"George?" Dean called as he stepped into the hallway of their home, peeling off his leather jacket and kicking off his steel-toed boots.
"I'm in the kitchen!" she called back.
Dean grinned boyishly, his insides warming at the sound of her voice, his wife's voice, and walked along the hallway, heading towards the delicious smell of her cooking. The hallway was cluttered with boxes of ammo, knives, shoes, jackets, holy water and other stuff Dean had bought to protect his wife from the supernatural. The walls were covered with framed pictures of past events overlapping the many protection symbols they had drawn onto the wallpaper, not to mention the devil's trap drawn under the carpet. Dean entered the kitchen and found her standing in front of the oven, a wooden spoon in her hand. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail and an apron that Erin had gotten her as a joke one Christmas was tied over her denim overalls.
"Smells delicious" he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, thinking about how delicious she smelled.
"Thank you. Taste this for me" she turned around and held the wooden spoon to his mouth, grinning.
Dean sipped the tomato sauce and smiled, swallowing and savoring the taste of the hot substance in his mouth. He smirked.
"It's good, not as good as you, but still good" he winked and she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"You're so corny" she made a face.
"Just a little, though"
"Just a little" she nodded in agreement and pecked him on the lips.
"How was work today?" she asked, going back to stirring the pot.
"This douche brought in a '66 Chevelle. He had fucked it up so bad though, you couldn't even tell" Dean hopped up on the counter and shook his head in disbelief, George whistled.
"The dick didn't even realize how awesome the car was, he just sat there and complained about how his grandpa had left him a piece of junk. When I die, make sure my baby goes to someone who will appreciate it" Dean mumbled other incoherent stuff and George laughed.
"Will do. You should go take a shower and change, Sam should be here soon"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Dean frowned and glanced down at his attire.
"It's all sweaty"
"But" he hopped off the counter and nuzzled her neck "I thought you liked me all sweaty" he breathed into her ear, nipping at it slightly.
"I do. But I doubt that Sam does" she smiled and turned around, kissing his chin and pushing him slightly.
"Go on. I'll still be here when you get back"
Dean pouted and kissed her forehead, walking off with his shoulders slumped, muttering to himself about how George was no fun. She smiled to herself before turning back to the food.
Dean helped George set the table, shirtless. He said that there wasn't enough towel left to dry his chest, yes he was still wet, but George knew he was just doing to tease her. She pretended to be annoyed but he knew she liked it. She had untied her hair and it now framed her face in thick, vibrantly colored waves. She hadn't changed out of her overalls but she now wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt under it.
"You're telling Sam this time, Dean. No chickening out" George stabbed a fork in his direction before setting it down next to a plate.
"When have I ever-"
"You chickened out when you were supposed to tell him we were engaged and I had to do it. Same with the wedding, and the moving in here and pretty much everything else related to our relationship. I know you two have your issues but seriously, you need to get over it" she fixed him with a stubborn look and Dean rolled his eyes, muttering to himself under his breath.
"Fine. I'll tell him. Can I do it when he leaves?"
"No"
"Please"
"No Dean"
"Please please please"
"No"
"I hate you" Dean pouted.
"Whatever. I just don't get what the big deal is"
"Don't you remember how he acted when we told him we were engaged?"
"Yes but-"
"And at the wedding?"
"This time will be different. I'm pretty sure he's accepted the idea of you being a faithful married man by now"
"Yeah right" Dean snorted.
George sighed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes.
"Dean. It'll be fine." She kissed him gently, pressing her chest against his.
The doorbell rang and they sprang apart, Dean running a hand through his hair and cursing before pulling his shirt on, George adjusting her hair slightly before taking Dean's hand and leading him to the front door. Standing on their porch was Sam, who had his arms around a blonde woman, a woman neither Dean nor George had ever seen.
"Hey, you guys. I hope you don't mind but I brought Jessica along. She's my fiancé" Sam grinned and his eyes flitted to both Dean and George's.
"I hope I'm not intruding or anything. We have a reservation at a motel so you don't have to worry about us staying here or anything. I was just wanted to meet you so badly. I've heard so much about you" Jess was grinning from ear to ear, she looked genuinely excited.
Dean and George caught each other's eye, George nodded slightly, a signal only Dean caught, and they both smiled warmly, turning back to the couple in front of them.
"Nonsense. Sam's family, and no family of mine is staying at a motel. I'm Irene, but you can call me George" George held out her hand and Jess took it, shaking it heartily.
"And blondie over here is Dean" George jerked her head in Dean's direction and he shook Jess's hand.
"'Bout time you got a girl Sammy. I was starting to think you really were gay" Dean smirked and Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean.
George noticed this, laughed nervously, kicked Dean's foot and moved forward to hug Sam around the waist and pouting.
