Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1784
Summary: While staying in a cozy inn during a case, Sam surprises you with a gingerbread house kit he picked up at the local store.
Warnings: Fluff, playful banter, NSFW, explicit sexual content, consensual intimacy
A/N: This is for @moosekateer13 I'm your secret Santa for @spnfanficpond's Secret Santa 2024. I'm using the prompt for the @fluff-cember challenge, day 6: gingerbread house. I hope you like it!
The sound of the wind whistling outside the inn’s window pairs perfectly with the crackling of the small fireplace across the room. The case has been quiet so far—too quiet—but for tonight, you’ve managed to carve out a rare moment of peace. You’re curled up on the couch, flipping idly through an old book you picked up at the local thrift store when the sound of Sam clearing his throat pulls your attention. He stands in the doorway, his tall frame slightly hunched to accommodate the low ceiling. In his hands, he holds a brightly colored box, his dimples deepening as he grins at you.
“What’s that?” you ask, sitting up and tucking the blanket around your legs. Sam steps closer, holding up the box—a gingerbread house kit. It’s kitschy, with cartoon snowmen and candy canes decorating the front, but something about the gesture warms your chest. “Seriously? You bought that?”
Sam chuckles, setting the box on the coffee table in front of you. “I figured we could use a break. And hey, it’s festive.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Alright, Winchester. Let’s do this.”
The table is soon transformed into a sugary battleground. The kit includes walls, a roof, frosting in a plastic bag, and an assortment of candies that look slightly questionable but smell undeniably sweet. Sam carefully arranges everything with the precision of someone who has built a thousand IKEA bookshelves while you eye the frosting like a hawk–already scheming. “Okay, we start with the base,” Sam says, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pipes a line of frosting along the edge of the cookie walls. His big hands are surprisingly steady, and you can’t help but admire his focus.
“That’s cute,” you tease, picking up your own piping bag. “But my side is going to blow yours out of the water.”
“Oh, we’re making this a competition now?” Sam raises an eyebrow, his grin growing. “I thought this was supposed to be a team effort.”
“Teamwork is overrated,” you reply, nudging his elbow just enough to make his line of frosting wobble.
“Hey!” he protests, laughing. “You’re going to regret that.”
It starts innocently enough. You’re both diligently working on your respective sides of the gingerbread house, each stealing glances at the other’s progress. Sam’s side is neat, with perfectly aligned gumdrops and a roof that could be in a magazine. Yours… well, it has personality. “Why do you have all the gumdrops?” you ask, narrowing your eyes as Sam sneaks yet another piece of candy onto his side.
“Because I got here first,” he says, popping one into his mouth for good measure.
“That’s cheating,” you declare, grabbing the frosting bag and aiming it at him. Without thinking, you swipe a dollop of frosting across the bridge of his nose. The look of pure shock on his face makes you burst out laughing.
“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” Sam warns, his voice low and teasing. Before you can react, he dips his finger into the frosting and smears it across your cheek. You gasp, feigning outrage as you grab a handful of flour from the nearby bowl and toss it at him. It’s chaos after that—frosting, flour, and candy flying in every direction. Sam’s laugh is loud and carefree, the kind of sound you don’t hear often enough from him, and it fills the small room like sunlight.
By the time the battle subsides, the table is a disaster. Flour dusts the air, and bits of candy stick to your fingers. The gingerbread house stands in the center, a wobbly, candy-laden masterpiece that looks like it barely survived a storm. You’re both out of breath, sitting side by side on the couch and surveying the mess. “Well,” you say, brushing a streak of frosting from your arm. “It’s not winning any awards, but it’s ours.”
Sam leans forward, inspecting the lopsided roof with a critical eye. “It’s got character,” he agrees, his voice soft. You glance at him, your heart skipping a beat, when you notice the frosting still smeared on his nose. Without thinking, you reach out and wipe it away with your thumb. His green eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly quiet.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Before you can respond, he leans in, closing the space between you. His lips are warm and soft against yours, the kiss slow and sweet, like the moment itself. When he pulls back, his hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray bit of flour.
The air between you shifts, charged with something deeper, something you’ve both been skirting around for weeks. His eyes darken, flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he admits, his voice husky.
Your breath hitches, and before you can think, you’re tugging him closer, kissing him with a fervor that surprises even you. His hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap as the kiss deepens, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Your fingers tangle in his hair, and he groans softly against your mouth, the sound making your pulse race.
