A/N Yes even I am astonished at how fast I was able to update, and hopefully the next chapter will be up this fast as well. I think it's because I've reached a really important part in the plot so it's all been planned out in my wacky tacky head already :P
Anyway as you can see I went back and changed everything so that Dean and George are 16, I fixed all the ages and everything. It fit the story a lot better, especially the way I had it played out in my head.
And let me tell you writing this was a real bitch because my keyboard's all effed up and my dad refuses to let me fix up, even though I told him I would pay for it *sigh*
So anyway enough of my rambling, and onto the actual story.
Dean froze, his fist clenching, tugging at her hair. She winced but otherwise showed no other reaction.
"I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere" stated Mrs. McDonald as she bustled away.
George waited for Mrs. McDonald to be out of earshot before whispering his name again.
"Dean"
"Yeah George?" his voice was thick and husky.
The apprehension that had filled her stomach such a short while ago was gone now and all that was left was anxiety and a smidge of fear. She loosened her fingers from his shoulders and looked down at her feet, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"You don't have to kiss me."
"Don't you want me to kiss you?"
"More than anything" she mumbled but then looked up at him, her eyes full of determination.
"I just don't think it's a good idea that's all"
Dean titled his head to one side, confusion filling his eyes. Her mouth twitched at the corner, upwards this time.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you honest to god think that this will just be some kiss like you'd have with just some other girl. I'm not Jean Emers, Dean"
"Hey, I know that." He brushed her cheek with his fingertips, her stomach knotting and twisting all over again.
"But, aren't you just a little bit curious?" Was she?
The only word she could think of to describe Dean at that very moment was adorable. His eyes were wide and were filled with genuine curiosity and a hint of lust but maybe that was just her mind showing her what she wanted to see. His full lips pouted slightly.
"Well of course I'm curious"
This seemed to give Dean a boost of confidence, so he leaned in closer, the tip of his nose brushing against the curve of her cheek.
"But I just think it isn't the best idea. As far as ideas go" her voice was leveled, like she was trying to not give herself away, but Dean could tell she wanted it just as much as he did.
"You think too much. Sometimes you just have to wing it. Trust your instincts"
"And what if you're instinct's are wrong?"
He had leaned in even closer by now. His nose pressed up against her cheek, his lips a mere inch away from hers.
"Does this feel wrong to you?" There was a trace of disappointment in his tone, it made her heart sink.
"No"
"Then what's the problem?" He was whining now.
"The problem is that we just talked about this. An hour and a half ago"
She was getting pretty frustrated. Dean's intentions were good, but sometimes he just acted on impulse without thinking about the consequences first. The truth was that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to be just friends after this. She had wanted to kiss him ever since she caught a glimpse of his perfect lips, but she had always been pretty good at self control.
"So?"
"So didn't you say that you don't want anything to happen between us? And I agreed?"
Dean was quiet after that, he watched her avoid his gaze, watched her look down at her shoes. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, capturing the corner of her mouth as well.
George looked up into his half-smiling, half-smirking face, her face filled with a nice surprise that made Dean feel like a cup of warm tea had been poured over his heart. She smiled at him, a silent thank you in her eyes.
"I'm satisfied. For now" he added a wink for effect.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled deep into his broad chest. Dean rubbed her back in slow, calming movements, trying to keep his disappointment from being revealed.
Mrs. McDonald chose that moment to come bustling back, carrying a tray laden with three large plates, covered in tin foil.
"You two are absolutely adorable. I wish my camera wasn't broken. So, Dean, how was that kiss"
George moved away from Dean but he kept his arm around her waist. He smirked and looked down at George.
"It wasn't anything special really"
She hit his arm playfully.
"Jackass"
Mrs. McDonald chuckled and motioned for George to take two plates.
"For you and your brothers. And the other one's for you and your dad and brother, Dean" They took the plates and thanked her, before heading down the road to George's house.
**
"Yes, Castiel I'm aware she's only sixteen"
Mrs. McDonald was in her living room, sipping tea with her phone held up to mouth. There was a short pause where she listened to what was being said on the other line and took another sip of her tea. When she spoke again, it was a sigh.
