Okay, first of all, I'm back! Ha ha. Anyways, I just can't seem to get away from my crossovers, so here's another. I don't know quite where it's going yet—I actually started out with a story that was exactly opposite, but I think I might like this better… maybe.

Who knows? Maybe I'll delete it and write the other one instead… it all depends on reviews!!

~wwsadd

Prologue:

The fire was dancing, throwing flames high up into the sky. I laughed, draining what was in the plastic red cup that someone had handed me. What a way to celebrate my sophomore year. Too bad classes started again on Monday… I wanted Winter Break to last forever.

The night was clear, the large bonfire throwing enough heat to chase away the January chill.

And even better? My brother and his stupid friends hadn't even shown up yet. I didn't really even remember why I was mad at them… I'd forgotten three plastic red cups ago.

People were dancing, and I moved along in time to the beat, surprised when someone's hands landed on my hips. No one around here got that close to me… oh yeah! That's why I was mad.

I turned, leaning into the person. He must be new in town… worked just fine for me! I let my hands slide up his very toned chest and land on his shoulders. He had the deepest hazel eyes I'd ever seen. And his light, shaggy hair was tousled carelessly.

It was official; I'd never seen him in Ipswich before. "What's a pretty girl like you doin' dancin' all by yourself?" He asked, the firelight dancing off the metal of a small ring in his ear. He definitely seemed like the Casanova type.

I snickered, while mentally thanking whatever higher power was out there that I held my liquor so well. "Apparently you haven't met my overbearing older brother." I said, cocking my head to one side and smiling my most dazzling smile at him.

He smirked. "Is that so?" I nodded, pouting. His hands pulled my hips closer to his, as they swayed in time to the blaring music. "I'll take my chances." He said with a wink.

I laughed. "Finally! Someone who isn't a complete and total pansy!" I said dramatically, adding an eye roll so he'd know I was kidding. "I'm Andie Danvers, I'm a sophomore at Spenser. You must be new."

He let go of me as the song ended. Offering me his hand to shake, he leaned in to talk over the next song that was screaming from the large speakers. "Dean Winchester. I just moved here. I'll be starting, well, ending my junior year on Monday." He told me.

His lips were so close to my ear that I was getting goosebumps down the back of my neck… the good kind. He definitely didn't look like the typical Spenser stereotype, and I was all the more drawn to him for it.

"My brother and his idiotic friends are juniors too." I warned him.

"Hmmm…what if I'd rather hang out with you?" He asked, and I could hear the note of a joke in his voice.

I grinned. He might be a player, but boy was he attractive… and he didn't seem to be sidetracked by my family. The way I saw it, all be it through a haze of Rum and Coke, it couldn't hurt to have a little fun.

"Well, maybe that can be arranged." I said, pulling him by the front of his shirt deeper into the crowd of dancers.