Sam’s hands slide under your sweater, his touch warm against your skin as he trails his fingers up your back. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips moving to your neck, kissing and nibbling along your jawline until you’re squirming in his lap.
You tug at his flannel shirt, pushing it off his shoulders to reveal the toned muscles underneath. He’s breathtaking, all broad shoulders and lean strength, and the way he’s looking at you makes your knees weak. “Sam,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as he shifts, laying you down on the couch and settling between your thighs.
He pauses, his hand cupping your cheek as he searches your eyes. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice gentle despite the tension in his body.
“Yes,” you breathe, pulling him down for another kiss.
Sam’s lips trail fire down your neck as his hands caress your sides, the warmth of his touch chasing away every thought but him. He shifts his weight, pressing his body against yours, and the heat of him sears through your clothes. Your hands slide over the planes of his shoulders, gripping him as his mouth moves lower, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.
The soft glow of the fire bathes the room in flickering light, casting shadows across Sam’s face as he pulls back to look at you. His hair falls slightly into his eyes, his lips swollen, and his chest heaving. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “I don’t think I can take my time with you.”
Your fingers skim over his jaw, your thumb tracing the edge of his lips. “Who says I want you to?” you tease, your voice breathy. The words light a spark in him, and he leans down, claiming your lips with renewed intensity.
In one fluid motion, he sits back, lifting you into his arms as though you weigh nothing. You let out a soft laugh of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed. He lays you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles over you. The tension between you hums like a live wire, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment.
His hands are sure as they slide beneath your sweater, pushing it up and over your head. You shiver as the cool air brushes your skin, but Sam’s touch is quick to warm you. He leans down, his lips brushing across your shoulder, then lower, kissing along the curve of your breast. Your back arches as his hands explore, every touch sending sparks skittering down your spine.
You tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Your hands roam over his chest, marveling at the heat and strength of him, the way his muscles flex beneath your touch. Sam groans softly as your fingers trace the lines of his abdomen, his hips pressing against yours in response.
“God, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours again. His kiss is fierce, all-consuming, and you lose yourself in the sensation of him. His hands trail down your sides, hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down. You help him, shimmying out of them as he follows with his own, leaving you both bare and vulnerable in the firelight.
Sam pauses, his gaze raking over you as though committing every detail to memory. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice reverent. His words make your heart flutter, but there’s no time to dwell on them as he leans down, his lips brushing over your ear. “Let me show you.”
What follows is a blur of sensation—his lips and hands exploring every inch of you, the way he whispers your name like a prayer, the way his body moves with yours in perfect rhythm. The fire crackles in the hearth, the snow falls softly outside, and the world narrows to the heat between you, the way he makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters.
Time seems to stand still as you reach the peak together, his name spilling from your lips as he groans yours into your neck. He holds you close, his body trembling slightly as the moment washes over you both. The room is silent except for the sound of your breathing, the fire casting a warm glow over the two of you.
Sam rolls onto his side, pulling you into his arms. His hand brushes your hair back from your face, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I think we make a damn good team,” he murmurs, his voice low and content.
You smile, resting your head against his chest. “Only when you don’t steal all the gumdrops,” you reply, your tone teasing but affectionate.
He chuckles, his laugh rumbling against your cheek. “Fair enough. Next time, I’ll share.” His arms tighten around you, and you let yourself relax into his embrace, the warmth of him and the fire lulling you into a blissful haze.
The snow continues to fall outside, blanketing the world in quiet, but inside the inn, the earlier chaos has given way to something softer, deeper, and undeniably real. For now, the case and the danger can wait. Tonight, it’s just you and Sam, and that’s more than enough.
summary: After a long day of hunting the reader just wants to sleep and relax. Sam wants to help her relax in the cutest way possible.
Was prompted by this gif orignally posted by @supermerwholocked2893
“ Well, that was one hell of a demon hunt.” Y/N said.
“ At least we got them all.” Dean yelled from the top of the stairs. Y/n was unpacking some groceries in the kitchen and Sam was still unpacking the impala. They had just gotten back from a really nasty hunt. Sam and Dean had lost Y/N halfway through the hunt when she got captured by one of the demons. It had taken them 3 days to find her. She hadn’t been hurt but Sam still felt guilty. When they found her she was trapped in a cell with a bed and toilet. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything in three days and was tired. So when the hunt was finished they went grocery shopping and bought everything Y/N wanted. y/N was usually very healthy but after the hunt she wanted everything. Sam promised her she wouldn't have to do any cooking.
