George sat in the bleachers with her head between her knees, her earphones were blaring Black Sabbath and there was an open notebook filled with equations by her side. It was after school and George was waiting for her brothers, Keith had soccer practice and Josh had chess club. Jean normally picked Emerson up after school but he had some preparation to do for college so it was Micah's chore to do that day.

"George?" No response.

"George" Still no response.

Dean sighed and plucked out her earphones.

"What do you want?"

"You're still mad at me?" Dean pouted and sat down next to her.

"Because of you and your good looks I had to eat with the stupid cheerleaders and their airhead jock fuckbuddies."

"Geor-"

"The experience will ruin me for life" George threw him a frown.

"Sorry" Dean sighed.

"You smell like cheerleader, go away"

"It can't be that bad"

"No, seriously, you smell like sex."

"How did you-"

"I saw you with Miranda Sorenson, Dean. I'm not an idiot" she rolled her eyes at him delicately.

"Is that what her name was? I thought it was Samantha" Dean's expression became thoughtful while George rolled her eyes and pulled a disgusted face at him.

"I'm kidding, Jesus, I'm not that bad" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Not yet anyway" George murmured.

"Had a dream about that too?" Dean cocked an eyebrow.

"No. But I can tell you're going to end up like that someday."

"And I can't tell you're going to end up being a prostitute"

"How'd you come to that conclusion?"

"You cringe at the smell of sex now, but when you grow older you'll get so addicted you'll scare yourself"

"And what'll you be? A pimp" George snorted.

"Yours maybe" Dean winked and George shook her head, sighing.

"You should be flattered you know" Dean pouted slightly.

"Really? What's your wacky tacky explanation for that one?"

"Well, I can spend my time with any girl I want, as I've just demonstrated, but I always come back to you" Dean gave her an innocent look and blinked, George on the other hand, looked unimpressed.

"That's wonderful Dean, really, I'm so glad you enlightened me."

"You're welcome" Dean looked proud of himself.

"I'm not another bimbo who puts out faster than a candle in a blizzard. Your pick up lines don't work on me." she stood up and grabbed her notebook, stuffed her earphones into her pocket and slung her backpack over her shoulder "When you don't reek of skanky cheerleader come talk to me, okay?" She stomped past him, willing herself not to look at him, and thundered down the metal stairs, the sound of the metal hitting her shoes ringed in her ears as she grabbed Keith and dragged him into the elementary building.

**

"George, it's for you" Micah glowered down at Dean, his eyes unblinking, and his posture defensive and intimidating.

Dean, on the other hand, stood with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes lowered to the ground. He didn't think George had told her brother anything but he still didn't feel comfortable with making eye contact with the scowling young adult in front of him. The gun pressed against his hip gave him a slight comfort, even though he knew he would never use the gun on Micah. George would never forgive him for it. Then again she would probably never forgive her brother for provoking Dean in the first place. Either way he didn't need the cops on his tail, he had enough problems with the law.

"Thanks Micah" George emerged from the kitchen, smiling warmly at her brother as he gave her room to stand.

She watched him until he was all the way upstairs and only turned to Dean after she heard a door slam shut.

"What do I smell like now?" Dean smiled sheepishly.

"Hm...deodorant, soap, and a nice cologne. You clean up good, Winchester" George smirked slightly before standing aside to let him into the house.

"I was just making myself a bowl of ice cream" George smiled and led him into the kitchen.

There were two plates, lying side by side with an open box of ice cream behind them.

"Why are there two?" Dean quirked an eyebrow.

"I saw you coming from the window" George gestured to the window over the sink which had a clear view of Dean's front door, she threw him a smirk.

"So, vanilla or chocolate?" She cocked an eyebrow at his direction.

"Sure Dean I'll just cover your dick with ice cream and then suck it all off. Might as well blow you while I'm at it. What do you think'll taste better, vanilla or chocolate?" Her voice rang through his head loud and clear, and he once again pictured her licking and sucking ice cream off his swollen, rock hard cock. He coughed loudly and shut his eyes, trying his best to clear his head before looking back at her.

"Chocolate" he muttered before opening his eyes to see her face scrunched up with worry.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just remembered something."

George smirked, looking like she had understood what he meant and walked towards him slowly, quirking an eyebrow as she moved.

"Really? And what did you remember?" she tossed him an inquiring look.

"Kitchen sex" he smirked and she laughed.

"That's right, mixing food and sex is a bit of a kink of yours" she smirked at him slightly before going back to the ice cream.

