George lay awake in her bed that night, her mind kept drifting off to Dean, so much that she couldn't get any sleep. The fact that he had his arms around her and his face buried in her hair didn't help much either. She couldn't help but feel slightly guilty, no they didn't go all the way, but what they did do made her feel guilty as hell. She didn't know if Dean was feeling the same way, he sure as hell wasn't acting like it. Then again, she wasn't feeling too or acting too guilty a while ago either. She thought of Miranda Sorensen, she thought of how she flirted and flashed her thighs around Dean, she thought of how Dean tossed her a couple of smirks and had her in his lap, nibbling on his ear and whispering nonsense into his ear.
She thought of how it felt for her to watch him lead her to the bleachers, how hurt and angry she felt, how painful the emotions coursing through her body had felt. She also thought about how Dean's tongue felt on her breasts, how his mouth felt against hers, how good he tasted, she didn't think she had tasted anything so good, the perfect mix of beer, burgers and pie, it sounded disgusting but it tasted better than anything. Better than pie and peanut butter, better than the best burgers in the country.
What was scary was the familiarity of his taste, the familiarity of his kiss, of the feel of his body molded against hers, the feel of his chest under her hands, the searing heat of his ever present necklace against her sweaty skin. Everything about him was so familiar, scarily so. And then there was that dream, the one she had last night, she didn't have the same feeling as the other dream but it was so vivid and real it was almost as if she was actually in the dream, every time she remembered it she had to smile, no matter where she was. Hell, she managed to stay awake through History just by thinking about it. She felt him move behind her, he brushed away her hair, exposing her back and neck. She shivered slightly as he brushed his lips against the back of her neck and placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder. He pulled off one of her bra straps with his teeth, she squirmed and rolled over, their eyes meeting. She smiled.
"Can't sleep?" his voice was low and husky, his breath whispered across her nose.
"Not really" George shook her head slightly.
"Is it me? Do you want me to go back home?" Dean sounded genuinely worried as he brushed aside a strand of hair from her face.
"No. No, please stay, I don't want you to leave" the corner of her mouth twitched upwards, Dean placed a small kiss there.
"What is it then?" Dean furrowed his brows, looking very worried now.
"Don't you feel, I dunno, guilty, I guess?" she felt foolish for asking, of course he didn't, she was sure he didn't.
"George." Dean paused, not sure how to go on "George, we didn't even have sex." he looked confused "You aren't going to go all preacher's daughter on me are you?"
"What? No no that's not what I meant."
"What the fuck are you talking about then?" Dean laughed weakly, blinking in confusion.
"I dunno, I just-you were with Sorensen a little while ago and I was supposed to be angry at you, I thought I was, but now I'm just mad at myself and-" he cut her off by giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.
"George, seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about" he frowned slightly.
"Never mind" she sighed, then another thought occurred to her "Dean, do you act differently around me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know how you act all Casanova around other girls?"
"I don't think Casanova would be the right word" George frowned at him "But, I get what you mean, yeah"
"Well, do you act differently around me? To get what you...need?" George was already regretting asking the question, and the fact that Dean was taking his time to answer made it even worse.
"No, I don't. I thought I would have to, when I first saw you, but really I don't act any different around you. To be honest sometimes I think I act more like myself around you than around my dad"
"How is your dad? Isn't he gonna notice you're gone?"
"I told him I was coming to see you. He can put two and two together" Dean smirked slightly.
"Dean, I hate to ask now, but uhm, about my mother-"
"I haven't forgotten, George. I need to talk to my dad first though, he doesn't like it when I do stuff like this without telling him." Dean smiled slightly, kissing her forehead softly.
"Thank you. And uhm, do you think you could take me with you, the next time you go on a hunt"
"It won't be fun George. All we do is stay in some motel room, do research, talk to some people and then take down the son of a bitch"
"I still wanna try it out though."