“ Y/N the car is all unpacked, and I drew you a bath. There is also a little treat there.” Sam yelled from inside their bathroom. Y/n walked into the bathroom and Sam was standing in it with a glass of red wine and a burger with onion rings. The bathroom was dimly lit with candles and smelled of vanilla. Y/N gave Sam a kiss and took the wine and cheeseburger.
“ I need to get kidnapped more often.” Y/n said as she took a sip of her wine. Sam forced a smile.
“ Sam, I’m ok. It wasn’t your fault.” Y/n said as she kissed his cheek. He smiled in response and left Y/N to take a bath. Y/n was in there for what felt like hours. The only reason she got out was that she couldn’t ignore her rumbling tummy any longer. Y/N got out of the bath and put on the robe that Sam had left out for her. Once out of the bathroom a waft of delicious smells filled the air. Y/n followed the smells all the way to her bedroom. She opened the door and found Sam frantically decorating their room with candles. He looked flustered. Food covered the bed, along with rose petals and y/n favorite movies. Y/n leaned against the door and watched Sam. He was rearranging the same thing over and over again.
“ I think it’s good over there dear.” Y/n teased. Sam spun around and smiled.
“ Enjoy your bath?” He asked quietly. Y/n nodded and walked into the room. She lazily sat down on a part of the bed that wasn't covered in junk food and movies. Y/N picked up a nugget and ate it in one bite. Sam smiled and sat down next to her.
“ You know... when I got all that food I didn’t expect to eat it all at once. But maybe if you help me, we can do it.” Y/N giggled. Sam smiled and took a small bite of the garlic bread he had made. Sam and Y/n made a huge dent in the food pile but they just couldn't finish it. So Y/n decided to call in backup.
“ I’m here, and ready to devour this mountain,” Dean announced once in the room. It took 3 hours and 20 minutes to finish all the food. But they did it.
“ I don't think anyone has eaten that much food ever. We did it, guys.” Dean said standing up.
“ And now I'm going to go to sleep,” Dean said walking out of the room. Y/N lay back and sighed. Sam had been very quiet during there food marathon.
“ Sam, it wasn’t your fault. I wasn’t paying attention and they grabbed me. I should have known better. I’m sorry I scared you.” Y/N said laying on his chest.
“ I didn’t know what to do. You were gone. I....I was lost.” Sam whispered into Y/N’s ears.
“ I will never leave you, Sammy, you are my everything.” Y/n said kissing Sam's chin.
“ I love you,” Sam whispered sleepily.
“ I love you too” Y/N replied. Sam and y/n slowly drifted into a food coma. She always felt safe with Sam. Something she tried to tell him over and over again. Y/n woke up before Sam and decided to make him some breakfast. She took it to their room and walked in to find Sam already awake.
“ There you are.” Sam said smiling.
“ I made you breakfast.” Y/N said handing him a plate. Sam took the plate and put it in on their bedside table.
“ You’re not hungry? “ y/n said.
“ Well after last night I definitely don't want food. But I am hungry.” Sam said walking towards Y/N. He picked her up and threw her on the bed.
A/N: Inspired by the songs “Knee Socks” by the Arctic Monkeys, and “Heaven in Hiding” by Halsey.
Dean Winchester is quite possibly the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Sometimes, when he’s frustrated, concentrating, or just bored, his tongue does this thing across his lip that just makes you want to drop your pants right there. I’d never had the opportunity, or the privilege, until today.
It was below 15 degrees outside and the snow was coming down like there was no tomorrow. Sam was in Colorado helping a friend out with a hunt, and Dean and I were trapped in the bunker together. By the time I woke up, the ground was covered in about two feet of snow. I showered, brushed my hair and teeth, and got dressed. Since it was gonna be a day spent inside I put on: a dark red camisole, a giant black cardigan, black yoga pants, and knee socks that go over my leggings. My stomach grumbled, signaling that it was time to make my way to the kitchen. As I walked down through the bunker, the smell of french toast and bacon hit me. I walked faster, praying that Dean was making breakfast for both of us. I turned the corner and slid into the kitchen. Dean was a sight to see. His blue jeans were hanging loosely on his hips, and he was wearing a light flannel. Unbuttoned. With nothing underneath. The question I was going to ask got stuck in my throat as he turned around.
“Hey Y/N. Want some breakfast?” He said, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. I held back the groan that was pushing against my lips and nodded. Best not to risk talking. I sit down at the table as he puts a big plate of food in front of me. I keep my eyes on my food as I eat, trying my best to keep it together. I finally realize I have to break the deafening silence, and I try to piece together a sentence.