"Orders are orders. I know she is your daughter, brother, but you were chosen for this because our Father knew that you would not attach yourself to the children you were meant to produce. George and the Winchester boy both have a destiny that must be fulfilled. It is not up to us to decide the methods of this fulfillment. We have our orders and we must follow them. Or do you consider yourself important enough now that you can question our father's decisions?"
There was a longer pause, in which Mrs. McDonald's expression rarely changed. Her stance remained calm and collected as she listened to what her brother had to say.
"Yes that's all dandy Castiel, but have you forgotten what she is meant to do? Have you forgotten the boy's original purpose? It may seem a long way from now but it's still an important matter that mustn't go ignored. The fate of billions rests on their shoulders. And if you tell me they're only sixteen again I will hang up in your face."
There was no reply from the other end and she sighed.
"I know this is hard for you to do Castiel, really, you have my sympathy. She is your child, none of us has ever had a child before, and I'm sure it's hard. But our loyalty remains with our father. Now I am going to hang up now, my purpose has been fulfilled and I have nothing more here. Goodbye Castiel"
Mrs. McDonald hung up the phone and finished her tea. She took her cup to the kitchen and washed it, then set it to dry. She went upstairs and lied down on her bed, and, with a flash of blinding white light, she lay as still as a statue, a peaceful expression on her face as her chest stopped moving.
**
"That was awkward wouldn't you say?" George said.
She and Dean were sitting in his kitchen, eating the cake Mrs. McDonald had sent with them.
"Nah. It was kinda fun" Dean was smirking.
George shook her head in disbelief.
"Yeah you would think so. You weren't the one who was being tormented"
"It wasn't that bad George. It was actually pretty funny"
She glared at him.
"Some friend you are"
Dean took a bite of the cake and asked.
"Well what exactly do you want me to say?"
George made a face.
"Please make an attempt to be civilized Dean. Where's Sam?"
Dean made a show of swallowing before saying.
"Upstairs, taking a shower. Why?"
George shrugged.
"Josh and Keith are asking if Sam can sleep over tonight. So can he?" And then George's eyes brightened and she smiled wide as if getting an idea.
"Hey maybe you could too"
Dean cocked an eyebrow.
"Are you sure your dad would be okay with that? I mean, I am a boy"
She cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head to one side.
"No shit Sherlock. You just figure that out? Of course I'm sure. Come on it'll be fun. And Josh just rented out this movie and Ash, he's a friend of mine, said it's awesome. It's been out for a while but every time I get the chance to watch it something happens"
"Ash?"
"Yeah. He skipped a few grades, he's only nine, but he's pretty cool, for a nine year old. Anyway what do you say?"
"About what?" She rolled her eyes.
"About tonight you dumbass!"
"Where would I sleep?"
"In my room. Duh"
"And you're okay with that?"
"Yeah. Unless you aren't. I'm sure we could find somewhere else if you aren't. Sam's all set, there's plenty of room with Josh and Keith, and besides, knowing them they'll probably spend all night in front of the TV anyway"
"I thought we'd be the ones in control of the TV"
"Does Sam mind horror movies?"
"No" We practically live in one,Dean added mentally.
"Then there won't be a problem"
"Okay then. Just one question though"
"Hm?" she had taken a bite of her cake and obviously had the sense not to open her mouth.
"Can I sleep in your bed?" Dean smirked and George rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Of course you can Dean, because we really need more fuel for your sexual fantasies, right?"
Dean shrugged.
"Hey, whatever floats your boat sweetheart"
It turned out that George, Josh and Keith were the only ones left in the house, the rest of them had all gone out camping for the week.
They set up in front of the TV and George popped the movie in. She and Dean were sitting on the couch and Sam and the twins were lying down on the floor in their sleeping bags, wearing their pajamas. Dean was wearing black sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt, George was wearing boxers and a tank top.
She and Dean were sharing a bowl of popcorn and the three twelve year olds on the floor in front of them had a bowl each. Dean had his arm around George and she had her head on his shoulder, her hair grazing his neck so lightly it almost tickled.
By the end of the movie the three twelve year olds were passed out and George's eyes were droopy and Dean was yawning. Neither of them could bring themselves to move so they just fell asleep on the couch.
