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Clothes, shoes, groceries, and wash the car. That was Y/N’s to do list for today before she when to work. Y/N showered, brushed her teeth, did her makeup, and fluffed her y/h/c hair. She stayed in front of her sliding closet mirrors to make sure there were no wrinkles or dog fur hanging around. Her black bodycon dress accentuated her curves in all the right places, light blue jean jacket over it to keep her a little warm in the chilly morning, and white sneakers to finish it off.
Y/N’s Pomeranian pup, Luna, hopped on her bed and barked at her for attention.
“Good morning Luna!” Y/N said. She scratched the dog’s ears and gave her belly rub before heading out for a small walk and bringing her back into the apartment.
Dean Winchester. Everyone in Lawrence, Kansas knows exactly who he is and knows not to get on is bad side. Either you love him, or you hate him. He and his little brother, Sam, were very well known because of their parents, John and Mary Winchester. John Winchester was ranked Corporal in the Marine Corps and Mary was the popular girl around town and everyone wanted to be her or be her friend.
But that wasn’t all Dean was known for. He was known for being a womanizer. Every woman in town wanted to be with him or… under him. To be perfectly honest, that was just a front. Dean wanted someone, especially now that Sam was getting married to his girl, Sarah Blake. But every girl that Dean was dating, they wanted him for his money.
Dean got ready wearing his usual flannel, jeans, and boots to head out and check on the brewery before visiting Sam at the auto shop. He got into his 1967 Chevy Impala, blasted Metallica through the speakers, and drove into town.
Y/N had 5 bags: 3 full of clothes and 2 that had new shoes. She threw in a little lingerie for… special purposes. Y/N’s phone rang and saw that it was her manager Rowena.
“Hey Rowena.” She answered.
“Hello dearie! Do you have a minute to talk?”
Rowena MacLeod was the mother that Y/N ever wanted. Her biological mother wasn’t the mother of year. Sure, she gave Y/N clothes on her back, food in her stomach, and a roof over her head but it wasn’t the best relationship. Rowena gave her the freedom to be herself. Pushed her to be confident in her own skin and in her own sensuality.
“What’s up?”
“I know its your day off this Saturday, but we need you to here that day. There’s a bachelor party coming and want to impress for future business among the group. What do you say?”
Y/N hasn’t had a day off in two weeks and this weekend was her small getaway from town.
“Can’t someone else do it,” she retorted. “You know I love you Rowena and would drop everything to help, but I’m really looking forward to this weekend.”
“I’ll give two weeks off and still pay you… Come on dearie! You’re the best one I have yet!”
Two weeks off with pay? Doesn’t sound bad at all. I could finally deep clean the apartment, go on that trip a little bit longer, and have a couple of days of doing nothing.
“Deal! But don’t call me those two weeks unless it’s an emergency!”
Rowena cheered and gave her thanks before hanging up. Y/N looked both ways before crossing the street and a third of the way in, she heard someone yelling and saw a BMW coming at her fast. Two arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back to the sidewalk quickly. Y/N heart rate was accelerating, her breathing was fast, and adrenaline pumping all over her body. She looks up at the man who saved her life. Freckles decorated his perfectly symmetrical face, his plump lips parted from breathing a little hard, and his green eyes looking towards the car as it sped off. Strong arms still holding her close, his scent of pine trees and amber filling her nostrils.
“Pay attention asshole!” His voice was LOUD. Intimidating, alpha-like loud. His eyes quickly turned from hard to soft-looking when he turned his attention to Y/N.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Um yeah.” Y/N breathed. “Yeah I’m okay.” She turned to the side and sees her phone on the floor. “Except my phone is now destroyed… Um thank you for pulling me out of the way. I would have been roadkill if you didn’t get there on time.”
“No problem.” He said. “People can be asshole around here.”
“I believe it.” Y/N giggled. “Let me get you some coffee for your heroic act.”
He smiled, a smile that can turn a girl into goo, Y/N thought. She was getting butterflies in special places.