“So. Uh. What, what do you wanna do today?” I stutter put, my eyes still on my food.
“I don’t know. I was thinking a movie marathon.” He says between bites. I nod.
“Okay.” I realize I’ve finished, so I stand up to put my plate in the dishwasher. I turn around and run into Deans bare chest. Shit.
“Whoa there.” He says with a chuckle. We both step left then right, trying to get around each other. Finally he grabs my waist and picks me up, spinning so I’m on the opposite side.
“Sorry.” I mutter, before walking away quickly to my room. I can hear him laughing and I resist the urge to smile. Instead of going to my room, I make my way to the living room, figuring that a movie is a good idea. I put on Tangled, a guilty pleasure of mine. Snacks. I need snacks. I pause the movie as the intro plays, and go back to the kitchen. Deans cleaning up, dancing around to some music that’s playing on the kitchen speaker. My heart clenches a bit, and I imagine what would it be like if I was dating him. Maybe in a different life, I think to myself before brushing past him to get to the pantry. I grab a bag of popcorn, some peanut butter m&ms, a water, and a hot coco with marshmallows. As the hot coco heats up, my hips sway to the music. I don’t realize it’s happening until I hear a small groan from behind me. I turn around and see Dean staring at me.
“What?” I ask, my heart pounding as he takes a couple steps towards me. He blinks, licking his lips as he stops right in front of me.
“Sometimes, I wonder if you do this just to torture me.” He murmurs, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Do what?” The words slip off my tongue so quietly, in surprised he can hear me.
“Dance, dress the way you do, smell the way you do.” My heart is pounding, and I have to remind myself to breath as he leans in and kisses my forehead. Then my cheek, then my other cheek, before his lips finally land on mine. The only thing I could think was, best snow day ever.
The tag list is open! I’ll release the first chapter by Sunday!
King Winchester is on his deathbed, and it’s time for his firstborn son to marry his betrothed, Dani. But another girl, Y/N, catches his eye. Will you manage to break through the social and political barriers in order to be with each other? Or will other forces forbid it?
A/N: This is the last chapter so I hope you liked it. So sorry it took a while to get out!
“Take care.” Those where the last words he said to be before he got in his car and drove away. I knew he was here temporarily, but I let myself get attached. I’ll be honest, the sex was great, so was the conversation and the chemistry. It was rare what we had. But he was dangerous. And that’s the end of it. I’m a 5, he’s a 10. It wasn’t gonna work because I would probably always be living in fear of what could happen. He gave me his number, saying if I ever needed him to call. I told him to look me up if he was ever in town again, and that was it.
2 years later
I woke up to freezing cold air. I saw my windows seemed to have frost covering them, on the inside. What the hell? The light on my bedside table flickered, and I could’ve sworn I heard someone talking. I grabbed the gun I kept in my nightstand, loading the mag with a couple bullets. I flicked on the safety so I wouldn’t shoot myself, and waited. That’s when I saw her. A ghost. At least I think it was a ghost. She looked real, and her knocking me across the room also felt very real. I touched my forehead and saw dark red blood on my fingers. I aimed, turned off the saftey, and shot, but it went right through. A small voice in the back of my head laughed at me for thinking I could shoot a ghost. That’s when I heard a knocking at my front door.
“Help!” I scream, praying that they could hear me. A loud banging sound comes from my front room, and seconds later a familiar face runs into my room holding a shotgun. They shot at the ghost and she disappeared with a wail.
“Let’s go.” Said the gruff voice I nod and he motions to his tall friend, handing him his shotgun before picking me up. We run out of the house as the tall one shoots the shotgun two more times, before joining us in his car and speeding away.
“Wha... what just happened?” I ask, looking wildly between the two faces.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Says the gruff voice. My breath catches in my throat.
“Dean?”
“Yeah. It’s me sweetheart.” I can’t believe this. He’s back? After two years? Part of me wished it wasn’t true. If it wasn’t him, then all I had to worry about was almost getting killed, then getting kidnapped.
“Okayyyy. Why are you here?”
“Work.”
“What you just did, is that your work?” I ask, part of me praying he’d say no.
“Yeah it is.”
“Oh.” That’s all I said before everything went dark.
I woke up a while later in a weirdly comfortable bed. One glance at my surroundings tell me I have no clue where I am. The door opens softly, and I see Dean sneaking in, carrying a glass of water and some food. He turns around and jumps.