**
"Wow, they're really knocked out"
Sam was standing over his brother's sleeping form; they had been trying to get George and Dean awake for the past half hour.
George was lying on top of Dean, their arms were hanging off the side of the couch, her small hand curled inside his. Their legs were twisted around each other's and Dean's other arm was wrapped around her, her face was buried in the crook of his neck.
"Maybe we should just let them sleep guys" Josh said, shifting uncomfortably.
"But I'm hungry" whined Keith.
"Then go get some cereal you lazyass" came the slurred reply from George as she stirred against Dean's broad chest.
Dean's arm tightened around her and he stirred too, but they remained in their positions the steady rise and fall of their chests the only proof of life.
"GEORGE" Keith yelled into her ear.
"Holy shit!"
Dean tumbled over the side of the couch, bringing George down with him.
"Fuck" she grumbled as she tried to push Dean off of her.
"Dean" she groaned.
"Mmm?" he had buried his face in the space between her breasts and she could feel the vibration running through her body.
"Get off me"
"But I'm sleepy" he nuzzled into her and pulled her closer to him.
George sighed and stopped trying to push him off of her, dropping her head back to the ground, thankful for the three sleeping bags lying around.
"There's cake in the fridge just eat that for Christ's sake"
"Okay" Josh said, suddenly enthusiastic, as he dragged the other two to the kitchen.
George sighed again as she slipped her fingers in Dean's hair, she stroked the skin behind his ear with her thumb and attempted to go back to sleep.
When she woke up for the second time she was in her bed, the covers drawn up and the curtains closed. She rolled over onto her side and yawned loudly.
She suddenly realized that she wasn't alone, there was water running in her bathroom and she saw that one of her towels were gone from where it usually hung beside her door. She heard the water turn off and she quickly squeezed her eyes shut.
A few seconds later Dean exited her bathroom, she opened her eyes a tiny bit, just enough to peek out and see Dean, a towel wrapped around his lower body, searching for something in his duffel.
She watched a single drop of water run down from the side of his face and move down until it reached his chin, dropping down into the duffel.
He pulled out a pair of boxers, a triumphant look on his face. He started to remove the towel and she shut her eyes quickly, half wanting to see what was under there, half afraid of not being able to control herself if she did.
She waited for an entire minute, she heard no sound at all, and she opened her eyes again, afraid that Dean might've dropped down dead. Instead she was met with his gorgeous green flecked eyes, staring back at her. She shuddered at the intensity she saw in them.
"Hi" she whispered.
"Hey" he whispered back, his warm breath tickling her face.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and leaned it, brushing the tip of her nose with his lips before heading towards her ear.
"You know, it isn't nice to watch people strip when they don't know about it"
"I wa-" she started but he put a finger to her lips to quiet her.
"But we're even now" he winked at her before removing his finger and leaning in to bite down on her lower lip.
Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled her lip into her mouth, hoping to maybe taste some of him.
"Dean"
"I know, I know. Not a good idea" he sighed.
"Yeah, that" she was actually going to beg him for more, pull him in and lean against him, and kiss him hard.
He stood up.
"Actually, I don't really mind much if you peek. Maybe it'll help you see reason. Still wanna look?" he had a suggestive look on his face as his hand hovered over the towel.
She let out a laugh, trying to cover up the groan she had bit back, trying to remember that conversation they had just yesterday.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll pass" she got out of her bed.
Dean grinned at her, modestly may have been the word she would have used to describe someone else, but this was Dean Winchester. And Dean Winchester didn't have a modest bone in his body.
She grabbed her other towel and headed towards the bathroom. Dean reached out and grabbed her arm, softly caressing it with his thumb. He looked like he was about to say something, but he changed his mind.
"Thanks, for-" he couldn't think of exactly what he was thankful for so he just waved one hand around, hoping it would suffice.
She smiled warmly at him.
"And you're welcome. For-" She copied his movement.
Dean chuckled and let go of her, watching her head into the bathroom.
**
When George went downstairs she smelled coffee, and waffles, and cake, and eggs, and bacon. She stood at the top of the stairs breathing in the scent before going into the kitchen.
Dean was standing at the stove, hovering over a frying pan, holding a wooden spoon. Josh, Keith and Sam were sitting at the table devouring a huge breakfast that Dean had obviously made.
