Dean fancies a girl, and his aunts won't let this opportunity pass to make him happy!

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When Ellen and Pamela asked Dean about where Sam was next day, Dean shrugged and stuffed bacon into his mouth.

"He's gone, isn't he?" asked Ellen looking at her cup of coffee.

"We knew he'd leave eventually. He never looked completely comfortable with this lifestyle." added Pamela with a sad smile.

Dean chewed his breakfast without looking at his aunts. He wasn't going to discuss why his brother had left so suddenly this early in the morning. The women just sighed and went on with their usual conversations.

Things went almost to their normal ways some weeks later, when they got used to not having the gigantic form of Sam striding around the house and his piles of books scattered in every corner he could find. Dean had gotten a small job repairing minor problems of people's cars. He was more than capable of fixing major difficulties, but people didn't completely trust him. He did his job at home, not being able to find a place where he could settle a business yet, but, as people didn't like to go all the way to the spooky house where witches lived, he was still looking. This let him few time to leave the house, and also the fact that he didn't really need to leave it, still, he liked going out with his aunts once in a while. One day, he went with them to buy groceries and fertiliser for the herbs they grew at home. Before they went home, they stopped by the post office to check if Sam had sent any letters, and sure enough, the response to their last message was waiting for them.

"Oooh Sammy is in Florida!" Pamela sang and handed cheerfully the letter to Dean, who took it reluctantly.

Sam had taken long enough to answer, and Dean didn't get why his aunt was so happy that his nephew was somewhere else than with them. Sam's letter wasn't long, but the words made Dean smile. He couldn't really be mad at his baby brother, which made him really angry. He couldn't blame Sam, Dean himself had thought sometimes of leaving, maybe (just maybe) get a degree, find a home of his own, and be happy an normal, though he always thought of taking Sam with him, his brother was always in the picture. But if this was how Sam would be happy, then Dean had to be ok with it. So he smiled at the letter with the perfect handwriting and put it in his pocket. He turned up and there she was.

Lisa Braeden.

She worked at a local store. She was looking at Dean while crossing the street. Her long dark hair waving behind and eyes tinkling with the sunlight. She was so pretty. He crossed the street and passed her, turning his head to keep looking a little longer and smiled charmingly at her. She giggled and winked at him, then turned and walked away. Dean stared at her back and walked into Pamela, who was looking at him with an amused smile.

"What?" asked Dean.

"Oh nothing, Romeo, just watch where you're walking!"

Dean rolled his eyes at his aunt.

"Do you like that lovely girl, Dean?"

"No Pam, I don't like that chick, can we move now?"

"Oh I know you do, your eyes are sparkling and all" she gave a cheerful shriek and ran towards Ellen "Elly! Guess what? Dean likes the girl Lisa!"

Dean groaned and walked faster."I don't, shut up please, Pam!"

"Mind how you speak to your aunt, boy" Ellen smirked at her flushed nephew and pinched his cheek "Are you in love, Deanie?"

He glared at both of them and struggled to get off Ellen's grip. "I'm not in love, let go Ellen!"

His aunts laughed and grabbed each of his arms. Dean sighed. He was trapped. All the way back home, the women laughed and fussed over Dean's crush and Dean wanted the Earth to swallow him full.

"Should we do something, Pam?"

"But of course we should Ellen! They obviously like each other!"

"But, the curse?"

"psh Ellen, there is no curse! Are we really going to deny Dean the joy of love because of a legend?"

"The legend is actual history and has proof, Pamela"

Pamela thrusted her hands upward in frustration. Sometimes Ellen could get annoying with her superstitions. Ellen sighed at her. In some way, Pam was right. Dean could have a chance at being happy and having a taste of a normal life, who knew, maybe the Lisa girl would prove herself worthy of a Winchester's fate, and to be honest, they probably wouldn't even go through their first 6 months.

"Alright then, get the book." Ellen nodded at Pamela, who squeaked and bounced to the study.

"Get a lock of her hair!"

Ellen grimmaced. The tough work was always for her. She didn't know why she put up to her sister's demands, she was the eldest after all.

It wasn't a powerful spell, they wanted the love that might develop between Lisa and Dean to be pure and true. It was but a little charm to make them make a move. They had all ready, after Ellen had to take one of the cats that came every night to get fed, to the store where Lisa worked, and cast a Commanding Spell on it so that he jumped to Lisa's head and take a lock of her hair. It was completely painless of course, and rather amusing. They waited until midnight and then made magic.

They were sitting next day on their front porch sipping on their iced tea, glancing anxiously from their watches to Dean, who was under a large red car trying to fix the gas filter.

"Why does nothing happen!?" whispered Pamela tapping her fingers on the chair's arm.

