You're The Nicest Thing I've Seen

All I know is that you're so nice. You're the nicest thing I've seenI wish that we could give it a go. See if we could be something

The sun hung high in the sky on a warm spring day, summer readied to settle in, and bathe the world in heat.

It was a quiet lazy afternoon in Bobby's scrap yard. Cars piled high everywhere in sight, offering privacy and open fresh air.

John and the boys had dropped in for a little rest in-between jobs. A pit stop to their life on the road

Dean leaned over the hood of the Impala, with dirty hands he poked around under the hood diagnosing the problem with the family baby, and how to fix her.

Haley watched him silently taking in his every move like a hawk on prey. The way the taunt sculpted muscles of his back and shoulders flexed with his every move. How the contours of his strong arms were revealed as he worked with the engine. She couldn't help, but notice the way no one wore a tee-shirt like he did, and the sight of his ruffled blonde hair made her hands fidgeted with the urge to run her fingers through it, but it was the look in his emerald eyes that made her belly flutter. Full of intensity and so focused, Haley wished silently he'd look at her with such undivided attention.

"Hand me the box wrench." Dean called to his side kick, while still trapped under the confines of the hood, up to his elbows in grease.

His rough voice snapped her back into reality. Quickly Haley's chocolate eyes shot to Dean's gaze waiting for her. A lack of understanding suspended in her eyes as Haley tried to retrace what he had just said to her. Having been completely distracted by the sight of him, and the dreaming haze his image provoked.

Nodding, Haley finally formed actual thoughts, and reached into the tool box before handing Dean's greasy palm what it needed.

Licking her lips in preparation to speak, Haley decided to go for it before she let his image make her too nervous to speak.

"What's it like to be kissed?" Haley asked Dean out of the blue. What she really wanted to know was what it was like to kiss him, but she went with the safer question, knowing he had plenty of experience.

Dean's callused hands stilled their fidgeting in the engine, before he pulled back from under the hood. The sunlight hit his glistened features as his intense emerald eyes came upon her with question.

Haley could see in his eyes he was debating answering her, but then he did, because Dean was always honest with her. That was one of the things she loved most about him.

"Hot, it's hot… if it's done right, but nobody better be kissing you." He answered honestly, but a protective streak lined thick in his voice.

Thinking her question had been answered, Dean leaned back over the engine ready to go back to work when her voice spoke up again. "There's this boy at school. He plays basketball. He wants to kiss me. I know it, because he asked me out on a date." Haley confessed in a ramble, sharing her life with him the way she always had when he was around.

Something fiery and hot surfaced in Dean's gaze as his shoulders tensed.

"Don't go for the jocks, Hales. They only want one thing, and if he tried to get that from you I'd have to break his legs." Seriousness edged in Dean's giddy voice, as his eyes darted to Haley in warning.

I wish I was your favorite girlI wish you thought I was the reason you are in the worldI wish my smile was your favorite kind of smileI wish the way that I dressed was your favorite kind of style

A radiant smile shot wide across Haley's face, like a shooting star at midnight. Nothing tickled her more then hearing Dean confirm how much he cared about her.

"I'm not giving him anything. I don't want him to be my first kiss…" Haley reassured, and watched a slow forming smirk eclipse Dean's face as she gave the answer he wanted to hear. Only to have that same smirk falter on his lips with the truth she laid out next.

"I want it to be with you." It took every ounce of courage Haley had to admit that to him, and the look in his eyes when she did sent her lower lip between her teeth in punishment, but she wouldn't take the words back.

Dean stood numbly over his car for a moment, emerald eyes blinking rapidly as his lips stayed mute. He knew Haley had crush on him. He had known for a long time, it was easy to see he shined in her eyes, but the crush was one-sided. He adored her deeply, but she was just a kid.

A huff lifted his chest with a grin, as Dean shook his head from side to side.

"No," his poised pout answered with flattery, before he returned to the task at hand as if that settled everything.

Haley took a step forward as her words tried to persuade him. "Dean, I know…" She started before he abruptly cut her off.

"Haley, I said no." Pulling back from the car, Dean met her eyes as his words came out firm this time. "You're fifteen, kid. I'm nineteen. That's just not right in my book." He tried to explain. He wasn't trying to be a jerk, his answer had reasoning behind it.

Haley's heart picked up speed as he shot her down, but being stubborn by nature, she wasn't afraid to debate him back. Taking a deep breath to calm the jitters inside she went for it, being brutally honest.

"I've thought this through. I want my first kiss to be from someone who cares about me, and not because they want something from me, or because they think I'm cute. But because they love me for me." She explained her logic. Haley had put many hours of thought into this. She wasn't being impulsive or hormonal. Haley was crazy about Dean, and she knew he would make it worth remembering.

Dean's eyes softened upon her, he always found it charming the way she thought things out. Not wanting to break her heart, he tried to make her see the understanding behind his decision, and direct her to more appropriate options.

"Bobby would have my head on a platter if my dad didn't take it first. Go ask Sammy. He's your age, and he's probably the only boy I wouldn't kill if he did it, because it's not going to happen."

Haley let out a heavy breath of frustration with his resistance, even though she had known he would resist. "I don't want to kiss Sam, and I wouldn't tell anyone, promise." Her big all encompassing chocolate eyes pleaded with him in her iris in a way she did so well.

A quick chuckle of amusement escaped his lips with her persistence. She was cute and heart tugging without trying.

"Haley no. I'm sorry kid, but no." His tone was gentle, but solid as his gaze stood steady. What she was suggesting was dangerous and tricky at best.

Haley's heart grew heavy with disappointment, as the look in Dean's eyes said he was going to be equally stubborn. He didn't want to kiss her, no matter how badly she did.