“Oh, jesus Y/N you scared me. I thought you were asleep still.”
“What happened?” I murmur as he makes his way to the foot of the bed.
“You passed out. Our guess is you lost too much blood, but we got you patched up so you’re good as new. Just, be careful of the stitches.” He gingerly runs his hand over my forehead. I wince slightly, but smile nonetheless. God I’ve missed this.
“I miss you Dean.”
“I’m right here sweetheart, what’s there to miss?” He says with a smile.
“I just meant- well I guess I meant that I was in love with you. You left though and I now understand why you had to, but I missed you. I haven’t gotten over you as much as I’d like to pretend I have. In fact I’m sure the fact that I have a boyfriend makes it seem like I have. But I haven’t. I miss you. I miss us. I miss the late night movie marathons, and the sex, and the smiles, and soft kisses. And yes the 10 over your head scares the shit out of me, but maybe I can make it work now that I know why it’s so high.” He looks confused.
“10? What do you mean?”
“It’s not important. I just want us to stay an us. Ya know?” His eyes are sad as he nods.
“I know sweetheart. I know.” He leans in, the food and water forgotten as our lips meet, the feeling as familiar as my childhood home.
I have no idea how long it’ll last. I have no idea if it’ll work. None. All I know is how happy I was when I looked in the mirror, and saw a bright shiny 8 hanging over my head.
Authors Note: Hi! I know I’ve been out of the loop for a while, I just got so overwhelmed with school. I’m getting back into it, and thought I’d start with this. Let me know what you think! Also tell me if you want to be on the tag list!
The day I met Sam was the day I almost died. Not because of how attractive he is, although under normal circumstances that would have definitely been a factor. But because that just so happened to be the day that my ex, Nate, decided to become aggressive in his stalker tendencies. And by aggressive, I mean he pulled a gun on me in my favorite library...
My truck roars into the parking lot, and I groan inwardly as I think about this stupid test that’s coming up. The only thing getting me through is knowing that after this, I’ll be out of this tiny little town forever. As I get out of my truck, I notice a sleek black Impala parked a couple down from me. I resist the urge to run my hand along its hood, and quickly walk inside. I wave hello to the librarian, and continue to the mythology and legends section. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, still in awe of how beautiful some of them are. Distracted, I run right into someone’s chest. When I turn around with an apology ready, it disappears into thin air. In fact all the words I might ever speak in front of this person just *poof* off my tongue and out of my head.
“I’m so sorry!” He says, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s uh, it’s fine.” I stutter. He’s gotta be taller then 6’. And his eyes, oh my gosh.
“What are you looking for?” He asks,stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
“Oh uh, just a book about the origins of Greek Gods.”
“Business or pleasure?”
“Business.” I laugh, with a shake of my head.
“Always seems to be that way.” His smile makes my heart pound in my chest, faster then before, and all I can think about is kissing him. Really Y/N?! You don’t even know him!
“What about you?” I ask, steering the conversation away from the topic of me.
“Just browsing.” His eyes flick to something behind me, and suddenly he’s on top of me, and I’m on the floor. I hear a loud bang and screams, and see the mystery man get up. Another shot rings out, and I scramble to turn around and see who’s firing. I’m met with the cold blue eyes of Nate.
“I told you I’d find you.” His ugly smirk catches me off guard, and suddenly he collapses. I look up to see the mystery man standing behind him. He looks at me.
“Are you okay?” He asks. I nod.
“Yeah I think so.”
“Come on, I called the cops, but let’s get out of here.” He holds his hand out to me, and for a small second warnings of trusting a stranger ring through my head in my mother’s voice, but I brush them aside. I trust him, oddly enough. We walk out of the library and out to my truck. I unlock it and throw my bag into the back seat. I whirl around to face this ridiculously handsome guy.
“I suppose since you probably saved my life, you should know my name. I’m Y/N.” I stick my hand out, and he gives it a strong shake. I melt just a little.
“I’m Sam.” He says, a smile stretching across his face.
“Well it’s very nice to meet you, Sam.” He’s still holding my hand.
“Nice to meet you as well.” Police sirens break us out of the moment, and our hands fall away from each other.
“Anyway, thank you.”
“Of course. Did you know that guy?” He looks so concerned, that I decide to go with the truth.
“Yeah. That would be my ex. He’s been stalking me for a while. Harmless stuff, but I guess it escalated when he saw us talking...” I trail off, my cheeks turning red.