"Having breakfast without me? I'm offended" George was smirking when Dean turned to look at her.
His response was to laugh.
"More like making sure you had any. I don't know what the hell those three were doing before we woke up but it sure as hell got their appetites worked up"
George laughed and walked over to Dean.
"I didn't know you could cook"
"It's one of my many secret talents sweetheart"
She smirked and stood on her toes, bringing her lips near his ear and whispered into them.
"Would stripping be another one of your secret talents too?"
Dean threw his head back and laughed.
"Sure, angel, if you want I'll give you a private show later" Dean mentally slapped himself.
Where had the angel thing come from, it sounded way too cheesy, he'd never called anyone angel before.
"I'll look forward to that" George didn't seem to notice the nickname, and if she did she didn't say anything about it.
She walked away and sat down next to Keith, stealing some cake off his plate with his fork.
"Hey!" Keith gaped at his sister, the chewed up bits of waffle in his mouth clearly visible.
George made a face and closed her brother's mouth.
"Why is it that all the men in my life seem incapable of swallowing their food?" George sighed dramatically and Dean snorted from where he stood.
**
They headed to the diner after that, dropping off their siblings at the park beforehand. George had to work extra shifts because everyone was out of town.
The diner was quieter than usual, the sound of the bell above the door was usually drowned by the laughing and chattering of the people inside. Today, though, the sound rang through the entire place. There was a chilling atmosphere in the air, it was a frightening change from the usual liveliness that inhabited the town.
"Who died?" Dean whispered into her ear.
George shrugged. A brunette woman was approaching them. She had pretty features, a squarish jaw and wide, cat-like, brown eyes. Her hair was tied up and she wore no make-up.
She approached George, anger filling her face.
"You're late. Just 'cause your dad own the place doesn't mean you can come and go whenever you want to. You work here, you work like the rest of us"
The woman stomped out the door, her eyes seething with anger.
"What the fuck is her problem?"
"Her grandmother died, love" said an old British lady from the back of the diner.
George's mouth fell into a perfect O shape, her hand flying to her mouth, shock filling her eyes.
"No way"
"It's true" said another old woman, sitting at the same booth as the first one.
"Lila found her yesterday, just lying in her bed like a statue. Poor girl" she continued.
"But you know what's got the police really stumped? Apparently she's been dead for a month. Heart attack" added a man who looked like he was in his late thirties added from the counter.
"What? That's impossible. We were at her house yesterday. That's impossible"
Suddenly Dean understood what was going on. Lila was the brunette and her grandmother was Mrs. McDonald.
He put an arm around George's waist. He hoped it was a comforting one.
"Yeah it's got the police stumped too. We all saw her yesterday, buying groceries" The man said.
"She came over to my house for tea" said the British old lady a warm smile on her face.
"Yeah well" George started, pulling away from Dean and going around the counter to tie her apron around her waist.
"I'm sure the police will figure it out soon. Right?" the rest nodded in agreement, Dean wasn't so sure about it.
Dean told George he was going to go check up on the three kids left in their care, so he went to the park and sat down on a wooden bench, trying to think of a logical explanation.
The only one he could come up with was possession but as far as he knew demons didn't possess dead bodies. Unless the demon possessed her before she died, but hadn't the man said she had a heart attack? He had never heard of someone having a heart attack during a possession.
God, why wasn't Dad here? Everything would be so much easier if he was.
Dean decided to investigate this thing on his own. He headed over to Mrs. McDonald's. There was a car parked in front of it so Lila must be there. Dean sighed and went round the back, climbing up the side of the house and through a window, landing on her pink carpet. He was forced to check each and every room until he found the bedroom.
No sulfur.
He tried the entire floor but he didn't find anything. He sighed and left the house as quietly as he could, heading back to the park.
When his dad got back they would get a hold of the autopsy report. There was no way in hell there wasn't anything supernatural behind this. Unless the police fucked up the report.
He sat on the bench and though of what could have happened to Mrs. McDonald, nothing he could think of made any sense, so he gave up, and settled for watching over Sam and the twins instead.
"Oh my god! Dean!" yelled a high-pitched voice.
