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"Hey!", came the familiar, whisper-shouted call from behind the old banyan tree.
Not even a second later, he followed.
Grinning you looked up from where you were sat reading your comic book.
"You're just as nerdy as my brother. You'd get along well", he grinned.
"Well... you could introduce us?", you suggested cheekily.
"Nah, he'll tell. Can't keep his mouth shut", Dean settled down next to you, huddling close so the trees would do a better job at hiding the two of you.
Even though it was just a stupid excuse to snuggle closer, because the tree you always met behind, was so damn big and old it'd hide four of you.
"I mean we wouldn't have to tell him everything . . . ", you didn't wanna just drop it like that. You wanted to get to know Dean, and that involved getting to know his family.
"Yeah, maybe."
Glancing around the small copse at the far end of the schoolyard, you changed the subject.
"Anyone follow you?"
"No one's even seen me", he said proudly, puffing out his chest playfully.
"Well", you put down your comic, "in that case", turned to him and smirked.
Dean caught on quickly and raised his hands to your cheeks, cupping them gently and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.
For a second you found yourself lost in his hazel green eyes, just the way he seemed to get caught up in yours, before you closed your eyes to finally kiss him softly.
Dean, of course, slid his tongue along your bottom lip not long after.
Humming approvingly you opened your mouth and coaxed him into your mouth with your tongue.
His hands had long left their place on your cheeks and went wandering around your chest, just to eventually push the hem of your shirt out of the way and travel over your naked abs.
Involuntarily you grinded forwards. Dean pushed eagerly against you.
"Fuck", he huffed when you suddenly pulled away.
Frustrated you fisted your hair.
"Did I-", he started tentatively.
"No, no. You didn't do anything. It's just", you gave your hair another frustrated tug, stopping when Dean laid a gentle hand on your wrist.
"I just hate it that we have to do it like this you know? You gotta pretend you're fucking Crystal, I gotta think over every damn sentence just so I don't accidentally call you 'baby' in front of the whole school and we gotta manage with making out and quick bee jay's - at best - , behind the school's trees in fear of someone looking for their dealer and walking in on us."
Dean didn't say anything for a moment, just slumped back against the tree.
"I know.
I know, babe. But you know how my Dad can get. And then he'll just move again. Find us another place somewhere else. We've never stayed this long since my mum-", he cleared his throat. "I don't wanna loose this. I know it's not perfect. I wish I could make it perfect for you, 'cause... 'cause that's what you deserve, aight?
But I can't. And I'm so fucking sorry I can't give you what you need from me-"
"Hey, no. That's not what I meant. I know how much you're risking. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."
Taking his arm and sliding it around your shoulder you settled into his side, playing with his other hand.
It became quiet for a moment, he was clearly pondering over something, but you didn't want to push it.
Lunch break was almost over, when he finally started speaking again.
"What- - what if", he seemed unsure of his own idea.
"I mean. You could get a car, right?"
Your Dad usually gave you the car without asking many questions, so you agreed.
"So we could, technically, drive to the next town, no one knows us, and get us a motel room? Maybe? You know, maybe, maybe even for a weekend? My Dad doesn't need me for work right now, so I'd probably be free and you don't have any competitions right now, right? So, so why not?"
It shouldn't be as cute as it was, Dean breaking into a blushing, rambling mess.
"Yes. Technically we could do that", you agreed softly, anticipation already pooling in your stomach.
It was gonna be such a nice change of pace for once. Away from any worry about getting caught, nothing in the back of your mind. Just you and Dean, in a motel, alone.
You could have breakfast in bed, pizza until 4am and finally get to cuddle him at night. Among other things.
Grinning you jumped up and pulled your startled boyfriend after you.
"Come on, let's look up some motels in the school's library!"
Chuckling at your enthusiasm, he followed you in fake reluctance, "what happened to being in class on time?", he teased.
"Fuck class, I get to fuck a Winchester", you returned dryly.
Dean's mouth fell open in shock, as you barely spoke this way.
"Oh my God, I broke (Y/N)", he murmured, mostly to himself.
"Shut your cake-hole and help me find a motel, so we can be motel mates!"
"I am so proud of you. You're starting to sound just like me. I feel like a proud mother hen."
"Okay, now you're just making it weird", you scrunched up your face.
Making your way through the copse, you begrudgingly let go of his hand as you walked across the school yard.