“Wow. Did you report it to the police?”
“No. I didn’t think it was a big deal.” I look down, shame running through me as I think about all the people in the library I endangered.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is softer.
“This is all my fault. God I hope no one got hurt.”
“Hey, Y/N, this is not your fault. He’s crazy. It’s his fault.” I look up, and I notice he has little sunflowers in his eyes. It’s weirdly mesmerizing- at least until someone interrupts us.
“Sammy!” A deep voice shouts, and I turn to see a guy walking towards us. I hear Sam sigh, and I turn around to ask him who that is.
“Hey Dean.” Sam shouts back with a wave. I stay silent as Dean walks up to us.
“Who might you be?” Dean sounds way too flirty, but holy shit he’s hot.
“I’m Y/N.”
“Hello Y/N, I’m Dean, Sams older brother.” Of course they’re brothers. They’ve both got that ‘I’d fuck you all night long’ look, although Sams is a bit more subtle. I smile shyly and shake his hand.
“I should go...” I murmur.
“No, stay. You just witnessed a traumatic event. At least let us get you lunch.” Sam says, his hand sliding into mine. My heart stopped for a moment, and I nod.
“Hang on.” Dean says, walking towards the police officers. He points to us and says something, while the officer scribbles something down on a notepad. Sams voice draws my attention away from them, and look up at him.
“We can take your truck and Dean will take our car over to the diner. Sound good?” I nod again, in a bit of disbelief that he’s still holding my hand. We get in the truck, and I start it up. The five minutes it takes to get to the diner are filled with awkward silence. What am I supposed to say? He saved my life, he held my hand, plus I’m pretty sure I’ve never been attracted to anyone this much. What the hell am I supposed to do? Plus all the shit with Nate, like what the hell was that?
Warnings: Bullying, fluff, angst, fluff, fluff, language
A/N: This was going to be the last part but I got inspired so it’ll last probably until chapter 8. Tag list open! Sorry it took so long to get out!
He smiled and took a sip of water before laughing and smirking.
“What?” I asked.
“You think I’m sexy.”
The rest of our date went well, and he kissed me on the cheek before I left.
The next day at school, Dean walked me to and from all my classes. We did the stupid awkward thing where you walk around talking about basically nothing. We didn’t hold hands or kiss. Just a wave goodbye as I walked into class. When it came time to go to English, I already knew what I wanted to do. He walked me to my desk, chattering on about his Uncles shop. I saw Ashley walking up, ready to flirt, and I didn’t give her the chance: I fisted Deans T-shirt and pulled him to me, our lips meeting in a weirdly perfect first kiss. His hands found my hips quickly, holding me against him and our tongues danced. When I heard the bell rang I pulled away, slightly out of breath, but triumphant non the less. His green eyes sparkled, and he smirked.
“Guess you just couldn’t resist, huh?” He murmured. I rolled my eyes.
“Get out of here dork.” I lightly pushed him back and sat down, a smile tugging on my lips. Wow. I guess I like Dean more then I thought I did. My earbuds go into my ears and I turn up my music, drawing out the sounds of chatter.
When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, I stand up to leave. I don’t get far, as Ashley and her evil minions are blocking my way out.
“What do you want?” I ask a sneering Ashley. She picks up the book I’m reading and flips through it slowly.
“I just wanted to tell you that you’d better back off sweetie.” She says in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“Or what?” Part of me wanted to start trouble, the rest of me wanted to see what this prissy bitch in heels could do.
“Or I’ll destroy your ugly little existence. Got it?”
“You couldnt hurt me if you tried Ashley. Your pink purse and matching heels don’t exactly inspire fear.”
“Well I guess we will see. I mean, my daddy was a lawyer for your family, wasn’t he? I mean he keeps all his files in his home office. Maybe I should just take a peek at yours.” Panic hits me in the chest. No. Can’t happen.
“Ashley, that’s not legal.”
“Actually it’s just not ethical.”
“Barbie bitch is using big words. What a surprise.” I take a weak jab, attempting to suppress the rising terror.
“Whatever. I guess I’ll see you around. Without Dean.” She makes her point clear as she rips out a few pages, crumpling them up and throwing them on the floor before walking away. As soon as the classroom is empty, I drop my bag and sink into the floor. She can’t. She can’t find out. Schools almost over anyway, what’s the worst she could do? We’ve got a week. A week left. I just have to make it through the week without pissing her off. Then I’m out of here forever.
