Townsend, Tennessee
Summer of 1994
Danielle was sitting at Dean's side as he laid shirtless in a tangle of sheets.
She was leaning over him with a look of intense concentration on her face and was wearing Dean's favorite Led Zeppelin shirt, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. He was watching Danielle work with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
Dean's entire body was relaxed. He exuded peace and even delight. When another laugh shattered the silence, Danielle grumbled and reached out to smack him on the shoulder. "Don't do that! Look what you did. You ruined my work."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head. His tone was lighthearted. "Please forgive me, princess. I had no intention of destroying your work. You do realize I'm not a blank canvas, don't you?"
"Shhh. You're not forgiven; remain still, I am almost finished."
Dean gave her a half-hearted glare at best. He wasn't irritated or angry in the least. To be honest, the Winchester relished the attention and alone time he had with Danielle, but he would never admit it to anyone, especially his father and brother. He heard the crack of a pen cap and felt her lips on his chest less than three minutes later.
He observed the little brunette as she sat up, a naughty grin on her face. Dean arched an eyebrow at her before shifting his gaze to his chest. His eyes bugged out, his jaw dropped open, and his head jerked up towards Danielle. "Tell me you didn't write 'Danielle Elkins was here' on my chest and kiss it."
"Alright," She said, laughing. "I didn't write 'Danielle Elkins was here' on your chest and kiss it. What are you going to do about it?"
"You, you little..." He never finished his sentence and simply flung her on the bed, screaming. Dean tossed Danielle onto the bed, held her face between his hands, and kissed her. He drew back and kissed her neck and collarbone several times. Dean has never felt more at ease with anyone.
It was as if she made Dean high. Smiles and laughter. He never laughed like that before, at least not without sarcasm. Dean pressed their foreheads together. "One day I'm going to marry you. You can count on that."
"Dean.." She let out a sigh. "We've known each other since we were four. We have no idea what is ahead of us between now and then. And what about our fathers? Your father needs you. Sammy as well. And, besides, our fathers will not simply stand aside and let us run away together."
"I'm well aware of that." Danielle smiled as he made a funny expression. "But believe me, Elle. I'll be back for you, come hell or high water, as soon as we get rid of the creature that killed my mother. Everyone will know you're my girl."
"We'll see."
When the phone on the nightstand rang, they exchanged glances before busting out laughing. Dean shook his head, grabbed his phone, and placed a finger to his lips. He flipped it open and moved away from Danielle.
"Lee, what the hell do you want now?" Dean's face became pale when he heard the voice on the other end of the call. "Oh. I'm sorry, sir, I thought you were somebody else."
Danielle frowned as Dean apologized hastily to the caller. Only one person she knew could have elicited that response from him: his father, John Winchester. She sat up, pushed some hair behind her ears, motioning for Dean to let her hear what was going on. He waved her off and returned his attention to his father.
"What? Please tell me you are joking—damn it. You aren't joking. They're both okay; in fact, they're both deep asleep. Yes, sir; keep an eye on Sammy and Dani. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone and looked at Danielle.
She gave him a worried expression. "Is everything ok?"
"One of the werewolves stole Baby and took her for a joyride through the mountains before pulling a Duke of Hazzard right into a tree. Dad is fit to be tied. He called to tell me that he and Daniel will be spending another two weeks just trying to get the car fixed."
Danielle began to snicker, but was cut off by Dean's expression. She quickly apologized. "I shouldn't laugh, I know that, but give that werewolf credit for having good taste in cars."
"The only thing that werewolf is going to get is an ass whooping when my dad gets ahold of him."
Dean laid back on the bed, drawing Danielle close to him. In an absentminded manner, he was gently massaging her lower back. Danielle didn't think he realized what he was doing because he had a distant look in his eyes. She suspected he was thinking about his father.
Danielle sighed and began to move from the bed. "I should get back to my own room."
"Don't," Dean said, taking her wrist in his hand and tightening his grasp slightly. She turned to look back at him. "Just... stay with me for a little while longer. Our dads won't be returning for another two weeks, so we have plenty of time. We can return to normalcy when they return, but for now... please, just stay."
She stroked her palm across his chest before succumbing and snuggling back into him. When she spoke, her voice was calm but filled with force. "Ok... until they return, but we can't keep this up. We can't keep living in this bubble, Dean."
"I know. Things'll be different when we kill the thing that killed my mom. Hell, I'll take you out on a real date."
Dean smirked and Danielle chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.
Question for you readers: A simple yes or no. When we get to 5.16 Dark Side of the Moon, would you like to see an extended version of this scene? The extended version will be shown as part of Dean's heaven road, one of few memories held dear by Dean, that will be viewed by Sam.
Aside from that, what do you think of the prologue? I know I said expect sexual themes with individuals under eighteen, but I figured, for the prologue I would strongly imply such a thing occured.