"Fine," Haley admitted defeat solemnly, as a sad resolve dampened her spirit.

I wish you had a favorite beauty spot.

That you loved secretly 'Cause it was on a hidden bitThat nobody else could seeBasically, I wish that you loved me. I wish that you needed meI wish that you knew when I said two sugars,Actually I meant three

Dean watched somber fill her eyes as rejection reflected in her orbs. She turned from him in defeat, and Dean's heart constricted. She got to him in a way only her and Sammy could. Making her heart ache hurt his too.

"Wait," Dean called out with her retreat, crumbling under the torture of seeing her chocolate eyes dreary because of him.

Haley's heart skipped a beat with the sound of his rough voice calling her. A smile burst wide on her face as she turned back around to face him.

Gazing upon her, Dean wasn't blind. He could see Haley was a beautiful girl, with her long wavy blonde hair that looked like silk, piercing chocolate eyes that put his soul at ease, topped off with her innocent cherry pout, and one day soon she'd be a stunning woman. However in his mind he could still remember when she was a little girl, and today a girl is what she still was.

"Close your eyes." Dean's husky breath instructed as he took a steady step toward her, dirt kicking up under his boots. Stopping inches in front of Haley, Dean watched as her eyes fluttered close with anticipation.

Haley basked in the glory as she felt his dirty callused hand graze her forehead, and slip down her cheek lovingly. The feel of his touch making her insides mush.

Leaning down, Dean kissed her. Enduringly soft on the forehead. It wasn't what she asked for, but unlike the girls he usually kissed, Dean respected Haley. It sparkled in his emerald eyes whenever he looked at her.

"I can't, Hales. I'm sorry." He whispered against her warm skin, before pulling back.

Haley's eyes shot open inches from Dean's, her gaze barreling up upon him. Heart twisting, bruised he was incapable of kissing her. In her gut, Haley felt certain it wasn't the kiss that bothered him, it was just her he didn't want to do it with. Wounded speechless, silent tears formed along the brim of her eyes. Feeling embarrassed she made a fool out of herself to Dean, a guy who meant so much.

Seeing Haley's tears pierced Dean's heart like a sharp knife. He hadn't realized until that moment this meant so much to her. That this wish ran deeper then innocent desire and youthful wanting. A crushing weight landed on Dean's heart like a pile of bricks fallen from a high rise wall.

Without a word, Haley spun on her heels, and darted to leave. Unable to retain her dignity a second longer if she looked in his eyes full of condolence.

As Haley slipped away, in that second Dean reacted on impulse. Shocked by his own actions that came from a heart that loved her, and not his mind, or better judgment.

Dean caught her arm before she could flee. Spinning her around to face him, in that moment Dean delicately captured Haley's supple cheek in the palm of his hand as his lips touched hers.

Soft and tender, his pout claimed hers in an earth shattering embrace. A touch that stood testament to the love he held for her, and the fact that he couldn't bear to hurt her.

It only lasted a second, but to Haley it felt like lifetimes as her heart almost burst from her chest, and an array of emotions swirled inside.

Dean pulled back quick, surprise dilated his emerald eyes with his actions as his trademark grin lifted his lips.

"That's not happening again. Not until you're grown up." He quickly quieted any ideas she might have. Suddenly uncertain what his mind was thinking too.

A smile like fireworks on the fourth of July shot off on her face and lit up the day.

"Good enough for me." Haley beamed, bursting at the seams with the giddy feeling his soft lips left in her insides.

A chuckle slipped from Dean's lips, amused by her excitement, and the way Haley always seemed to get to him. Stepping from her, Dean went back his car, but stopped at the last minute, and looked up at her. "No, kissing that boy or any others now, you hear?" His gruff voice demanded with penetrating emerald eyes, holding her to a promise.

Still bewitched by the spell of his kiss. Haley shook her head in agreement.

"I wouldn't dream of it." She made him that pact.

Off in the distance, Sam stood frozen with his tennis shoes in the dirt. His heart pounded in his chest as Sam suddenly wondered if he had just hallucinated. His eyes had just witnessed his big brother kissing Haley, but his mind told him that was impossible, and his heart agreed.

So he stood there like a statue in the sun, unwilling or wanting to find out which organ had it right.

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seenAnd I wish that we could see if we could be somethingYeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

His eyes glued on the prettiest girl he had ever seen as if in slow motion she turned his way.

Leaving while she was ahead, Haley spotted Sam. Her heart shot to life. From this distance she couldn't tell by the look on his face if he had seen anything. Keeping her cool, Haley called to him. Picking up in a run, as her racing feet caused dirt to swirl around her shoes.

Reaching her best friend's side, Haley knocked his hand to snap the dazed look from his eyes.

Puppy dog whiskey orbs stared over at the girl who made his heart race.

"Did I just see you…" He started, but his lips fumbled unable to say the words.

Haley's heart constrict, he had seen them, but she knew it had to stay a secret. If her dad or John found out they'd have Dean's hide. All over something she pushed for, Haley couldn't have that.

"See me what?" Haley played clueless with her words and innocent chocolate eyes. It pained her heart to lie to her best friend, but she'd do it to protect Dean.

The lack of understanding in her eyes reassured Sam. Making the denial he wanted all that much easier.

"Nothing," He shook his head. Banishing the memory from his mind.

Taking her hand in his, the softest hand he had ever felt, Sam began to lead her away, keeping her all his own.

"Come on, I found a sunken head in the shed." He called as the pair took off into that warm spring day.

"The Nicest Thing" Kate Nash

Note: Did the age difference bother you? Had you hoped they wouldn't kiss? Personally, I was a little conflicted