AN: Hello! And welcome to my first ever venture into Supernatural-fanfic. This little thing has been in my head for quite awhile now, it's just been finding the time to sit down and type it all out. So I hope you all enjoy the story and be sure to let me know what you think!
Flashback
"Dean! Come out and play already!" The call from outside the window came too early for the eight year old. He'd been comfortable, warm and he felt like he'd just gotten to sleep. Sighing he crawled out of the bed, sparing a glance at his four year old brother. Sam was sprawled out in his bed, one arm and one leg hanging off the edge, his mouth wide open as he slept soundly. Oh how Dean wanted to pull a prank...
"Dean!" Came the little girl's voice again, shaking Dean out of his reverie. He shook his head as he made his way over to the window, pushing it open a little way's.
"What'd you want? I was sleeping!"
The little girl, a brunette with her bangs hanging in her eyes, stood in the yard with her hands on her hips. She looked indignant. How dare he sleep when there was prime play time to be had? "So! Come on and play. We're losing daylight here Winchester!"
He shook his head but closed the window with a smile on his face. He grabbed his sneakers and started from the room, he could already hear his father milling about. Behind him, Sam was starting to stir finally.
Pulling his shoes on, Dean yelled something to his father that sounded like "gottagoplaybebacklater". To which, John Winchester shook his head and watched as his oldest darted out of the house. It wasn't two minutes before he could hear the familiar sounds of Dean and his little friend running around.
Oh to be a child again..
Present
He woke with a start, his heart pounding. Palms sweaty. The room was dark and he blinked a couple of times, trying to focus. Where the hell had i that /i come from? He hadn't thought of her in years. In fact the last time he'd seen her, he was 16...Sammy was 12. Rubbing a hand over his face, Dean pushed the blankets down his legs and stood from the bed.
Sam was on the other bed in their dingy motel room, sleeping away. He'd always been able to sleep through just about anything. Dean shook his head as he made his way to the bathroom, least his brother didn't have to witness another one of Dean's random dreams.
Sometimes they were nice, memories of being a kid and getting to act like one. They'd only stayed in a few places for more than a week, one of them being a small town in Oklahoma. Their dad had a friend, a fellow hunter, who had a family and had an extra bit of land with a small house on it. John had brought them there after a particularly long hunt. He was tired, mentally and physically exhausted. He decided that his kids needed something of a 'normal' existance for a bit. Dean was eight, Sammy was four. They were so young, too young to be seeing the things they had already.
Other times the dreams were more like nightmares. Memories flooding back of things they'd seen and destroyed. Vampires to ghosts to...anything else. Sometimes they were both kids again and sometimes they were the adults they'd grown into. Sometimes he couldn't save Sam from the demon. And every time he couldn't save their father.
Sam was snoring away as he made his way into the bathroom, a little jealous that Sam could sleep through a damn hurricane and he couldn't even go back to sleep after a dream about some girl he'd kind of grown up with. Shaking his head, he bent over the sink as he turned it on, letting the cold water wash through his fingers. It was frigid against his warm skin but it felt nice at that moment. Staring at himself in the mirror after splashing water on his face, he sighed. "Dean...you look like shit." He said to his reflection.
Unfortunately his reflection didn't answer back but the dark circles under his eyes were a telltale sign of his exhaustion. They'd been working non-stop, driving from town to town, fighting off whatever thing they were after. All for the greater good. All to find that damn demon that had taken so much from them already. Wandering back into the main room of the hotel, Sam was still sound asleep. Dean smiled to himself some as he crawled back under the covers. His eyes slipped closed before he could even really think about it, although his dreams were invaded by her again.
Flashback
"DEAN!"
The yell...no, screech really, pierced his ears and every other sense. He pulled back from the hot redhead in front of him and looked back at her. The brunette, with the bangs hanging in her face and the bright blue eyes. Oh and the pissed off look on her face. If looks could kill...a sixteen year old Dean Winchester would be six feet under at that point in time. He looked back at the redhead...god she was hot. She was the type of girl who'd most likely been around the block more than a few times. Rumor had it that she'd slept with the entire football team and he wouldn't put it past her. Sally Majors was hot, especially hot for a 16 year old.
For some reason Dean Winchester didn't look the least bit surprised that he'd gotten caught. In fact, he looked sort of happy about it. Proud even. Still, he felt a twinge of guilt that he ignored as he looked at Lucy. She was standing there with her hands on her hips glaring right at him even though she was a good five inches shorter than him and a year younger than him. She was that girl in that Oklahoma town that him and Sam had grown up with.