"You're smart George, you shouldn't even be considering living this kind of life. You should go to college and-"
"And what? Become a lawyer, live the high life? Dean, you should know as well as anyone that I don't agree with our justice system. Let alone be capable of working for it, do you have any idea how many people walk because of circumstantial evidence? And do you know how many people are put in jail because of some lying whore who has some influence over a prejudiced judge"
"Is this about your brother?" Dean cocked an eyebrow.
"You're damn right it is" George scowled slightly.
"What happened?"
"It isn't important. Point is, I really don't have any idea what else I can do. I want to help people, really, and if I have to do it illegally I'll do it. Besides, it's a little hard knowing about all this stuff and not being affected you know?" George gave him a sheepish smile and Dean nodded understandingly.
"Besides, it really can't be all that bad. You seem happy enough" George shrugged.
"Yeah, real happy" Dean snorted, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Seriously Dean, I bet you anything there are so many other children with two parents who have a house and stay in one state who are a lot more miserable than you are" George smiled weakly and Dean sighed, kissing her forehead.
"I think Sam's a lot more miserable than I am you know" Dean pouted slightly, a contemplative look on his face.
George remembered the dream she had, what Sam had been like. He hadn't been unhappy, but he hadn't been fully content either, that much was obvious. He had left the hunting life behind, gone to college, become a lawyer. George just couldn't comprehend how anyone could just leave a life like this, how could someone live a normal life knowing that people were dying every day and would continue to die until the evil son of a bitch was taken out. The Sam she knew now didn't seem like that kind of person, but people could change drastically over a short amount of time, George knew that better than anyone.
"Why do you say that?" George cocked an eyebrow.
"I just don't think he's happy. The kid's really smart, probably wants to go to college when he graduates from high school, but I know dad won't let him. Even now he'd rather do homework than listen to dad explaining to me about what we're hunting next. He pays attention, sure, probably more than I do, but I can tell he doesn't want to. And he and dad are always arguing, god, I just-I worry about him sometimes" Dean sighed, brotherly worry etched into his eyes.
"I'm sure he'll make the best decision for himself Dean. You never know, maybe going to college would be better for Sam then staying with you guys, it'll make him look at things in a different perspective, maybe he'll meet someone that'll show him how lucky he is to have you guys and realize he belongs with you." George smiled
"What if it doesn't? What if he decides to stay and become some hot-shot lawyer?"
"Would that be so bad? As long as he's happy, does it really matter what he's doing?"
"It's not that simple George"
"Nothing is" George gave him a sheepish smile and he kissed her on the forehead.
"Thanks for trying George"
"You're welcome" she smiled warmly and nuzzled into his chest, the heat of his necklace comforting against her cold cheek.
**
Dean was in all of George's classes, save the advanced math, because of John's initial plan, whether or not it was effective was a matter of opinion. Dean believed that there was no point considering George was now asking them to salt and burn her mother's body, but if John wanted to believe it would do some good he was free to go ahead and do so. He was sure that George noticed, but so far she hadn't even mentioned it. Dean was determined to make it up to George and her friends at lunch, he didn't even make eye contact with any of the people, not even Miranda. What he did keep his eyes on was the back of George's head, or her exposed neck to be specific. Her heavy tan was starting to wear off now but she still looked as hot as she normally did. Dean's eyes roamed over the back of her neck, think about the way the cool metal chain around her neck felt between his teeth, his eyes roamed lower, a small pout appearing on his lips when he realized that she was slouched too low for him to see anything else.
Dean frowned, he was bored and it was Latin class so actually listening to what the teacher was rambling about was out of the question. Latin was always the most boring class, in every school he's been to the one class he never had trouble with was Latin. He already knew the basics so he didn't even have to bother listening at the beginning of the year. Just as he was getting ready to drift off into a little nap the teacher, Mr. Eckley something or other, called on him.
"Mr. Winchester, how would you read this word?" Mr. Eckley wrote caelum on the board and looked at Dean expectantly.
Dean read it, pronouncing the c like ch and the ae like the long e.
"Mr. Winchester are you Catholic?" Mr. Eckley surveyed Dean with suspicious eyes.
