AUTHORS NOTE: This is just a quick filling chapter before the family gets to meet the girlfriend! I promise to have that out soon, too!
AUTHORS NOTE 2: Guys. There's a sort of beforehand chapter for this over on my friend's, ThePointGirl, profile called "It's all Biology!". I vote that you go check it out!
"Shall we catch the bus or wait for..." Sam never got to finish his sentence before a car screeched up in front of them, Dean's face leaning out the window with that cheeky grin on his face that showed he didn't care that the car he was driving was a rust bucket he'd managed to get working. Bobby had always said that Dean was like their father in all ways. He was an amazing hunter, aware of his responsibilities but even better, he could talk to the machines like some sort of whisperer. "Dean." He finished.
"Alright Sammy. I'm heading to..."
"Michelle and I are just going to catch the bus, Dean." Sam decided for the pair of them causing Michelle to quickly turn and look at him before turning back to Dean, a smile on her face as she nodded her head. Dean was about to question but Sam shook his head. "This way your girl has time to prepare herself for the madness that is Michelle." He said wrapping his arms around her neck, pulling her in close to him and the smile was forced.
"Hey!" She protested elbowing him in his side causing him to grunt but she still reached up to take hold of the hand resting just below her on shoulder in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "If we catch the bus, it'll give us time to go help Bobby and Missouri prepare tea."
"And for Bobby to tidy up any kind of..." He stopped talking because despite being extremely open with Michelle about every aspect of his life, even the hunting, he didn't want Dean to give him a licking for having told someone about their lifestyle. Again though, Michelle had shocked him by not caring about it and believing him without a second question. She'd found it extremely cool and had already decided that she'd join Sam on his hunt, if he should ever have to do it alone because together they were an amazing team. Sam had just smirked at her, given a quick response about it not being a woman's work and she'd just flipped him off before explaining that he could suck a certain part of anatomy that she didn't own. Truthfully, Sam just hadn't wanted to admit that he had no desire to hunt like his father wanted him to or like Dean.
Nodding his head, Dean smiled. "Actually that's a good idea. Plus, he'll want five minutes to chat up his favourite girl." A wink was sent in the direction of Michelle before the car just took off. Sam just watched after the car before turning to look at Michelle.
"Am I a coward?" He asked knowing that the answer was probably a yes. He was putting off the inevitable by wanting to go home first rather than go to the girl's house to pick her up.
"No." Michelle said bluntly moving towards the bus stop, unwrapping a pack of bubble gum as she walked and taking a stick out to put in her mouth before offering one to Sam. As always, he shook his head so she just shrugged her shoulders and put the packet back in her pocket. "It would have been cowardly blowing off the entire night."
"Miche," the despised nickname got a glare thrown over at him but he continued as if he hadn't seen it, "that is most definitely still an option."
Laughing, she plopped down on the curb and looked up at him. Michelle knew that this was harder than he was ever admitting. She wondered if it was a Winchester thing to just make all your emotional pain into a joke so you can get through the situation. She was already aware that the two boys used laughter and jokes to get over the detachment they felt whenever Daddy Winchester left them behind on one of his long ass hunts. She could see it in Dean's eyes, the worry that their father might never come back, whenever the two were talking about it but they'd still joke that he'd go doing what he liked best – hunting. Dean still believed that Michelle thought Daddy Winchester was a deer hunter and not once had she ever thought to correct him because she'd remembered how angry Sam was with himself after he'd accidentally told her.
The Winchester's, she realised, were a dysfunctional bunch but yet it worked. The two sons adored and respected their father, even if Sam was going through the teenage phase of starting to second guess everything, and in return, he taught them the responsibilities men needed. She, however, was aware that sometimes maybe Daddy Winchester was too strict on them. She wondered if Dean would be so relaxed about the girlfriend situation of his father was in town or would the girl continue as another secret that would be forgotten once they were dragged out of town again.
"Well why don't we do that?" She said standing up, her tongue teasing the piece of gum in her mouth before she blew a bubble and allowed it to pop. "Mum won't mind and you can even crash, if you want. I still have clothes of yours that I leant the last time when we were out working on the cars." Sam still remembered that day because Michelle, despite being so short compared to him, had looked extremely cute in a pair of his dungarees and a checked shirt that he only ever wore when working out in the scrap yard with Dean – and by working, he meant watching.
