John Winchester sat on the end of Amie's bed. "Have you heard from Sam?" He asked.
Dean shook his head, a tight knot forming in his chest. He looked down. "Still no word from Sammy." John nodded, disappointed.
"You need to clean up this room Dean," he grunted. Dean's heart hammered and the corner of his mouth twitched. He needed to work up the courage to tell him about Amie, who had been out getting dinner for the past half an hour, but would be back any second. "Smells a bit feminine. You had a girl back here?"
"Actually, I need to talk to you about that," Dean said, jumping on the opportunity. John looked up, alarmed.
"Don't tell me you got some girl pregnant, Dean," he said quietly, shaking his head.
"What? No, I'm always safe," Dean said. John sighed and rubbed his eyes,
"No girls Dean. If you wanna be a good hunter, no girls. They're too vulnerable."
"Actually, Dad," Dean started, but John interrupted.
"Dean, no girls! They're too vulnerable. You fall in love, and they die or they go and get pregnant, and then suddenly you've got a family and you either screw them up or hurt them or protect them for the rest of your goddamn life. I loved your Mother, but I never want you to feel what I felt."
Dean nodded, swallowing. "Sure thing, Dad. But… I need to tell you something that happened on the hunt."
"Oh yeah?" John asked absentmindedly. Suddenly the hotel door began to click as it unlocked, and John shouted politely, "Don't disturb! We don't need any cleaning done!"
"Very funny Dean," Amie smiled as she entered the room, not noticing John. "I got pie," she smiled, lifting a bag. Dean felt his heart stop and held his breath as she looked from John to Dean in shock.
"Oh, Mr. Winchester!" She said, blushing slightly.
"Dean, who is this?" John asked, frozen.
"Dad, this is Amie. I was trying to tell you about her befo-"
"Can I have a word with you, Dean?" John interrupted. Dean swallowed and nodded, anxiety rising in his chest. "Excuse us," John smiled at Amie. She smiled back politely, then smiled at Dean reassuringly. They both walked into the bathroom, and Dean leant against the sink, looking at the floor.
John folded his arms and glared at Dean. "You have a girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend," Dean said. "Just a friend."
"Bullshit Dean, I saw the way you looked at her. Girls are nothing but trouble; no girls!" John shouted, stepping towards Dean.
"Dad, she can take care of herself! Why can't she stay with us? Sam has a girlfriend!"
"Sam? Sam! He left, Dean! He left us. Don't you dare think about leaving too! You're not Sam, and you never will be!"
"I'm not trying to be Sam! Amie's amazing, she's got my back! It's the first god damn time anyone's given a rat's ass about me after Mum died! She makes me feel alive, Dad, something you may not remember!"
"Dean, she's pretty, but she won't survive! There are bad people out there, powerful monsters, one way or another she will die! Do you want her to end up like your Mum?"
"No!" Dean yelled, tears forming in his eyes. "But she's not like Mum! I swear, I will protect her with every fibre of my being, every stinking second I'm on this Earth she will be my number one! Nothing will hurt her!"
"Your number one?" John asked quietly. "What about me and Sam?"
"Sammy left. He left, Dad! You don't care about me, you never have," Dean said, a tear escaping his eye. "I'm not saying I don't wanna be with you. Hunting with you is my life. But why can't she hunt with us, too?"
"Because I say so!" John exploded. "Because it's me or her, and I'll be damned if my own son chooses some girl over me!"
Dean clenched his jaw. He stared into his Dad's eyes coldly, and wondered if Sam had felt so torn during that last fight. He wished now that he had supported Sam, that Sam would have let him.
"I'm sorry Dad," he whispered, shaking his head. He then stormed out of the room. He slammed the door behind him, leaving a seething John to regret the argument. However, when he entered the room, the girl he had just fought for was nowhere to be seen, his pie left in the middle of his bed. "No, no, no, no, no," Dean whispered to himself, walking to the front door quickly. He stepped out into the evening air, looking around the car park, panicked.
Across the car park Amie walked swiftly, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She had heard what John had said, echoing her own father's words. She wiped her eyes furiously, angry at herself. Of course this would happen. She wasn't wanted anywhere.
"Amie!" She heard Dean shout. "Amie, wait!" She spun around, her lip wobbling.
"Dean, I know, okay? It's alright, I understand," she said shakily, trying to smile.
"What are you on about?" Dean asked, tears still shining on his cheeks.
"I'll be gone by tomorrow. Thanks anyway," she said through a tight throat. She turned to go, unable to look at Dean, the messy brown hair, the tired green eyes she had grown to love in the two weeks that felt like a lifetime.
"Wait!" He exclaimed, lurching forward and placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned back around, still crying silently. An orange glow from the streetlight over them lit up her sad face. "Don't go," Dean pleaded. "I just gave up everything for you."
"What?" Amie asked, confused. Dean placed a hand on her damp cheek and smiled adoringly.
"Dad said it was him or you. Baby, it's you every time," Dean whispered, raising his eyebrows slightly. Amie looked up at him, puzzled.
"You chose me over your Dad?"
"I know it's only been 2 weeks and this is bonkers. I know you may not feel the same. I know this is possibly the stupidest thing I have ever done… but I also know that I'm 98% sure I love you," Dean rushed, gazing into her desperate eyes. Amie waited for Dean to laugh. Amie waited for him to tell her the joke, because she didn't understand, that was for sure. But Dean stared at her seriously, as if she had built the sun with her own two hands.
For him she would.
"I'm 100% sure that I love you, and I'm 100% sure this is the most ridiculous thing ever," Amie whispered back. Dean opened his mouth and exhaled shakily, his lower lip trembling. He shook his head slightly. He couldn't remember anyone saying they loved him. Well, he could remember teenage girls telling him they loved him. But that was false, insincere, heat of the moment stuff.
When Amie said those three words it carried the weight of the world, and everything else fell apart. He felt as though a magnet had been activated in his chest, pulling him towards her; it ached, but it felt so good. He suddenly pulled her to him and lifted her up, straightening his back. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, burying her face in his shoulder. He hid his face in her silky, wavy hair, barely aware of his Dad driving past them in his new car. He didn't look up to watch his Dad leave, unaware of when or if he would see him again. Amie's body against his own was all that mattered.
She pulled her head back and he opened his eyes regrettably, looking in to her face. He was so close he could see everything; the freckles that looked like stars, the green exploding in the middle of her blue eyes. The small scar in her eyebrow, her plump, pink lips so close to his own. He noticed that her eyes too were staring at his lips hungrily.
He crashed them on to hers. They collided with such force that it surprised him, and he expected Amie to pull back; but she did not.
Amie tightened her grip on Dean, and a hand shot to his hair, grabbing a handful of the messy, brown hair. She kissed him back with passion, a hunger sparking in her chest, needing more, more than this, more than air, more than anything. Dean became everything, and everything else fell away.
The orange lamplight lit the scene where the two lovers shared their first kiss. No one was around to see.