Dean looked up and found Jean Emers running towards him, her hair billowing around her head in every direction.
She reached him completely out of breath, panting for air. Dean smirked.
"Need some help?"
She smiled and sat down next to him.
"What are you doing here? All alone?"
"Watching over my brother" he gestured with his head to where Sam was on a seesaw with Josh and Keith was sitting in the middle.
"Oh that's sweet. Hey aren't those two George's brothers?"
"Yeah"
"Is George here?"
"No. She's working"
"Oh okay" she seemed disappointed that he didn't elaborate, or offer anything for her she could elaborate on.
"So you're coming to school with us right?"
Dean nodded.
"Oh you just have to sit with us then. Really there isn't anyone to sit with better than us"
It was always the same every year. Be invited to sit at the jock table by one of the cheerleaders, the football players will glare at him and the cheerleaders will sit there and be overly-perky. Dean was getting tired of the same old thing every school.
"What about George. Where does she sit?" Dean saw the frustration in Jean's eyes.
"George sits with this loser in a mohawk, a nine year old geek, this emo and a guy who doesn't think about anything other than skating"
Dean's eyebrows shot up, she had mentioned Erin and Ash but not the other two.
"Yeah I know don't they all sound like losers? Now do you really want to sit with them?" Jean had obviously misunderstood his look of surprise.
The thought of sitting there was actually rather appealing to Dean. He didn't like Erin at all and he had never liked emos but George was sitting there and for some reason that alone made him want to sit at that table. Plus the thought of George sitting with four other guys was not an appealing one at all.
He settled for shrugging.
"I guess not"
"So you'll sit with us?"
"Sure" Dean was already thinking of ways to get out of this commitment.
"Awesome. I've told my friends that there's a new boy and they just can't WAIT to meet you. But then I told them that you spend all your times with Ms. Reynolds and they're kind of not so enthusiastic"
Dean cocked his head. George had already told him that she wasn't popular, or well-liked, or anything like that. But he didn't know it was that bad.
"Why? What's wrong with George?" Jean shrugged in response, obviously trying thinking of a valid reason that wouldn't offend him.
"Well, she's just…weird. Y'know? She chooses to hang around with those losers because they're cool apparently, which I really can't see, and she's just weird, y'know? Ever since she was a kid, she never wanted to play hopscotch or dolls or anything, she wanted to play with the boys. I blame her parents for having too many boys and not enough girls. I think it really screwed her up"
Dean took in this information, it wasn't anything he didn't already know, or expect really. She grew up with six brothers, obviously she would be a bit of a tomboy. But he didn't really understand why everyone was so mean to her.
Dean just shrugged, not really sure what she wanted him to answer, nor was he sure what he would have answered if he could. He felt like he needed to stick up for George but he didn't really know how.
"Why do you hang out with her?" Jean regarded him with curious eyes, Dean shrugged again.
"She's pretty cool I guess, helps me out a lot, especially with Sam. And it's not like I have a reason not to"
"She's weird"
"It's a good weird though"
"There's no such thing"
"Yeah there is"
"Says who?"
"Says me"
"I've known her longer than you and I don't find anything special about her"
"Why are we talking about this anyway?"
"Because I want to know why you hang out with her"
"Because maybe I want to?"
"But why? Why do you want to?"
"How about it isn't any of your business?" Dean was starting to get pissed off now.
He knew the drill, try and find out if he liked the other girl so she could go and threaten her and tell her to stay away from him, blah blah. It happened often though it never really got too heated because he always left the town before it could.
"It was just a question"
"That I answered"
"Sorry" He could tell that Jean was uncomfortable now, he didn't really mind though, he almost found himself thinking that she deserved it.
"You never called me" she said, perking up again.
"I washed your number off by accident" Dean gave her his killer innocent look just to stay on the safe side.
Jean giggled and shook her head at him.
"Didn't I warn you not to? Alright I'll write it down again and if you don't call me by tomorrow I'll be very angry with you. Okay?" She wrote her number down again, on his forearm this time, and then stood and placed a kiss on his cheek before smiling sweetly and walking off.
Dean leaned back in his seat contentedly, a smug look on his face, knowing that he was very close to getting laid now.