"Any time now, Pam, be patient!" said Ellen, feeling nervous herself.

A few hours had passed since they casted the spell and Dean was still in the house. Pamela was about to stand up and go check if the spell had worked, when the clock in the living room rang loudly with 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Dean started and hit his head with the car. Groaning and cursing, he slowly emerged from under the machine. Pamela stilled and both sisters tried to look, failing badly, innocent. Dean didn't turn to look at his aunts, who looked now as if they would burst into loud laughter at any moment. He stood up and started walking. He didn't know where to, but his body seemed to know exactly where, because he kept walking and didn't stop. His gaze fixed ahead, he paid no mind to anything from out of the comer of his eyes, nor he turned to look elsewhere, an objective settled in his mind. After walking all the way into town, he realised what he was doing. The wind swirled around him and leafs on the floor flew from under his feet. People stopped whatever they were doing to look at him. He was searching, his pace quickening, inside shops, inside cars, but nothing. He focused his gaze ahead again, and saw Lisa walking at him quick, until she broke into a run and met Dean halfway, jumping into his arms. She wrapped her legs around Dean and Dean tightened his arms around her waist. Their lips crashed together and the kissed deep and long. Dean felt ok, and it wasn't until that moment that he realised how much he had wanted to do this. Lisa smelled like flowers, sweet and hot with sweat. When they let go the world turned up again, they were panting and looking into each other's eyes.

"I was waiting for you" said Lisa smiling down, and there was no fear nor judgement in her gaze.

When he told his aunts about his and Lisa's relationship, they shrieked like schoolgirls and hopped to give him a bone-crashing hug. Dean wouldn't accept it, but he hopped a little along with them, a goofy smile across his face. The eldest women were really sweet with Lisa, they welcomed her warmly and even offered to teach her how to bake Dean's favourite pie, to which Lisa only accepted to be polite, because she kept giving hints that she didn't bake at all, and didn't care to learn how to. Dean didn't really mind about this, he always had his aunts' house to go eat pie, so he just chuckled and teased Lisas's lame baking skills. He might would have wanted to care, but he didn't.

Dean gave thought to it for long, and then proposed to her. They got married, and got a small house of heir own in town. Dean was happy, he was able to start forming the life he'd always wanted to and still be near his family. The only missing constant in his equation was Sammy. He told him about his engagement and marriage as soon as he was able to get his hands on a sheet of paper and a pen. Sammy was the first to know and in his answer he could read the cheesiness that characterised Sam's girly ability to express his feelings. He rolled his eyes at the screen and wished that his moose of a brother was here to be at his rightfully place of best man.

It started nice, really. He moved his job to his new place and Lisa kept hers in the shop. They had lunch together, went back to work, and met for dinner again. They had amazing newly wed sex every night, and Lisa even cooked a small breakfast for both when she had time. Dean was happy, and relaxed. His work increased now that people saw him with a wife and away from crazy Ellen and Pam, though, when he finished, he went to their house to chat and make magic. It was still a part of his life, and his aunts had raised him lovingly , so no mattered what new routine he had set himself and what people would say, he still spent time with his family.

Until Lisa decided that it was best that he didn't.

"Honey, we are together now, and that means the normal, white picket fence life you always longed for! Visiting them will drag you back to them, and you won't be able to put it in the past!" she had said, with her hands on her hips and that smile that meant "make as I say or else"

"But they are like my mothers, sweet heart, I lived with then until some months ago, I can't just stop seeing them."

"Oh do it gradually then, but if you wanna build a future together with me, you must forget about your past first"

Her tone was final and she turned around and walked away. Dean really loved Lisa and wanted that future, so, reluctantly, he decreased his visits to his aunts, excusing him and saying work was crazy, until it was easier for him to just stop calling them as well. If he spotted them in town, he'd turn quickly and leave.

But he got his reward.

Lisa had been qcting a little distant after their one year anniversary, but Dean imagined it had to be that way when someone was married. He really didn't know how this life was, having been so distant to any relationship other than that with Ellen ad Pam and Sam, and he'd been really young when his parents had died to remember if they were happy. He blamed it on work stress and didn't complain much. They still had sex at least once a week, and had dinner together, so not all was lost.

One day though, Lisa was shifty and she was baking a cake, which burnt, but Dean had to notice there was something wrong with his wife. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to his arms. She wriggled, but he didn't let go, so she turned her pretty brown eyes to him.

"What's wrong, Lisa?" his robe was strained, clearly showing his own discomfort at cornering her, but he reckoned a husband had to make his wife feel good always.

She hesitated for a moment before taking a very deep breath and speaking so quickly Dean almost didn't catch it.

"I'm pregnant."