"As tempting as that sounds," and it really did sound tempting, "I'm going to have to face her sooner or later, right?" Michelle just nodded her head before suddenly lunging at him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest and he felt the vibrations of words but didn't hear them. "What was that?"
"I said you'll be fine partner," she said as she leant back, that silly little smile on her face that reminded him so much of Dean's that he knew that a small part of him could maybe love the girl standing in front of him. "Oh shit, the bus," she said bending down and grabbing her bag, her thumb out to grab the drivers attention. Sam just laughed before digging through his pockets for loose change. Within the hour, it would be time for the "Tea Time of Terrible Trepidation". A little phrase Michelle had coined and had been mighty proud of her alliteration. He'd just shook his head before commenting that she was a complete geek which she'd returned with a "takes one to know one".
Dean couldn't help but run his hands through his hair as he pulled up outside his girlfriend's house. Nervous wasn't normally a feeling he experienced and yet that was all he could feel at this precise moment. His hands were sweating, his heart was racing and he could actually feel heat rising on his cheeks. Dean Winchester, on principle, never blushed. Should he have brought flowers? Sighing, he looked up at the house and wished his dad was here. It was very rare that Dean question his father's choice of life for them but sometimes he wondered what their life would have been like without the hunting. Would John have given him pointers on how to impress Sanna or would he have let Dean go it alone so that he would learn from his mistakes?
Rubbing his hands together, he counted to ten before climbing out of the car and started up towards the house. The door opened before he even had a chance to press the buzzer. "I was afraid you were going to sit in the car all afternoon, Dean." She teased as she leant in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before looking over at the car. "Where's Sammy?"
"Sam," he corrected with more force than intended but it was just that Sammy was his nickname for his kid brother, "decided to catch the bus with his friend. They said it would give Bobby and Missouri two sets of extra hands to help with the preparation but I doubt that was necessary because Missouri will have had everything prepared literally the minute I told her yesterday because Missouri is just like that, you know. She's the motherly type. It's such a shame that..."
"Dean," Sanna said softly pressing her hand against his chest, a knowing smile on his face as she reached in and pressed a small kiss to her lips, "you're rambling."
Even though he knew it was the truth, he managed to look affronted and snorted. "Rambling? Me? I don't think so, babe." He commented but could feel the awkwardness settling in his stomach. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Smiling over at her, he laughed. "I'm sorry. I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
"Brought someone home to meet the... family." He said eventually because sometimes he couldn't quite pinpoint what to call Missouri and Bobby but they were family. Missouri was like the crazy aunt while Bobby sometimes was more a father to them than their actual father. "It'll be something," he promised before noticing the satchel on her shoulders. "What's with the bag?"
"Well we've got a project due in a couple of weeks so I thought I'd revise at yours after dinner so that you most definitely work on it," she teased before linking her fingers with his, walking down towards the impala and he couldn't help but chuckle because she had him down to a tee. "Oh shoot," she said suddenly and Dean couldn't help but smile. He had yet to hear her say an actual swear word. She was one of those cute small town girls that replaced the swear words with things like "shoot" and "fudge". He found it, surprisingly, extremely cute and was one of the things he liked about her. Letting go of his hand, she ran back into the house and then literally a minute later, she was running back out holding a box in her hands. "I made some mini apple pies for you and your family," she said lightly, a blush now warming her cheeks.
Dean couldn't help but smile at her, his hand reaching out to touch the back of her neck as he pulled her into him and pressed a kiss to her lips. "You're the woman of my dreams, Sanna." He promised as he pressed another kiss to her lips, her smile obvious as she giggled into this kiss before shaking her head.
"Why do I get the feeling you say that to all the girls, Dean Winchester?" She asked holding onto his tee shirt, her eyes flirtatious and he couldn't help but smile at her. Sanna, he realised, was the only girl that he'd slept with and then hadn't got bored with straight after. She was a little angel but inside there was a little devil waiting to find it's time to play. He enjoyed these moments just as much as he loved the sweet innocent ones. He just grinned before winking.
"Us Winchester's don't kiss and tell."
"Well that's a shame because I'm sure I have some real tales for you," she teased slightly before moving towards the car. He couldn't help but groan. Was he really going to be able to survive dinner with her dropping comments like that beforehand? "You coming, Dean?"
"Of course!" He shouted racing down after her, climbing into the car and pressing one last kiss to her lips. "What's the chances I get a mini apple pie now?"
to be continued...