They were in Oklahoma for a year before they were on the move again but John had brought his boys back so that Dean could finish high school. Sam was just into junior high but already was wiser beyond his years. Lucy had grown up quite a bit in the time they'd been gone. Now both her and Dean's hormones were raging and they'd been doing some sort of weird teenage version of "dating". Although Dean never said it was dating. Dating meant it was serious and well...he was never serious about anything other than hunting. Even at 16 he was inwardly afraid that something would happen to any future relationships. So...he just never had any relationships. Except for Lucy. Kind of.
Sally disappeared down the street, probably to find the next football player to hook up with. Leaving him alone with a very pissed off 15 year old girl. Lucy looked like she was inbetween seething and crying, although no tears had appeared quite yet. He would be screwed if she started crying, he didn't know what to do when a girl cried! "Nat..."
She narrowed her eyes at the nickname only he was allowed to call her. "Dean Winchester, how could you!"
"Come on Lucy, not like me an' you are gonna go get married or anything."
Her hands dropped to her sides and she looked a little wounded. "Yeah but..Sally Majors? Come on Dean."
"What? She's hot!" He said it as if it was an obvious fact. It was obvious but to Lucy she was the enemy. She'd gotten the attention of Dean Winchester. The boy she'd had a crush on ever since she could remember.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Yes she has boobs the size of California, it's great."
"Like I said, ain't like we're getting married. Plus you're more like a sister than anything. Me and you? We haven't even kissed!"
Oh she was pissed now. And Dean should've known what was coming next. He'd known Lucy forever! He'd taught her everything she knew. So he definitely should've seen the fist coming straight at him.
And he did once he was lying flat on his back on the sidewalk, his left side of his face throbbing from the punch. "Fuck you Dean Winchester!" She growled and took off running in the general direction of their houses.
He was in shock. No, he wasn't in shock that she'd hit him because...well, even he could admit he kind of deserved that. No he was in shock because she'd just busted out the word "fuck" when he'd never heard any sort of four letter word come out of her mouth before!
And that was the last time he talked to her.
Present
Sam straightened out the button-up shirt he'd pulled on, glancing at the tv as it played some local news station. He couldn't remember quite where they were at the moment. They'd finished a job in northern Ohio and were winding their way back towards the southwest. He just wished they could take a little breather, even though he wouldn't tell that to Dean. Dean had been complaining that they needed a break for months now while Sam had been the one pushing jobs on them. He had thought that every job they did got them that much closer to the demon but it wasn't seeming like that anymore.
Dean came out of the bathroom, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "So..where we off to today boy wonder?"
Sam rolled his eyes as he shoved his computer into his bag. "Shut up, bitch."
"Jerk."
He smiled as he shoved some of his clothes into his bag before glancing back at his little brother. "Hey...you remember when we lived in Oklahoma?"
Sam was quiet for almost an entire minute and Dean was beginning to think that he hadn't heard him. "Uh yeah I think so." He finally answered. "We lived next to that one family, they had a daughter?"
"Uh huh."
"Yeah I remember them...why?"
Dean shrugged as he slung his bag over his shoulder. It was nearing check-out time and he wanted to get on the road already. "I don't know. Just was thinking about them."
His younger brother gave him a strange look but didn't say anything as he finished packing. They had hours on the road ahead of them, which meant there was plenty of time to bug Dean about why he'd randomly started thinking about a girl he hadn't seen or seemingly thought of in years.
Flashback
He stared out the window, watching as she held a shotgun in her hand. She was shooting at cans lined up on a fence about fifteen feet away. But even from where he stood, Dean could tell she was still pissed. Part of him couldn't blame her. She had caught him kissing Sally Majors. He'd been about to go outside to talk to her when his dad came bursting in through the front door. "Dean we're leaving" was all he said and then he was moving again, yelling for Sam to start packing. Dean was torn, between moving his butt to pack up his stuff and staring at Lucy who'd finished shooting at cans and was not just standing in the middle of the field. He wanted to talk to her. Hell, he even wanted to apologize for being a complete dick to her.
He was about to go out the door, to at least quickly apologize, when 12 year old Sam came stomping down the stairs. He was just at the beginning of the awkward phase every kid went through, where their arms and legs were too long and too big for their body. Where they were just gawky and couldn't seem to fit in to anything or anywhere. Sam had a pissed off look on his face, dragging a duffle bag behind him. "Dean we gotta go."
Dean sighed and with one last glance out at the brunette in the field, he turned and hurried up the stairs.
That was the last time he saw her.