, her nails and her lips.
"He's not gonna show up," Ally told herself, preparing herself for the inevitable disappointment. Guys looking like him just didn't go for girls like her, mousy and shy, heads in the clouds.
Daddy told her she looked beautiful, like a princess; Mama smiled gently. Angelica cocked her head and proclaimed Ally her masterpiece.
Dean was five minutes late and Ally couldn't believe that he actually made it, that he spoke respectfully to her parents and only grinned at Angelica, didn't leer like every other guy she knew would've. "I'll have her back by ten," he told Daddy, who nodded. "See that you do."
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Ally never could remember what movie they saw, or what happened in it, or if the good guys won. She spent the whole hour-and-a-half focusing on Dean's heat next to her, on his scent, on his hand gently clasped around hers and his arm across her shoulders.
It was the most exhilarating, heart-stopping hour-and-a-half of her life.
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He took her out for ice cream after and they talked about school, about long-term goals and dreams. For the first time, she told someone her hopes of walking on the moon. He didn't laugh, but asked intelligent questions about the space program.
"You'll do it," he said. "I have faith in you."
Ally bet that she glowed.
The night was still young, with over an hour left till her curfew; Dean took her driving and they ended up at the hills overlooking town.
She'd known it was too good to be true, just like Derek all over again.
He leaned over her, pulling her close, and Ally tried not to flinch back. She'd had a good time, and he'd paid for everything. This would just even the debt.
"Ally," he murmured. "Breathe."
She looked up at him and his eyes were gentle. "All you had to do was say no," he told her. "I wouldn't—" He didn't finish the thought.
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He took her home, walked her to the door, thanked her for a lovely evening, kissed her cheek, and said goodnight.
Dean wasn't in school on Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday. He never came back. She heard all sorts of rumors, but never really found out what happened to him.
He's still the nicest boy she ever knew.