Sam approached Dean a while later, a cautious look on his face.
"Hey"
"Hey"
Sam sat down next to Dean and was quiet for a while before saying.
"Dean, how long do you think we're gonna be here for?"
Dean shrugged.
"As long as dad wants us to be I guess"
"But we've been here for almost two months now, and dad has almost never kept us in one place for this long. And he's already got us into school which doesn't start for another two weeks."
"Look Sammy, you know how dad is, even if we ask him he isn't gonna give us a straight answer. Maybe he's on to something and he thinks it's too dangerous for us or something. It happens"
"Well yeah but he hasn't even started looking into the house. Isn't it supposed to be haunted?"
"I'm sure dad knows what he's doing, Sam"
"Yeah of course he does"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing" Sam mumbled.
Dean regarded his brother with curious eyes, there was something wrong, something he wasn't telling him.
"Listen, Dean. Do you think dad would mind if we told them about what we do?"
"Who?"
"Y'know, George and Josh and Keith"
Dean looked thoughtful for a moment. It was a tempting thought, maybe it would help her understand a little bit more.
"Tell you what, when dad gets back, we'll ask him. Okay?"
Sam nodded and smiled, walking off to resume his playing.
George joined them as soon as her shift ended, giving her brothers a hug before telling them that Mrs. McDonald died.
Up until that point Dean had no idea how close the Reynolds had been to Mrs. McDonald, he knew George was close to her but he had no idea that the whole family treated her as if she was a close relative. If Dean didn't know any better he would have thought that she was their grandmother or something.
They ate at the diner and then went back to her house. She turned the TV on and then dragged Dean to the kitchen, locking the door behind her.
"Dean I need to ask you to do me a favor" Dean heard the seriousness in her tone but he smirked anyway, giving her a suggestive look.
"You wanna ask me if we can have sex on the table, right? Always had the feeling that you were the kinky type."
George laughed and shook her head at him.
"If I was going to have sex with you I definitely wouldn't have choose the kitchen table as the place to do it"
"Yeah? Where would you choose to do it?" She pretended to think about it though she already knew what she wanted, she had fantasies about it on more than one occasion, playing out exactly how she wanted it to be in her head.
"On top of your sexy ass car" she winked and Dean grinned like a child opening his Christmas Presents.
"See, I knew you were kinky" she smiled at him.
"That isn't what I want to ask you though so forget it" he pouted and she smiled at him again.
"So what do you want to ask me?"
George looked down at her feet, and played with some loose strands of her hair. She eventually sucked in a deep breath.
"Could you stay here for a while? With me?"
Dean didn't really get what she was saying at first, then it clicked, she wanted him to stay with her for the night again. When he didn't answer George continued.
"I mean, you know, stay the night. I don't mean with me. And not only you, I mean, of course Sam can stay too I don't expect you to leave him home alone, and this time maybe we can actually fall asleep where we're supposed to and not just on the couch like yesterday. And-"
When she looked up, Dean was suddenly in front of her gazing down at her so deeply it made her shudder. He smiled down at her and tangled one of his hands in her hair, lowering his head down so that she could feel his hot breath on her face.
"Please George, could you just shut up?"
"'M Sorry"
"You're basically asking if me and Sam can sleep over again right?" she nodded once.
"And my answer is sure. But why?"
George wrapped her arms around herself and rocked back and forth, Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
"I've got a really bad feeling. Mrs. McDonald dying and the whole being dead for a month thing I dunno I just-" she squeezed herself tighter, as if trying to reassure herself that she was still alive.
"I just think it would be safer if we stayed together you know? And anyway if there was anything going on your house would be anyone's first choice for a hideout" Dean laughed, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling he'd had since the beginning.
If there were demons involved he sure as hell didn't want to deal with them alone. Dean tightened his arms around her waist, reassuring himself that she was still alive.
"Sure we'll stay with you George just one question. How much salt have you got?" Dean had a slight smirk on his lips.
A/N Lol so yeah another sorta cliff hanger, I'm sorry but it seemed appropriate to end it there. Oh and just so you know the whole George/Jean hate relationship goes way beyond the usual popular girl hating on a loser shit, it'll all be revealed in due time though.