"Here." George shoved a bowl of ice cream into his hands and stabbed a spoon into the ice cream. "Come on, let's go to my room"

"Does this mean you aren't mad at me anymore?" Dean said as she closed the door of her room and he sat down on her bed.

"I was never mad at you Dean. At least, I don't think so, I was just really annoyed" she frowned to herself slightly and sat across him, spooning some ice cream and fudge into her mouth.

"I'm sorry." Dean said, following suit and sticking a spoon of ice cream into his mouth.

"Don't be. I'm just being a clingy bitch. Don't pay me much attention"

"You aren't being a bitch. I shouldn't have done that. Especially after the thing at the hospital"

"Which thing?" she pushed herself closer and gently took the plate from Dean's hands, placing it on top of a stack of books on her bedside table.

"This thing" Dean ducked his head so that his lips were brushing against hers, his tongue flicking out and running across her lower lip "Mmm"

"I thought you said you wanted chocolate?" her mouth curved into a smirk.

"Vanilla taste's good on you" Dean smirked back and George chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Hold on" Dean murmured as he reached for her plate.

"Dean?"

"Shh" Dean placed a finger on her lips before dipping his thumb into the bowl and running it over her lips, she smiled understanding what he was doing.

George sucked his thumb into her mouth, curling her tongue around his thumb and lapping off all the excess ice cream. Dean moaned, gripping her hair with his other hand and roughly pulling her towards him. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and brought his own lips crashing down against hers. George arched against him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, she moaned when his tongue reached out and clashed against hers. The kiss was frantic, hot, sweaty and rough. Dean's hand slipped under her shirt, moaning when he found the lace of her bra, his other hand joining the frantic search for her bra clasp. George pulled her mouth away, kissing her way along his jawline until she reached his ear. Her tongue teased and caressed his ear.

"Do you know how hot it would be if you had a piercing?" she breathed out before biting down, hard, on his ear lobe.

"Kinky little Georgie aren't you?" he murmured into her neck, smiling triumphantly when her bra popped open. "Hah" he said, she squirmed as his breath tickled her neck, a slight giggle escaping her.

"Everything is kinky to you Dean"

"Hmm...Everything about you maybe. Honestly, when you're around the line between porn and reality gets a little blurred" Dean winked and flicked his tongue across her collarbone.

"Hanging out with me must be rather difficult for you then" George quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk appearing on her face as she ran her hands through his hair.

"Very. But it's worth it" Dean kissed her neck sloppily before dipping his tongue into the space between her breasts. She let out a shaky gasp and arched into him, she felt him smirk against her skin as his hands made her way to the hem of her shirt.

"Off" he whispered huskily into her ear, tugging harshly on her shirt.

George pulled her shirt off, and Dean's hands reached greedily forward, tugging her bra off and tossing it onto the floor lazily. He laid her down on the bed, stretching out on top of him, reaching for the plate of vanilla ice cream again. He tilted it carefully over her chest so that all the melted vanilla dripped out onto her creamy, smooth chest. He dripped the ice cream over her supple breasts, he then trailed a line all the way down to the waistband of her jeans. He lowered his head to one of her breasts, his swollen length throbbing against her thigh. George put two hands on his chest preventing him from going any further, Dean whined, his hot breath tickling her, making her smile.

"How come I have my shirt off and you don't?" she quirked an eyebrow and an amused smirk was carved into her face.

"You want my shirt off, baby?" Dean nibbled onto her ear.

"Uh-huh" she tugged on his shirt "Now" she pouted and Dean gave her a quick kiss before pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor next to her bra.

"Better?" he asked sucking on her collarbone.

"Much" she murmured.

Dean smirked and lowered his head once more, his tongue reached out and began lapping up all the ice cream from around her breasts. George let out another shaky gasp and arched up into his mouth, Dean sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, tugging on it roughly with his teeth before going over it with his tongue. George moaned, grabbed his hair and pressed his face against herself even more, Dean turned his attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment before lapping up the rest of the ice cream, he noticed that she shaved off all her hair, he didn't come across a single strand. Dean made his way up to her face, kissing everywhere but her lips. When he was done he gazed down at George, her lust filled eyes gazing back.

"You know, it'll be my turn soon" George's voice was reduced to a husky whisper, she smirked "And I think chocolate will taste very good on you"

Dean grinned and brought his lips to hers once more.


A/N So yeah, too short, too much dialogue, not enough smut or description. But I promise the next chapter will be better, I'll explain everything and Georgiekins will have another dream thanks too all of my readers and PLEASE REVIEW. I know there are a lot of people reading (I get Story Alert emails all the time) but only about three (I think) have ever actually reviewed. Please, I need the constructive criticism heh.