"Are you growing taller? I could have sworn you were shorter last time you were here"
"Nah, maybe you're getting shorter" Sam laughed.
"Not likely" George pulled a face at him before ushering them inside.
"Dean, why don't you show Jessica the…pictures while I go and add a plate and a glass of water to the table" George smiled at Jess before hurrying off to the dining room.
Dean laughed nervously and scratched his neck before closing the door behind him.
"Uh yeah well uhm our graduation pictures are over here" Dean pointed "Here's Sammy being a big nerd." Dean pointed him out "And here's me and George and-" he pointed.
"You guys really like your weapons, huh?" Jess was looking around, a look of amazement on her face as she picked up various knives and guns.
"Huh? Yeah…uh we collect whatever we find. Sorry about the mess" Dean glanced around, not sounding sorry at all "If Sam had told us you were coming we would have made this place look a little presentable"
"Is it safe, I mean" Jess looked around "This is a lot of weaponry"
"Well yeah, we keep most of our knives in their sheathes or wrapped in sheets or something, and we safety all the guns" Dean cocked an eyebrow at the question.
"No I mean do you have licenses? What if the police come knocking?" Jess gave Dean a look which suggested that she thought he was mentally retarded, Dean cocked an eyebrow in Sam's direction.
"Another lawyer huh? Yes, we have licenses." The lie came out smoothly.
Jess picked up George's Colt .45, Dean knew that the gun was loaded with illegal cop-killers and he didn't need some bitch lawyer to be calling the cops on them, he had already started to dislike Jess. He took the gun from her hands.
"I gave this to George for her birthday. She doesn't really like people touching it" Dean gave her the best apologetic smile he could muster and Jess eyed him curiously.
"Dean, no touching my gun" George appeared in the doorway, frowning, she plucked the gun out of Dean's hands and stuffed it into her belt. "Table's ready" she smiled and grabbed Dean's hand, pulling him into the dining room.
"Nice" he whispered in her ear, smiling appreciatively.
"I have good ears" she whispered back, a smirk lining her features.
"So, did you two meet in college?' George asked as she dug into her plate of chicken and mashed potatoes.
"Yup. In Political Science 101"
"Oh, you're a lawyer too?"
"Mhm. But I'm doing taxation. I don't have the stomach for criminal law. Unlike Sam here" she laughed slightly.
"Really? You were such a pussy when we were kids" Dean smirked.
"Ha ha. Thank you Dean"
"You're welcome Sammy" Dean batted his eyelashes and grinned.
"Be nice" George said, using her best warning voice.
"How did you two meet?"
"School, I was the social reject who hung out with the loser boys and Dean was the hot new guy who all the cheerleaders wanted. We were a good match" George smirked and Dean shook his head, chuckling slightly.
"You didn't officially start dating until after you graduated though" Sam said, smirking slightly.
"Whatever, we were friends during school." Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"With benefits" Sam added.
"Shut up, bitch"
"Jerk"
Sam and Dean glared at each other from across the table and George sighed, pouring gravy over Dean's mashed potatoes for him.
"Do you have any siblings?" Jess asked George, she nodded.
"5 brothers."
"Wow"
"Uh-huh. You?"
"Just one sister"
"Are you like these two?" George jerked her head towards her husband and brother-in-law.
"Not at all. What about you and your brothers?"
"We're worse, we'd probably be rolling on the ground with our fists in each other's eyes by now" George laughed.
"So what do you do Dean? Sam never told me"
"I own the garage. You probably passed it on your way here"
"Isn't that the garage you said your dad owned?" she turned to Sam.
"Yeah. Dean stuck to the family business I guess" Sam nodded and then gave Dean a cynical look.
"Yeah well, you know what Sam, some people are actually content with what they grew up with" George sighed, she was getting tired of this.
"And others aren't. Others want to do more with their lives and want to explore other things" Sam retorted and raised his glass of water to his lips.
"George's pregnant" Dean said quickly.
Sam choked on the water he was swallowing and George closed her eyes, rubbing her forehead and sighing.
"Smooth, Dean" she mumbled under her breath.
"I panicked" he muttered, pouting slightly.
"Obviously"
"I'm sorry"
"It's okay"
Sam had stopped coughing and had begun laughing, hard. He looked just about ready to pee in his pants.
"Planning on running yet Dean?" Sam gasped out, brushing a few tears from his eyes.
"Sam" George frowned.
"Sam, is it possible for you to shut up and just fucking be happy for me for a fucking change? Or does that clash with your new oh so fucking perfect life style too?" Dean was speaking through clenched teeth, George could tell he was just about ready to punch something now.
"Dean, it's fine. Sam's just joking around" George placed a tender hand on Dean's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly and smiling warmly.