"No"
"Why did you use Ecclesiastical Latin to pronounce the word? The Latin taught in most schools is something called Classical Latin. What you used is the one that is exclusive to the Roman Catholic Church, usually used in exorcisms." Dean blinked at this statement and was just getting ready to respond when the bell rang, he sighed outwardly and stood up, gathering his books in his arms and throwing George a smirk.
"Christo" Dean muttered as he passed Mr. Eckley's desk, and watching him flinch out of the corner of his eye, Dean scowled but hurried out of the classroom.
"Dean" George called after him as he rushed out of the classroom, he turned around just in time to catch Mr. Eckley glaring at the back of George's head murderously.
Dean placed a protective arm around her shoulders and dragged her out of the classroom, returning her questioningly confused look with a stony silence. Dean didn't let go of her, even when they were out in the hallway, he lowered his arm so that it encircled her stonewashed, denim clad waist. He squeezed her waist gently and steered her away from the classroom.
"Dean" she hissed "what's going on?"
"Not here" Dean whispered into her ear, then kissed it gently, he was plagued by the feeling of being watched, and he didn't like it.
They slipped into a janitor's closet, Dean closed the door behind them quietly while George turned the light on. She flipped a bucket over and sat down on it while Dean locked the door and sat down on some plastic boxes.
"If this is your way of telling me you want to do it I think your ladies man skills are getting a little rusty" George cocked an eyebrow at Dean, giving him an amused look.
"No no it's the Latin teacher."
"Mr. Eckley? You're angry at him for calling you out on your sucky Latin pronunciation so you bring me here? Wow, that's a solution"
"First of all, my Latin isn't sucky, if you tried reading an exorcism any other way you'd get a big fat load of demon ass-kicking. Second, it isn't that, the son of a bitch is possessed"
"Possessed? Like, by a demon? How do you know?"
"He flinched when I said Christo"
"Huh?"
"Never mind, point is he's a demon I saw him giving you this look, like he seriously wanted to kill you or something"
"Why would a demon-" George paused, a dawning look passed across her face "What do demons look like?"
"They don't have a shape really, just black smoke. That's why they need to posses humans"
"So, physically, if someone was possessed by a demon they wouldn't look any different?"
"Well, their eyes would turn black, but they don't walk around like that, they control it"
"Eyes turn black?" George blinked, a strange look on her face, almost like she was struggling for air.
"George? Are you okay?"
"Hm? Yeah, peachy" George blinked and then rubbed her forehead.
"So what do we do?"
"You do nothing, I go to my dad and ask for his holy water, my stash ran out"
"I'm not just gonna sit around on my ass dammit, you're going to let me help, you hear?"
"George, can we talk about this later please?"
"Fine." "What'd you waste your holy water on?"
"Protection stuff"
"Protection?"
"Yeah, what'd you think I was doing when you were taking a shower?" Dean smirked and George cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm not going to find a dead rat hanging from the back of my door or anything right?"
"Dead rats are only used in Black Magic George" Dean shook his head and George pouted.
"You shouldn't do that. Kinda makes me want to do this" Dean smirked and leaned forward, biting down on her protruding lower lip, and George swiped her tongue across his upper lip as a response.
There was a loud banging on the door, causing them to spring apart and knock over a bunch of cleaning supplies. Dean reached over and unlocked the door, slipping out quickly.
"Damn kids, why can't y'all let me do my damn job"
"Sorry Mr. Hinley"
"Ah that's okay sweetheart, I was wondering when you'd get yourself a boyfriend" Mr. Hinley eyed Dean from top to bottom before pushing in his cart.
"What can I say? I'm well liked" George gave Dean a sheepish, modest smile and Dean shook his head before draping his arm across her shoulders and kissed her temple.
"We've got Biology"
A/N Like it or hate it please please review. I'll get into Dean's head a little more in the next chapter, and yes I am aware that Alistair has eyes like Lilith, no, it wasn't a mistake on my part. They've postponed school for two weeks (swine flu) so I'll have a lot of time on my hands :D