“No, it’s okay. I- “
“Come on Wonder Boy!” Y/N pleaded. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Wonder Boy?” He snorted and furrowed his eyebrows together at the nickname he was given.
“Well…” Y/N turned on her charm, the flirting was about to begin. “I don’t know your name and considering that you pulled me out of the way from being run over by an idiot, I thought I’d call you Wonder Boy.”
The smile came through again and more butterflies fluttered to forbidden places.
“The name is Dean. Dean Winchester.” He stuck his hand out and Y/N took it in hers. Dean’s hands were a little rough and Y/N though that he could be working as a mechanic. They walk in silence to the closest coffee shop and got two large coffees to go. They walk across the street to the park and sit down on the stonewall.
“Sooo, you went shopping today I assume.” Dean said as he pointed out the obviousness of the bags Y/N was holding.
“Oh, uh yeah.” Y/N giggled. Her giggle is cute, Dean thought. “Just thought that I could spoil myself a little. Still have to go grocery shopping on the other side of town before I go to work.”
Dean took a sip of his delicious coffee before he continued to ask questions.
“Do you live around here?”
“Just a little bit outside of town.” Y/N answered. “Wasn’t born and raised here though.
“Where you from?” Dean asked.
Y/N looked down and fiddled with her coffee cup before taking another sip. She never liked saying that she was from a big city in California. Everyone thought that she was a stuck-up bitch.
“Um. I’m from San Diego, California.” Y/N said. “Born and raised there. Moved to New York at 18 to attend Juilliard and major in Dance and Theatre. Then moved here to Lawrence to escape the big city life.”
“Wow. Juilliard.” Dean was shocked and impressed at the fact she went to prestigious school to further her education and to wanting to end up in Lawrence, Kansas. “Must have been quite an experience.”
Y’N giggled again. That adorable sound was doing something to Dean. Butterflies in his stomach maybe? She was attractive, beautiful even.
“If you mean by being in debt to attend the school of my dreams burying me deep, then yeah you’re right.”
Y/N and Dean take a moment of silence to drink some more of their coffee. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was comfortable. Like they knew each other for a while.
“What about you, Wonder Boy?” Y/N asked cheekily.
“Born and raised here. Started working straight out of high school. Own two businesses as of late, a brewery and a mechanic shop. My little brother, Sam, manages both while I oversee it.”
“Oooo. Businessman. Sounds sexy.” Y/N said. Dean blushed when she complimented his career choice. They talk a little more before Dean offers her a ride to her car, so she won’t have to carry the bags of clothes and shoes on a long walk back to her car.
“Is she yours?” Y/N asked astounded as they approached Dean’s car.
“Yeah. 1967 Chevy Impala.” Dean said proudly. He love his car. He loved his Baby, always took care of her after his father gave it to him when Dean turned 18. They slide into the front seat and Dean roared her to life.
“Her name is Baby.”
“She’s beautiful.” Y/N said. They drive down the street for a couple of blocks and made a turn to Y/N’s car. A bright red 1967 Ford Mustang stood out from every other car close by. Y/N kept her Mustang well just like Dean did with his Impala.
“Wow. Classy girl, aren’t you?” Dean teased.
“You can never go wrong with a classic car if you know exactly how to take good care of them.” Y/N got out the Impala and closed the door. She leaned on the open window to say her thanks and her goodbyes. “Thanks for driving me to my car and saving my life.”
Dean smiled again, but this time his tongue peaked out a little in between his teeth. It was kind of cute.
“No problem sweetheart.”
Y/N turned around and walked to her car, adding a little more sway to her hips that caught Dean’s attention. When she got into her car and roared it to life, Dean realized that he never caught her name.
“Hey sweetheart!” Dean yelled over the loud cars, catching Y/N’s attention. “You never gave me your name!”
Y/N gave Dean a teasing look, something she would only give if she really liked the person, whether it was sexually or friendship like.
“Let’s keep that a mystery.” She said. “See you around Wonder Boy.”