"It's just…Dean a father…freaking hilarious"
"Can you not make things worse" George managed to growl out right before Dean cocked his fist back and punched Sam in the jaw.
"Dean!"
"The sonuvabitch was asking for it" Dean growled, glaring at Sam.
"O-oh, dear" Jess said, worry lining her features.
She glanced at Sam worryingly and bit her lip, moving his hand away from his jaw. She winced when she saw the bruise forming and stroked Sam's hair.
"I'll get the first aid kit, Dean, why don't you come help me" George stood up and grabbed Dean's hand in the process, pulling him into the kitchen while Sam assured Jess that he was fine.
"Was that really necessary Dean? I thought we talked about this kind of thing" she frowned and gave Dean a disapproving look.
"Look, he's my brother and I love him…I think...but sometimes he acts like such a bitch sometimes."
"Yes I know" George sighed and Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry, I ruined the night"
"No it's fine Dean really. Sam was out of line"
"Real different huh?' Dean snorted.
"I just…I thought things would be different now is all. We've been married for three years already" she sighed again.
"Where's that first aid kit?"
"Your fist okay?"
"I've been worse" he sounded amused and George chuckled slightly.
"True" George smiled and took his hand, kissing his knuckles tenderly.
"You're such a girl" Dean said, pulling a face.
**
George woke up, chuckling, to the sound of her alarm clock. She groaned and ran a hand over her face, trying to get rid of the goofy grin plastered on her face. She hit the snooze button and rolled over onto her side. The grin had been reduced to a smile now but she was still tingling all over. She hauled herself out of bed, a long sigh escaping her lips. It was the first day of school and even though she wasn't dreading it, she wasn't looking forward to it either.
She was looking forward to seeing Ash again though, she had missed the little guy more than she'd admit. Not only Ash of course, she missed Xander even if he did nothing but complain about the state of society and Zach who only talked about the best wheels you could get for a skateboard and all the different moves he would practice next time he went to the skate park. Emerson liked it when Zach came around.
She showered and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tank top and then pulled on a black hoodie on top of it, she wore that bra Dean liked too, for some reason. George grabbed her back pack from where it hung behind on her door and left, thundering down the stairs. Keith, Josh and Emerson were already seated at the table and their dad was setting down plates of waffles topped with whip cream in front of them.
"Morning, Dad" George said as she joined her brothers on the table, the smile she had woken up with still on her face.
"Morning Georgie. Excited about your first day back?"
"Please. Going back to school means stupid homecoming dance. And homecoming king and queen. It's enough to make Superman sick." George pretended to gag before digging into her waffles.
"Why don't you just…not go?" Josh said.
"I'm not retarded Josh, if I could I would. But, attendance is mandatory." She pulled another face and rolled her eyes.
"That sucks" Emerson said "Is Zach going to come around soon, I want to show him this new thing I've been practicing?"
"I'll ask him to come over after school okay kiddo?" George smiled and reached over to ruffle Em's hair.
"Thanks!" Emerson was grinning from ear to ear, he didn't even seem to mind that his hair looked like a bird's nest now.
"George, can we please try to start this year without any fist fights. The school counselor's phone calls have been getting more and more desperate each day." Castiel gave his daughter a weary look before pouring himself a cup of orange juice.
"Are you going to ask Dean to the dance?" Keith asked in a sing-song voice.
"Please, as if I'd participate the way they want us to. I'll do what I do every year"
"Which would be?" Josh asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Skate around the gym with Zach and Erin while Ash comes up with some brilliant way to hack into the microphone so that Xander can rant about what's wrong with the world."
"And that actually works?" Josh gave her a disbelieving look.
"Hell yeah, we do it every year" George smirked and winked.
"That's the school spirit" Jean said as he sauntered into the kitchen.
"Whatever Jean. Remember I'm not an airhead cheerleader or a horny jock. I actually use that 2% of my brainpower." She rolled her eyes while Keith and Josh laughed.
"Ha ha. No wonder you aren't popular"
"It's not like I want to be"
"You don't want to be popular?" Jean cocked a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Why the hell would I? I'd take what little real friends I have over an entourage of people who don't even know when my birthday is any day"
"That is the right attitude to have towards life. You could learn something from your sister" Castiel placed a plate in front of Jean and gave him another knowing look.
"Whatever" Jean mumbled "And for your information my friends do remember my birthday"
"Uh-huh and do they actually give you presents you like? Or is it just the new edition of Playboy every year?" George gave her brother a sickeningly fake smile and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Ha ha, wouldn't that be the perfect gift for your boyfriend?"
"At least he has taste" George scowled. "And he isn't my boyfriend" she added through clenched teeth.
"Enough you two, please" Castiel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What do you think of Georgie's new boyfriend dad? Do you approve?" Jean gave his father a curious look and George glared at him from where she sat.
"I wouldn't approve of any of her boyfriends"
"Come on dad, you have to have something deeper to say than that"
"As long as George is happy and stays that way then it's fine with me"
George smirked and stuck her tongue out at Jean before hopping off her seat and heading for the door.
"Come on you guys, you don't want to be late do you?"
**
George sat in homeroom waiting for the bell to ring or something to happen, the back of her chair was pressed against her chest and her arms were folded on the table, her head resting on top of them. None of the people she could hold a conversation with had shown up yet, but she had gotten there particularly early. She had to drop Josh, Keith and Emerson off and that was two different campuses before going to her own so she obviously needed to leave home earlier than most people.
She suddenly felt two large hands massaging her shoulders, George let her body relax, sighing and leaning into the person behind her comfortably.
"Comfortable George?" Dean asked her, she could almost hear the smirk in her voice.
"Yeah" she cringed internally at the breathiness of her voice.
The hands left her shoulders and she heard the scraping of a chair behind her, she could feel the heat of his body behind her so she leaned back once more, her head finding the crook of his neck. Dean brought his hands around to her front, clasping them at her stomach and burying his face in her hair.
"Good morning"
"G'morning" her voice came out in a lazy drawl.
"Have any interesting dreams I should know about?" he breath was hot against her ear.
George considered telling him about the dream she'd been having ever since they got back from the hospital, but for some reason she doubted it would be a good idea. Knowing Dean it would probably just freak him out, he said it before, he wasn't a man of commitment and she believed that.
"Nothing you should know about. I did realize something else though"
"Hm? And what did you realize?" Dean brushed his lips against her neck.
"You have very girly eyelashes"
"What the fuck?" Dean groaned and dropped his head against her neck. "What the hell kind of a realization is that?"
"It's really cute though" George chuckled when Dean groaned again.
"In a sexy sort of way" she added, earning her a sloppy kiss on the neck from him.
"That's what I like to hear" Dean murmured, the movement of his lips against her skin making goosebumps spring up along her arms.
"Dean. Hi! You came to school after all. You know, I'm really mad at you. You never called me back!" Jean Emers showed up, grinning like an idiot.
"Shit" Dean sighed against George and pulled away from her and gave Jean his sexiest smile while George rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows to watch.
"Yeah, shit, sorry about that. I had a family emergency and it totally slipped my mind."
"Well, now that we're in the same class you aren't getting away from me that easily"
"Babe where'd you go?" a brunette guy came up behind her and put an arm around her waist dragging her away to where he had been sitting earlier, Jean just managed to wink and flip her hair at Dean before she joined her friends on the other side of the room.
"That was entertaining. Looks like you're going to be the 'other woman' Dean-o. Hope you can handle it" George smirked at Dean and he rolled his eyes.
"I really don't mind as long as I get what I need, you know"
"How do you live with yourself?" George scowled at him.
"Please, I know his type, he's probably been blown by every one of those girls over there. She probably knows it too"
"Good point" George said, looking over at the group.
"Who was that guy anyway?" Dean slouched in his seat and observed George, pretending to be waiting for an answer when he was really picturing her blowing him.
"Toby Young. Quarterback" George glanced over at Dean and smiled, if she had been angry with him before she sure as hell wasn't now.
"Toby Young? What the fuck kind of a name is that?" George laughed and made herself comfortable in her seat.
"Cliché isn't it?" George shook her head and cracked her neck, sighing with relief.
"My mom was a cheerleader you know, I don't think she was a slut like the rest of them though. At least, I hope not." George smiled weakly at him and then looked away, shaking her head slightly.
"I'm sure…she's okay" Dean reached forward and took her hand in his, playing with her fingers.
"How do you get rid of a ghost Dean?"
"Well, you burn their remains."
"Do you think…do you think you could help me help my mom to…you know…move on? I think she'd like that, I don't think she's happy stuck in your house"
"How did she die?"
"Uhm, well" George pulled away from Dean and scratched her nose and folded her arms across her chest "The police said she fell out of the tree in the backyard, I don't believe it though. My mom was a farm girl you know, she wouldn't have fallen out of a tree. She couldn't"
"And she's buried at the cemetery?"
"Yeah. B-but you're saying the only way for her to move on is to burn her bones right? So…do you think you could help me do that? I-I think it's the right thing to do"
"Does your dad have any of her hair or something like that?"
"No, my mother wouldn't let him do that. She thought it was a stupid thing to do, and creepy. She specifically told him not to"
"Okay then, I'll help you burn her bones. But-"
"What?"
"I think we should wait for my dad."
"Okay, I think so too. God, thank you so much Dean" George threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck.
"Don't mention it, it's the least I can do after what you did for me" Dean rubbed her back comfortingly, smiling into her hair.
